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I have not dealt with Onya's article nearly to the extent that I ht,but I don't think it's really necessary,idea who Foo E Onya is I wish I could hazard ht, and both the editor andOnya seem so determined to keep it secret, that I cannot be otherwisethan silent I willsfn At least I hope you willcontinue both reading and writing it But I swear, if I ever hear of youdoing so, I shall feel sorely tempted to broadcast what a hypocrite youith that article!
THE FIGHT OF THE GOOD SHIP CLARISSA
by one who should know better
The space rocket Clarissa was nine days out from Venus The members ofthe creere also out for nine days They were hunters, fearlessexpeditionists who bagged gales At the start of ourstory they are busy bagging their pants, not to forget their eyes Asort of lull has fallen over the ship (Note: a lull is a time warp thatfrequently attacks rockets and seduces itsthis lull that Anthony Quelch sat sprawled at his typewriterlooking as baggy as a bag of unripe grapefruit ANTHONY QUELCH, theCosmic Clamor Boy, with a face like turned linoleu a book: "Fascism is Communism with a shave" for which hewould receive 367 rubles, 10 pazinkas and incarceration in a cine Gone With The Wind
The boys upstairs were throwing a party in the control roo the party looked like a worn outfirst edition of a trapeze artist There is doubt in ourto break the party up or just do the s and headslittered the deck The boys, it seems, threw a party at the drop of achin Sort of a space cataclysulation--kindof an atohbors nevercohbors were 450 hter than a catsup bottle at lunch-time The last time the captainhad looked up the hatch and called to his kiddies in a gentle voice,"HELL!" the kiddies had thrown snowballs at him The captain hadvanished Clever way they make these space bo up old A them atone another, but now they contented the up just theeditors Pal withhi a story for an hour before so hie juice sorry, now?)
And then they landed on Venus How in heck they got back there so quickis a wonder of science, but there they were "Coet out there and dig ditches for goodold WPA and the Rover Boys Academy, earth branch 27!"
Out into the staggering rain they dashed FiveThey had forgotten their corsets! TheVenusians closed in like athe other way And then--BATTLE! "What a fight; folks,"cried Quelch "Twenty thousand earth ainst two Venusians! We'reoutnumbered, but we
'll fight!" BLOOSH! "Correction--ten thousand !" KERBLOM! "One hundred , folks! What a fight I ain't had so s!" BWOM! "Someonejust clipped me!"
The field was silent The ship lay glea over theover the bodies of the Earthlings like onionpeelers or toain baseh-pitched, hoarse, sad voice said: "Aye,aye, aye--THIS--HIT SHOODEN HEPPEN TO A DOG--NOT A DOIDY LEEDLE DOG!"And dawn ca
_The Intruder_
_emil petaja_
It was in San Francisco, on the walk above the sand and surf thatpounded like the heart of the earth There ind, the sky and seablended in a grey mist
I was sitting on a stone bench watching a faint hint of distant s what ship it was and from what far port
Mine was a pleasent wind--loneliness So when he careat overcoat and muffler, hat pulled down, and sat on my bench I wasabout to rise and leave him There were other benches, and I was not inthe ossip about Hitler and taxes
"Don't go Please" His plea was authentic