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Rosebud, v. 1, issue 4, April 1945
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Ol' Jupiter Foo Evans got a bright idea and immediately called Mercury Leibscher over to whisper something in his ear. A sly grin came over Mercury Leibscher's face -- for his money was on the team of God's also -- and out he sped. Before long he returned with Venus Kuslan, Hebe Morojo, Diana Lu Ashley, Psyche Beth Wheeler and Minerva Janda, who at once went to the Heroes' team and began distracting their minds from the game. And how those babes could distract! The plan worked wonders, along with the black coffee that Mercury Leibscher had brought back with him...including a ton-sized cup for Mars Ashley. So finally the team of the Gods, led, as usual, by Apollo Ackerman, who was first in everything, were victorious. As soon as it was over the girls left the losing team, and with the winners at their side, left the alleys. Hercules Saari, Bacchus Bronson, Perseus Wiedenbeck, and Jason Yerke sat disconsolately in their chairs, trying to figure out how they had lost at the very end, after having been so far ahead. When they finally realized they had been tricked (Heroes, you know, are long on muscles but not so hot on brains), they became angry, and one by one picked up the bowling balls and threw them all over the place. *********************************** On the Earth below the people sat cowering in their houses, as a terrible storm raged outside. Many wondered what could have caused such a storm at that time of year, but none of them came near the truth. How could their infantile minds conceive of such a thing as the Gods and Heroes having a bowling tournament? ------------------------------------ LOST LAND by Al Ashley Gray and sodden, the dripping skies,/ Endless the leaden sea;/ And serried ranks of granite cliffs/ Brooded eternally. White on the bare and sandy shore/ A skull with hollow eyes/ Glared it's hate at the sullen sea,/ And murky, mocking skies. And shackled there a lonesome wraith,/ Voicing his plaintive wail/ Cursed the fate that left him alone/ To roam that gloomy pale. -14-
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Ol' Jupiter Foo Evans got a bright idea and immediately called Mercury Leibscher over to whisper something in his ear. A sly grin came over Mercury Leibscher's face -- for his money was on the team of God's also -- and out he sped. Before long he returned with Venus Kuslan, Hebe Morojo, Diana Lu Ashley, Psyche Beth Wheeler and Minerva Janda, who at once went to the Heroes' team and began distracting their minds from the game. And how those babes could distract! The plan worked wonders, along with the black coffee that Mercury Leibscher had brought back with him...including a ton-sized cup for Mars Ashley. So finally the team of the Gods, led, as usual, by Apollo Ackerman, who was first in everything, were victorious. As soon as it was over the girls left the losing team, and with the winners at their side, left the alleys. Hercules Saari, Bacchus Bronson, Perseus Wiedenbeck, and Jason Yerke sat disconsolately in their chairs, trying to figure out how they had lost at the very end, after having been so far ahead. When they finally realized they had been tricked (Heroes, you know, are long on muscles but not so hot on brains), they became angry, and one by one picked up the bowling balls and threw them all over the place. *********************************** On the Earth below the people sat cowering in their houses, as a terrible storm raged outside. Many wondered what could have caused such a storm at that time of year, but none of them came near the truth. How could their infantile minds conceive of such a thing as the Gods and Heroes having a bowling tournament? ------------------------------------ LOST LAND by Al Ashley Gray and sodden, the dripping skies,/ Endless the leaden sea;/ And serried ranks of granite cliffs/ Brooded eternally. White on the bare and sandy shore/ A skull with hollow eyes/ Glared it's hate at the sullen sea,/ And murky, mocking skies. And shackled there a lonesome wraith,/ Voicing his plaintive wail/ Cursed the fate that left him alone/ To roam that gloomy pale. -14-
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