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Phantagraph, v. 10, issue 2, whole 43, October 1942

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                        BODDOO
Now pantingly the young man stood
Away the helm to winward hold
And shouted the slogan of the hood
That caps the day in Chaos [old?]
                             --Roy St.John LeClaire
             
                       "KY VAR NA...?"
Obar to goshnar forma yip
Lo brig stol man  so mar va nip
Ky nar so val, ky val so grip?
Lovan to losku mar no krip.
                                      --Odas Mekudar
                   
                       SPFRSK
Bfrsk kljap,
Bfrsk kljap,
Wrbl mgrum, kwrpl sjum.
Bfrsk kljap,
Kljap.
                            --OM
                    
                       WHYNESS
Running in the night,     Attest to me
A blue doe blind.           A soup turoom.
Why do you stare?        How can you say
What do you find?     Your nose is green?
                  Standing in darkness
                  Rolling & log.
                  Why don't you snarl
                  And bark like a dog?
                             --Roy St.John LeClaire
                     
                       BULBLAMP
Aloft a glow that lights the sun spunned down
I saw the sail in that faint coming sight
There in the crying whisper of a lost world's morn
I heard the white one's challenge star spawned night
                                 --Graham Conway

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<----------------the phantagraph-------------> BODDOO Now pantingly the young man stood Away the helm to winward hold And shouted the slogan of the hood That caps the day in Chaos [old?] --Roy St.John LeClaire "KY VAR NA...?" Obar to goshnar forma yip Lo brig stol man so mar va nip Ky nar so val, ky val so grip? Lovan to losku mar no krip. --Odas Mekudar SPFRSK Bfrsk kljap, Bfrsk kljap, Wrbl mgrum, kwrpl sjum. Bfrsk kljap, Kljap. --OM WHYNESS Running in the night, Attest to me A blue doe blind. A soup turoom. Why do you stare? How can you say What do you find? Your nose is green? Standing in darkness Rolling & log. Why don't you snarl And bark like a dog? --Roy St.John LeClaire BULBLAMP Aloft a glow that lights the sun spunned down I saw the sail in that faint coming sight There in the crying whisper of a lost world's morn I heard the white one's challenge star spawned night --Graham Conway