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Fan, issue 2, July 1945
Page 27
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27 ped into a different gown, but somehow it transformed her completely She was radiant. Ric stared a moment, his breath seeming to catch in his throat, before he blurted a familiar: "Myra . . . won't you tell me when you're going to---" "Don't say it," she laughed, "I know it by heart! When am I going to submit my Declaration-of-Love paper to the bureau. Do you know Ric, every time I change into a new frock you ask he that." "Well, that's reason enough. But when are you? Maybe you don't realize it, Myra, but already our friends are beginning to talk. . . . " She became suddenly serious. "Yes, I know. And I realize I should file my paper." She looked straight at him. "So I've decided what I'll do. Tonight -- later, on the way home -- you shall have my decision." She became laughingly gay again, grasped his arm and they hurried out to the roof where his airlaunch was waiting. Vanmartin's party was a glorious success, as usual. Even more than usual to Ric, because Dullac, the famous Belgian maestro, was there to perform on Vanmartin's new color-organ*. At Ric's request he oblingly displayed the Fourth Color-Symphony of Perro, a gorgeous and tenderly appealing thing. The way in which Perro had run the gamut of the spectrum in weaving his daringly original color plots, and the delicate restraint with which he had introduced the dissonant shades, stamped him as one of the truly great modern compositionists. And Ric had never seen Perro projected more masterfully. Afterward he congratulated Dullac, requested his autograph, and was thrilled to discuss briefly with him the probable effect of the newly discovered infra-spectrum which was just then the overwhelming topic in coloricircles. Consequently it wasn't until they were nearly home that Ric came out of his own little world of revery and spoke to Myra. But then, looking at her, he saw that she was so engrossed in one of her own moods that she hadn't even noticed his silence. He frowned, trying to remember, What was it? There was something she had said earlier in the evening. Something important. And then he knew what it was, and he cried "Myra!" and he punched at the hover-button so abruptly that the launch groaned as it came to rest in the air. "Myra!" He turned to her. "I knew I was forgetting something! You said you'd give me your answer about filing your Declaration-of-Love paper. When are you going to file it, Myra?" She shook her head. "I'm afraid my answer is not the one you want, Ric." He stared at her a moment, not comprehending, before he blurted: "You don't mean -- you're not going to? But Myra, I thought it (* See Annenda)
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27 ped into a different gown, but somehow it transformed her completely She was radiant. Ric stared a moment, his breath seeming to catch in his throat, before he blurted a familiar: "Myra . . . won't you tell me when you're going to---" "Don't say it," she laughed, "I know it by heart! When am I going to submit my Declaration-of-Love paper to the bureau. Do you know Ric, every time I change into a new frock you ask he that." "Well, that's reason enough. But when are you? Maybe you don't realize it, Myra, but already our friends are beginning to talk. . . . " She became suddenly serious. "Yes, I know. And I realize I should file my paper." She looked straight at him. "So I've decided what I'll do. Tonight -- later, on the way home -- you shall have my decision." She became laughingly gay again, grasped his arm and they hurried out to the roof where his airlaunch was waiting. Vanmartin's party was a glorious success, as usual. Even more than usual to Ric, because Dullac, the famous Belgian maestro, was there to perform on Vanmartin's new color-organ*. At Ric's request he oblingly displayed the Fourth Color-Symphony of Perro, a gorgeous and tenderly appealing thing. The way in which Perro had run the gamut of the spectrum in weaving his daringly original color plots, and the delicate restraint with which he had introduced the dissonant shades, stamped him as one of the truly great modern compositionists. And Ric had never seen Perro projected more masterfully. Afterward he congratulated Dullac, requested his autograph, and was thrilled to discuss briefly with him the probable effect of the newly discovered infra-spectrum which was just then the overwhelming topic in coloricircles. Consequently it wasn't until they were nearly home that Ric came out of his own little world of revery and spoke to Myra. But then, looking at her, he saw that she was so engrossed in one of her own moods that she hadn't even noticed his silence. He frowned, trying to remember, What was it? There was something she had said earlier in the evening. Something important. And then he knew what it was, and he cried "Myra!" and he punched at the hover-button so abruptly that the launch groaned as it came to rest in the air. "Myra!" He turned to her. "I knew I was forgetting something! You said you'd give me your answer about filing your Declaration-of-Love paper. When are you going to file it, Myra?" She shook her head. "I'm afraid my answer is not the one you want, Ric." He stared at her a moment, not comprehending, before he blurted: "You don't mean -- you're not going to? But Myra, I thought it (* See Annenda)
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