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Formerly the Solar Scout, v. 1, issue 2, November 1937
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LITTLE LLEWELLYN-TIME TRAVELER by A. Nenny Mus Little Llewellyn, the boy genius chortled with glee as he put the finishing touches to his new time machine. the graft was a marvelous thing, like a bobbin surrounded by a strange web of queerly glistening wires. Altogether unlike any previous invention. Our hero stepped in, his golden tresses waving triumphantly as he took his place at the controls. He set his dials for the year 50 B. C. and the space dials for the river Rubicon between Gaul and Italy. "I want to see Caesar cross it" he gurgled to himself in his childish prattle. There was a flash and a roar. The sky turned grey, everything disappeared before his big blue eyes and he was off. Night followed day with a sharp whistle. The dial crept along till it was registered 15 years a second! And yet faster. Our innocent little Llewellyn became dizzier than ever before. Finally the ship began to slow down. The curly haired scientist put down his rattle with which he had been amusing himself. Time had come. He had arrived! The ship alighted and stopped. The little lad looked out and gaped. "Ten cents parking fee for private time machine!" game a voice. And a tough looking bloke in a blue uniform held out his hand to our hero. The angel child dumbly hand out the dime and stared around. It was the Rubicon. At least a big sign nearby said so. It also announced that grandstand seats could be had cheaply, and to avoid speculators. All about were parked hundreds and hundreds of time machines, some large omnibus conveyances, some small. From all eras from the invention on, folk had been travelling to see the crossing of the Rubicon. Naturally all had arrived at the same day. Little Lewellyn got out and meekly purchas
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LITTLE LLEWELLYN-TIME TRAVELER by A. Nenny Mus Little Llewellyn, the boy genius chortled with glee as he put the finishing touches to his new time machine. the graft was a marvelous thing, like a bobbin surrounded by a strange web of queerly glistening wires. Altogether unlike any previous invention. Our hero stepped in, his golden tresses waving triumphantly as he took his place at the controls. He set his dials for the year 50 B. C. and the space dials for the river Rubicon between Gaul and Italy. "I want to see Caesar cross it" he gurgled to himself in his childish prattle. There was a flash and a roar. The sky turned grey, everything disappeared before his big blue eyes and he was off. Night followed day with a sharp whistle. The dial crept along till it was registered 15 years a second! And yet faster. Our innocent little Llewellyn became dizzier than ever before. Finally the ship began to slow down. The curly haired scientist put down his rattle with which he had been amusing himself. Time had come. He had arrived! The ship alighted and stopped. The little lad looked out and gaped. "Ten cents parking fee for private time machine!" game a voice. And a tough looking bloke in a blue uniform held out his hand to our hero. The angel child dumbly hand out the dime and stared around. It was the Rubicon. At least a big sign nearby said so. It also announced that grandstand seats could be had cheaply, and to avoid speculators. All about were parked hundreds and hundreds of time machines, some large omnibus conveyances, some small. From all eras from the invention on, folk had been travelling to see the crossing of the Rubicon. Naturally all had arrived at the same day. Little Lewellyn got out and meekly purchas
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