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Pluto, v. 1, issue 3, July 1940
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24 "MY VERSION OF PLUTO AND THE PLUTONIANS" by Mrs. M. Manning Time---any day near meal time when the Plutonians are not engaged in doing something worthwhile------- I go to the clubhouse and say four or five times with increasing volume: "Couldn't you please come home and eat dinner now? Mark, and Vincent---it's you I'm yelling at---are we going to eat or aren't we?" After a while Mark, (my husband, who's pounding away at a typewriter, the old hunt and peck system,) spies me standing in the door and says absent mindedly, Hello, honey, I didn't hear you come in." He calmly goes back to his typing.) At this time I lose a little patience and shout, I just said would you be interested in eating dinner? Well come on----I don't care whether you are interested or not!" Mark: "all right, all right, all right--wait just a minute." I turn to Vincent; "Vincent please move and see if you can move him." Vincent: "Oh oh! year, supper--er--I mean dinner---well, well, come on let's go eat." Finally Mark arises from his chair and re-enters this world-OK, Ok." He turns around and glares at Sleeepy Paul, and Juno Davis, chief Plutonians of some sort or other, and growls: "dont, either one of you take this stencil out of here---and don't tear anything up, Davis. I remember too well you fixing up my alarm clock-----the clock didn't run and you had the main spring stuck in your hand." (We finally leave the "Shack" and walk the half block to our home. Conversation about Pluto, reigns throughout the meal.) "BRIGHT STUFF" by CHILDREN So there you are yoe see. The writing of Science Fiction nescessitates a quiet contemplative existence. One must meditate deeply and use a slide rule whenever nescessary. ----Hank Kuttner, in "Of Mice, And Me" March April '40 issue of FANTASY DIGEST. ------------------------------------------------------------------ SHANGRILA'S innovation in presenting a caricature dep't, as interpreted by Fritz Zillig---noted artist, well known for his work in ESQUIRE, (another good mag.) ----presenting the caricature--dep't, in # 1 SHANGRI-LA. ------------------------------------------------------------------ Burpocracy, for so I have chosen to call it, is based on the measurements of the Pyramids and the diagnository charts of Urper's Sanitorium. ----Fred Shroyer, in the Burpocratic Bulletin # 1. ------------------------------------------------------------------ Gosh. Wow-Boyoboy'. Congratulations! Congratulations! Congratulations! Whoopeeeeee! (The printing got him---ed.) ----Jack Speeer, commenting on the printed FANTASY NEWS, in F.N. number 99. ------------------------------------------------------------------ Comes forth from my tripewriter, A stream of Tripe, That not even the fan mags can stand! ----Luego's finis to Romauro--Avenger" in Vol 2 #2 Cosmic Tales ------------------------------------------------------------------ To him there was nothing more thrilling to wait till some poor doomed wretch dangled defenseless from his chains, then lean out and nibble off a toe or two. ----from "Henry The Rat" by Fred Fischer---Cosmic Tales Vol 2 # 2. ------------------------------------------------------------------
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24 "MY VERSION OF PLUTO AND THE PLUTONIANS" by Mrs. M. Manning Time---any day near meal time when the Plutonians are not engaged in doing something worthwhile------- I go to the clubhouse and say four or five times with increasing volume: "Couldn't you please come home and eat dinner now? Mark, and Vincent---it's you I'm yelling at---are we going to eat or aren't we?" After a while Mark, (my husband, who's pounding away at a typewriter, the old hunt and peck system,) spies me standing in the door and says absent mindedly, Hello, honey, I didn't hear you come in." He calmly goes back to his typing.) At this time I lose a little patience and shout, I just said would you be interested in eating dinner? Well come on----I don't care whether you are interested or not!" Mark: "all right, all right, all right--wait just a minute." I turn to Vincent; "Vincent please move and see if you can move him." Vincent: "Oh oh! year, supper--er--I mean dinner---well, well, come on let's go eat." Finally Mark arises from his chair and re-enters this world-OK, Ok." He turns around and glares at Sleeepy Paul, and Juno Davis, chief Plutonians of some sort or other, and growls: "dont, either one of you take this stencil out of here---and don't tear anything up, Davis. I remember too well you fixing up my alarm clock-----the clock didn't run and you had the main spring stuck in your hand." (We finally leave the "Shack" and walk the half block to our home. Conversation about Pluto, reigns throughout the meal.) "BRIGHT STUFF" by CHILDREN So there you are yoe see. The writing of Science Fiction nescessitates a quiet contemplative existence. One must meditate deeply and use a slide rule whenever nescessary. ----Hank Kuttner, in "Of Mice, And Me" March April '40 issue of FANTASY DIGEST. ------------------------------------------------------------------ SHANGRILA'S innovation in presenting a caricature dep't, as interpreted by Fritz Zillig---noted artist, well known for his work in ESQUIRE, (another good mag.) ----presenting the caricature--dep't, in # 1 SHANGRI-LA. ------------------------------------------------------------------ Burpocracy, for so I have chosen to call it, is based on the measurements of the Pyramids and the diagnository charts of Urper's Sanitorium. ----Fred Shroyer, in the Burpocratic Bulletin # 1. ------------------------------------------------------------------ Gosh. Wow-Boyoboy'. Congratulations! Congratulations! Congratulations! Whoopeeeeee! (The printing got him---ed.) ----Jack Speeer, commenting on the printed FANTASY NEWS, in F.N. number 99. ------------------------------------------------------------------ Comes forth from my tripewriter, A stream of Tripe, That not even the fan mags can stand! ----Luego's finis to Romauro--Avenger" in Vol 2 #2 Cosmic Tales ------------------------------------------------------------------ To him there was nothing more thrilling to wait till some poor doomed wretch dangled defenseless from his chains, then lean out and nibble off a toe or two. ----from "Henry The Rat" by Fred Fischer---Cosmic Tales Vol 2 # 2. ------------------------------------------------------------------
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