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Fanfare, whole no. 10, December 1943

Page 25

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She knew. Her last boy-friend had been a Moose. "Show me all those Utopias," she ordered. "Are they pink too?" "Only the nudist ones," Rap informed her. Mostly they are golden or pearly. There is a black one with a silver lining, for Republicans, & a white one for Presbyterians, but they are hardly ever used. We will probably find Wells there somewhere." Very stiff & prim, Alicia stalked down the forest aisles looking straight ahead of her. There were gigglings - stealthy movements in the underbrush. She tried hard not to look. The protective coloring was worn in spots. Some of the trees were quite yellow with age, & things showed thru. Well, she told herself, she'd always known men were like that! Rap broke in on her thots. "There is a black planetoid for ladies," he announced complacently. "Madame Vandilip* runs it. The - ah - gigolos all wear tuxedos." But Alicia wouldn't listen. Soon she saw that the foliage was changing color. The pink was fading into a brownish white. They passed a huge pink granite mausoleum standing by itself at the edge of the forest. "The refrigerator," Rap explained. "They need it sometimes..." "After an Elk's convention!" Alicia finished grimly. But before he could retort they came out on a vast level plain. It seemed to occupy the arid polar region of the planetoid. Scattered at intervals over its surface were walled cities, the spires of buildings projecting above their ramparts. "There are no gates," Rap toldher. "Nobody can ever get into a Utopia. They just build them & leave them here. Sometimes, if they are like Wells, they come around now & then to look at them & dust them off. Look - didn't I tell you? There he is." Sure enuf, there he was, sitting on a slab of stone at the base of a dingy, hard-looking Utopian wall. The clang & clatter of machinery sounded from within & great columns of black smoke spouted into the sky. As they approached, he sprang to his feet, beaming all over. _______________________________________ * of "Burn, Witch, Burn!"
 
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