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Scenes of Fantasy, v. 2, issue 1, whole no. 5, 1939?

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Blenkins on the Martian Wastelands.

Blenkins ran down the stretch of Martian soil, The Ionians were after him.  (Why?  Im sure I don't know)  He had been here on Mars for two years(Terra time of course)  but he still found it hard to get along with the Martians.  Gelatinous creatures, these, but spritely due to Martian gravity.  Blenkins had been caught stealing Martian tobacco.  Can you blame the Martians for getting sore?  Can you blame Blenkins?  Worth a grand a pound on Earth(American-money)  Who wouldn't swipe some?
Well, they're still chasing him.  Blenkins is in a bad spot.  He's on the spot.  Ah! he says to himself.  "Where's my diminutive powders?"  A sprinkle of this would shrink him to the size of an atom.  Oblivion!  He awoke to find himself in a treeless plain.  Why were there no trees?  You'll have to answer that one.  Nevertheless, he found himself about to be attached by a horde of Venusian microbes (How'd they get here?)  Huge (in proportion to his new size) spherical things they were, they started rolling toward him.  He would be crushed!  Unless ----!  He pulled out his pocket Necronomicon(What was this doing on Mars?) and read a passage in pig-latin.  The attacking entities vanished in a wisp of smoke.
Well that's that.  Now for a bit of exploring in this minute world.  He was startled by a number of round red things coming his way.  Molecules!  Now if he could decrease his size a trifle more, he might climb aboard his atomic rocket-ship and visit one of the tiny worlds.  (Rocket! Wonder where he got that?)
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Blenkins on the Martian Wastelands. Blenkins ran down the stretch of Martian soil, The Ionians were after him. (Why? Im sure I don't know) He had been here on Mars for two years(Terra time of course) but he still found it hard to get along with the Martians. Gelatinous creatures, these, but spritely due to Martian gravity. Blenkins had been caught stealing Martian tobacco. Can you blame the Martians for getting sore? Can you blame Blenkins? Worth a grand a pound on Earth(American-money) Who wouldn't swipe some? Well, they're still chasing him. Blenkins is in a bad spot. He's on the spot. Ah! he says to himself. "Where's my diminutive powders?" A sprinkle of this would shrink him to the size of an atom. Oblivion! He awoke to find himself in a treeless plain. Why were there no trees? You'll have to answer that one. Nevertheless, he found himself about to be attached by a horde of Venusian microbes (How'd they get here?) Huge (in proportion to his new size) spherical things they were, they started rolling toward him. He would be crushed! Unless ----! He pulled out his pocket Necronomicon(What was this doing on Mars?) and read a passage in pig-latin. The attacking entities vanished in a wisp of smoke. Well that's that. Now for a bit of exploring in this minute world. He was startled by a number of round red things coming his way. Molecules! Now if he could decrease his size a trifle more, he might climb aboard his atomic rocket-ship and visit one of the tiny worlds. (Rocket! Wonder where he got that?) (Continued on Page 10)