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Snide, issue 2, February 1941
Page 28
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lently at Klaxin, who shudders, saying) My God! (Shaggy dog enters L., shakes three times and vanishes, half-way across stage. (Re-enter Stephanie, C.) STEPHANIE: What do you know, babe? He left me for a preying mantis. KLAXIN: Never mind the screwball; what about this Roxy usher? STEPHANIE: I don't care for that! for a Roxy usher. (She emphasizes 'that' with a jab on button to the left corner of machine. Machine emits a somewhat sneezing sound, then entire set blown up with terrific roar.) Scene III: For full text see next morning's papers. # EULOGY ON THE SUICIDE OF A SCIENCE FICTION FAN-SCIENCTIST Here lie the remains of the first rocketeer Who thought he would go through the void up to Mars. They laughed when he climbed in his spaceship; their sneers And snickers resounded clear up to the stars. For he was a madman: he smoked not, this bloke. And that's why he couldn't take off; here's the catch: The rockets lie dead, so does he, there's no smoke, He wouldn't get started; he hadn't a match! Moral: And when of his spaceship some poor nut enthuses, Remember it takes fire to set off the fuses. -Harry Warner, Jr. 28
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lently at Klaxin, who shudders, saying) My God! (Shaggy dog enters L., shakes three times and vanishes, half-way across stage. (Re-enter Stephanie, C.) STEPHANIE: What do you know, babe? He left me for a preying mantis. KLAXIN: Never mind the screwball; what about this Roxy usher? STEPHANIE: I don't care for that! for a Roxy usher. (She emphasizes 'that' with a jab on button to the left corner of machine. Machine emits a somewhat sneezing sound, then entire set blown up with terrific roar.) Scene III: For full text see next morning's papers. # EULOGY ON THE SUICIDE OF A SCIENCE FICTION FAN-SCIENCTIST Here lie the remains of the first rocketeer Who thought he would go through the void up to Mars. They laughed when he climbed in his spaceship; their sneers And snickers resounded clear up to the stars. For he was a madman: he smoked not, this bloke. And that's why he couldn't take off; here's the catch: The rockets lie dead, so does he, there's no smoke, He wouldn't get started; he hadn't a match! Moral: And when of his spaceship some poor nut enthuses, Remember it takes fire to set off the fuses. -Harry Warner, Jr. 28
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