Futuria Fantasia, Spring 1940 - 2

That's what they all say, the sniveling hypocrites! They know it's a
lie!"
Then he drew nearer once again. "But," he said, "I'm going to tell you
my story anyway. You have a kind face. And I--I just don't have any at
all." He raised the rim of his hat and I saw it was true! He had no
face! Gibbering, I tried to get away, to flee or scram, but it was too
late. Taking a firmer grip on my lapels, and standing heavily on my
foot, the old man began his story.
"You may not believe it (he began) but I, too, was once a carefree young
fan like yourself. From morning til night I thot of nothing but eating,
sleeping, sex, and my fan-mag, PUKE. In the evening I would stay up til
morning, splashing happily in my hecto inks, and turning out pages and
pages of material like mad. And at last I'd go to bed, tired but happy,
knowing I had done my duty as an honest fan.
"And then, one day, it happened. By some unfortunate chance, I got a
little double-strength purple hectograph ink on my face. Noticing it in
the mirror the next morning, as I was trying to decide whether to shave
this week or not, I took a washcloth and tried to rub off the stain.
Alas, poor fool that I was, I recked not of the consequences!
"With hard rubbing, I managed to get some of the ink off, but when I
went on rubbing, to remove the rest, the ink I had rubbed off was
transferred back to my face. And so it went, the adament ink going from
washrag to face and from face back to washrag.
"The ink, as I have said, was double-strength purple undiluted, and
suffered nothing in the process. But something had to give way. The
washrag, by an unhappy coincidence, was a brand-new one, and my face was
some years old. Only one thing could have happened. It did."
Thus, shedding a tear on the carpet, the old stranger ended his weird
tale. Getting slowly to his feet, he drew his hat down over his eyes
once more, tied his socks around his neck more tightly, and shuffled off
toward the shattered windows. At the sill, he turned, faced the room,
and made one last parting shot, ere he vanished in the gloom. "_Dogs
have fleas!_" he screamed.
But sometimes I wonder.


I'VE NEVER SEEN
by Hannes Bok

[Illustration]
I've never seen a Flirtenflog.
I've heard that it's a Martian dog.
But science-fiction has romanced
That the Martian race is much advanced;
So thus my reasoning should be,
Has a Flirtenflog ever seen ME??????
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_HAVE YOU TRIED READING_
freehafer's POLARIS?


HANNES V: BOK
ARTIST
AS SEEN BY
HANNES V: BOK
CRITIC.

[Illustration]
Hannes Bok, born in Seattle. Age; 23. Arrived in New York in August,
1939. Is doing interiors and covers for Weird Tales and several other
wellknown fantasy magazines.


ninevah
_by_ J. E. K_elleam_

They say the bittern and the cormorant
Have nested in the upper lintels there.
The wind builds flowers of dust upon the air,
Lifting and falling, slow and hesitant.
Within the crumbling temples beasts have laired;
Eyeless the windows, broken the terraces;
No laughter breaks the silence. The palaces
Are weathered and the cedar work is bared.
If this be glory's wage, then let me trust
The fragile things that are not built of might,
The lovely things that leave no trace when gone:
The rose that swiftly turns into the dust,
Beauty that blazed a moment----Or a night
Of golden stars forgotten with the dawn.
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[Illustration:
_BOK'S_
creatures of
_Lorelei_
]


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THE ROADS MUST ROLL! And the road rolls right into Campbell's office and
rolling right back comes a check to Mr. Robert A. Heinlein, member of
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Heinlein's yarn about roads deals with a culture where roads are the
most important things to mankind and he just sold it to John W., for
which, BRAVO, BOB!
Story will appear with above title or as ROADTOWN, all dpendin' on which
side of the bed Campbell gets up from.
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