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Phantagraph/Mind of Man, v. 8, issue 6, April 1941
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THE PHANTAGRAPH with which is combined Vol. VIII -- MIND of MAN -- no. vi "The Magazine of Vapid Verse and Pointless Prose" is now combined with The Phantagraph of which this is the thirty-fifth number. Edited and published by Donald A. Wollheim, aided and abetted by John B. Michel and Robert W. Lowndes, at 142 West 103 St., New York City. The material in this issue constitutes stuff on hand by Frederik Pohl for Mind of Man and is published by his permission. However, The Phantagraph wishes to make it clear that it does not assume any of the obligations incurred by "Mind of Man" during its career. MIND OF MAN PHANTaGRAPH EGO TCHORNYA TETE NOW LET IT not be said that I, everybelell, the dulling of the silmer scream, have tricecraned sippit thought. By word or deed. To ever have offended you. Or you. Or you. Oryou. Ryou. 'U. For none are grannies whom I've known. Nor silent men. Wherever grown can know the sorrow in my heart. When living's done. And Death shall start if I allow my ruby shroud. To muse in triumph. On a cloud six miles above this wormeat Earth. I never shall. Again have birth. Bebaetat, Thtahmem. And callow logic ends in mirth. --Antony Selkirk
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THE PHANTAGRAPH with which is combined Vol. VIII -- MIND of MAN -- no. vi "The Magazine of Vapid Verse and Pointless Prose" is now combined with The Phantagraph of which this is the thirty-fifth number. Edited and published by Donald A. Wollheim, aided and abetted by John B. Michel and Robert W. Lowndes, at 142 West 103 St., New York City. The material in this issue constitutes stuff on hand by Frederik Pohl for Mind of Man and is published by his permission. However, The Phantagraph wishes to make it clear that it does not assume any of the obligations incurred by "Mind of Man" during its career. MIND OF MAN PHANTaGRAPH EGO TCHORNYA TETE NOW LET IT not be said that I, everybelell, the dulling of the silmer scream, have tricecraned sippit thought. By word or deed. To ever have offended you. Or you. Or you. Oryou. Ryou. 'U. For none are grannies whom I've known. Nor silent men. Wherever grown can know the sorrow in my heart. When living's done. And Death shall start if I allow my ruby shroud. To muse in triumph. On a cloud six miles above this wormeat Earth. I never shall. Again have birth. Bebaetat, Thtahmem. And callow logic ends in mirth. --Antony Selkirk
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