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Fantasite, v. 1, issue 5, September 1941
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11................................................THE FANTASITE about a title for this book?" His eyes swept the circle. "Say, boss!" #1 popped up, "I've got an idea. Let's call it Super-Duper Space Stories! I've got a masthead all pictured. Listen: across the top, against a brilliant red space-scape, we'll have a giant slug, (the kind deep in the bowels of the earth), and out from him will be shooting all kinds of comets and stars and gyros and things. This slug will have horrible long feelers, and be drooling saliva as it wings its way across space . . .. what's the matter boss? Anything wrong?" The Big One simled patiently. "I'm sorry, boy. I know you do all right on Saucy Tales, but I can see you just ain't up on your science. And believe me, you have to know science in this book, or those fans will make life miserable for you! Why, they wouldn't let us get away with that for all the circulation figures in China! Not, you understand, not that the idea isn't a good sales flash. But . . ." "Gosh, boss, it sounds all right to me. What's wrong with it?" "Well, in the first place, it's unsound, scientifically speaking. Giant slugs from the bowels of the earth can't fly thru space, and---" "Don't they?" #1 asked incredulously. "Don't they reall?" "No, I'm afraid they don't. So you see it's unscientific. Furthermore, I'm kind of wary about those stars . . . well, that's something else again. Seems like I read someplace the nearest star is forty billion miles away. And think what the fans would say about that!" "But boss, couldn't we dig up a star closer to the earth? Something about as far away as ... as... well, the sun for example?" "Nope. Sorry boys, no stars. It's unscientific. Okay for the comets, but we can't use stars and giant slugs. Oh, by the way, what are those 'gyros' you mentioned?" "You know, boss, gyros," said #1 hopefully. "Them planets that spin on rings like gyroscopic tops. Why couldn't we throw in three or four of those?" "Good idea!" shouted the Big Man. "By Jove, that's a capital idea. And those double-damned fans can't get us there. We know those planets exist! Okay, boys, we're strictly scientific so far: ringed planets, comets . . . but what kind of a body shall we put on them?" Numbers 1, 2 and 4 looked thoughtful. Number 3 continued to just look expectant. "I'm wondering," said #2 then in a small voice. "I'm wondering about that red space. Is space red? The sky always looked blue to me." "Hah!" exclaimed the Great One. "You've got something there. But we can remedy that darn quick!" He grabbed the telephone. "H'lo. Get me Jenkins in Shopping. That you, Jenkins? Good. Jenkins, you're a crack photographer ... tell me, what color is space? Huh? No, I said space. 3-s-p-a-c-e. That stuff up above the sky. Yeah...yeah...yeah...yep. Okay, Jenkins, thanks." He hung up. "Jenkins says we can use any color. Statistics have never proven what color it is. Okay boys, we'll use the red space!" And the conference went on. Despite fans and scientific principles, #1 was stoutly in favor of the giant slug. He argued that a brilliant yellow slug against a deep red space would make a newsstand splash to be reckoned with. On the other hand, #2, somewhat timid, suggested a flying dinosaur. He just wasn't sure what a flying dinosaur was, nor where it lived, but he had seen cut-outs of the scaly thing advertising gasoline. It would make a brilliant splash on the cover. Comets and gyros could be whirling around it. Of course, there was always the chance that some other firm had the dinosaur copyrighted but the Legal Dept. could quickly take care of that. #2 made quite a
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11................................................THE FANTASITE about a title for this book?" His eyes swept the circle. "Say, boss!" #1 popped up, "I've got an idea. Let's call it Super-Duper Space Stories! I've got a masthead all pictured. Listen: across the top, against a brilliant red space-scape, we'll have a giant slug, (the kind deep in the bowels of the earth), and out from him will be shooting all kinds of comets and stars and gyros and things. This slug will have horrible long feelers, and be drooling saliva as it wings its way across space . . .. what's the matter boss? Anything wrong?" The Big One simled patiently. "I'm sorry, boy. I know you do all right on Saucy Tales, but I can see you just ain't up on your science. And believe me, you have to know science in this book, or those fans will make life miserable for you! Why, they wouldn't let us get away with that for all the circulation figures in China! Not, you understand, not that the idea isn't a good sales flash. But . . ." "Gosh, boss, it sounds all right to me. What's wrong with it?" "Well, in the first place, it's unsound, scientifically speaking. Giant slugs from the bowels of the earth can't fly thru space, and---" "Don't they?" #1 asked incredulously. "Don't they reall?" "No, I'm afraid they don't. So you see it's unscientific. Furthermore, I'm kind of wary about those stars . . . well, that's something else again. Seems like I read someplace the nearest star is forty billion miles away. And think what the fans would say about that!" "But boss, couldn't we dig up a star closer to the earth? Something about as far away as ... as... well, the sun for example?" "Nope. Sorry boys, no stars. It's unscientific. Okay for the comets, but we can't use stars and giant slugs. Oh, by the way, what are those 'gyros' you mentioned?" "You know, boss, gyros," said #1 hopefully. "Them planets that spin on rings like gyroscopic tops. Why couldn't we throw in three or four of those?" "Good idea!" shouted the Big Man. "By Jove, that's a capital idea. And those double-damned fans can't get us there. We know those planets exist! Okay, boys, we're strictly scientific so far: ringed planets, comets . . . but what kind of a body shall we put on them?" Numbers 1, 2 and 4 looked thoughtful. Number 3 continued to just look expectant. "I'm wondering," said #2 then in a small voice. "I'm wondering about that red space. Is space red? The sky always looked blue to me." "Hah!" exclaimed the Great One. "You've got something there. But we can remedy that darn quick!" He grabbed the telephone. "H'lo. Get me Jenkins in Shopping. That you, Jenkins? Good. Jenkins, you're a crack photographer ... tell me, what color is space? Huh? No, I said space. 3-s-p-a-c-e. That stuff up above the sky. Yeah...yeah...yeah...yep. Okay, Jenkins, thanks." He hung up. "Jenkins says we can use any color. Statistics have never proven what color it is. Okay boys, we'll use the red space!" And the conference went on. Despite fans and scientific principles, #1 was stoutly in favor of the giant slug. He argued that a brilliant yellow slug against a deep red space would make a newsstand splash to be reckoned with. On the other hand, #2, somewhat timid, suggested a flying dinosaur. He just wasn't sure what a flying dinosaur was, nor where it lived, but he had seen cut-outs of the scaly thing advertising gasoline. It would make a brilliant splash on the cover. Comets and gyros could be whirling around it. Of course, there was always the chance that some other firm had the dinosaur copyrighted but the Legal Dept. could quickly take care of that. #2 made quite a
em relação ao título para esse livro?" Seus olhos varreram o arredor. "Fala chefe!" #1 disparou repentinamente, "Eu tive uma ideia. Vamos chamá-lo de Histórias Espaciais Super Incríveis! Eu já tenho um cabeçalho em mente. Escuta só:
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