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Fiction: Non-fiction: Worlds of Beyond<\/em> was a short-lived digest magazine that appeared on the scene at the same time as Galaxy<\/em>. Unfortunately, unlike like the latter it lasted for only three issues, killed off by poor circulation. The magazine\u00a0came from a company called Hillman Publications and was edited by Damon Knight, who later described the birth, life and death of the magazine in his Knight Piece<\/em> in the autobiographical anthology Hell\u2019s Cartographers<\/em>.1<\/sup> Six-Legged Svengali<\/em><\/strong> by Fredric Brown and Mack Reynolds is a pleasant but minor Sheckleyesque tale of a specimen gathering expedition on Venus: Rod the narrator has paid to go along as he is keen on Dixie, the daughter of the expedition leader Dr Everton. They are looking for a creature with a very particular protective mechanism. What this defensive characteristic is becomes apparent during dinner when Dr Everton and his daughter are talking about Venusian mud turtles and Rod has no idea what they are talking about. Dr Everton tells him he must have found one and explains:<\/p>\n \u201cYou see, Spenser, many creatures have amazing protective mechanisms for use against their enemies. There are the insects that survive by resembling twigs\u2014the harmless snakes that have the markings of deadly vipers\u2014the small fish that can puff itself up so large that it cannot be swallowed\u2014the chameleon that\u2014\u201d Later, Dr Everton informs Rod he has also amnesia about their private deal: if Rod captures one of the creatures he can marry Dixie, if he doesn\u2019t he can\u2019t. Rod goes back to his tent and tries to figure out what his plan for catching an animal that induces amnesia as a protective mechanism was…. Actually, I had little real sympathy for the expedition. I\u2019ve never thought much of people penning animals in cages to be gawked at. Already, of the sparse animal life on Venus, two species had become extinct: the beautiful Venusian egret, to supply plumes for hats in a ridiculous revival of the millinery styles of the 19th<\/sup> century, and the kieter, whose meat was delicious beyond belief, to adorn the tables of wealthy gourmets.<\/em> p.2<\/p>\n An Epistle to the Thessalonians<\/em><\/strong> by Philip Wylie is an excerpt from his 1934 novel Finnley Wren<\/em>, and as such is a rather inconsequential but moderately interesting piece. It tells of a thousand mile high giant arriving on Earth from space and the events that follow. Simworthy rose from the pilot\u2019s armchair, still cursing with an energy that, tight-beamed, would have burned a hole in the planet\u2019s heaviside layer. He spat, and stainless steel sizzled.<\/em> p.21<\/p>\n The story is about a very ugly man turned space trader and his adventures after he is given a love potion on a planet by a hermit. There is a reasonably clever end to this but it\u2019s too little too late. The Mindworm<\/em><\/strong> by C. M. Kornbluth is an impressive story, and the best in the issue. It is about a man who feeds on people\u2019s intense emotions, killing them in the process\u2014a sort of telepathic vampire if you will. The ending is a little predictable\u2014not helped by Knight\u2019s giveaway blurb\u2014but the notable feature of this is the grittiness of the narrative, which is informed by the protagonist\u2019s telepathic roamings. An example of this is when he runs away from home as a child and encounters some hoboes:<\/p>\n They were ugly, dirty men, and their thoughts were muddled and stupid. They called him \u201cShorty\u201d and gave him a little dirty bread and some stinking sardines from a can. The thoughts of one of them became less muddled and uglier. He talked to the rest out of the boy\u2019s hearing, and they whooped with laughter. The boy got ready to run, but his legs wouldn\u2019t hold him up. The inner cover blurb notes Kornbluth was only in his late twenties when he published this and was working as the head of a local news bureau\u2014an occupation, one suspects, that informed his clear-eyed view of humanity (or jaundiced view, take your pick).<\/p>\n The Smile of the Sphinx<\/em><\/strong> by William F. Temple (Tales of Wonder<\/em>, Autumn 1938) places\u00a0the narrator of the story near an arsenal at Woolwich when it violently explodes destroying a large part of the town. This is the start of a series of worldwide explosions that occur at locations where humans have munitions, or the means of producing them. Shortly before this cataclysm, the narrator had witnessed a huge number of cats leaving the town. After\u00a0his comment to a newspaper about this phenomenon he is contacted by a man called Clarke who has a wild theory about cats:<\/p>\n \u201cLet me give you a brief history of these creatures,\u201d he said. \u201cI don\u2019t expect you to believe it, but it\u2019s true. Firstly, the moon was inhabited much more recently than some astronomers think. It was shared by two races, the feline and the canine. They were incompatible from the start, and finally a terrific war broke out between them. \u201cNow, the feline mind could detach itself at will from any body\u2014though it could not remain apart from that body long without its store of energy becoming exhausted\u2014and these minds were practically indestructible, even if they happened to be inhabiting a body at the time it was destroyed. But there was an Achilles\u2019 heel, and the canine race knew of it. One thing alone could harm a feline mind, and that was a violent explosion adjacent to it. By \u2018adjacent\u2019 I mean within a foot, or two at most, for the feline mind is a tenacious and almost unshakable structure. But a really concentrated effect of disruption slap up against it will somehow upset the balance of forces which holds that incorporeal mind together. It disintegrates, and to all intents and purposes it is finished as an entity forever.<\/em> p.78<\/p>\n This is, of course, an utterly daft idea for a story but, in its defence, I\u2019ll plead that it is readable and well worked out for all that. If you have a cat, be warned.2<\/sup><\/p>\n Invasion Squad<\/em><\/strong> by Battell Loomis is a strange, almost surreal, story. It has three oddly named explorers (with authorial intervention about how their names are pronounced and how they should be typeset). They are trying to scale a vertical cliff in in a strange landscape. After several attempts using different equipment they succeed and arrive at plateau. They then discover a hole that they explore. The Loom of Darkness<\/em><\/strong> by Jack Vance is the second of the \u2018Dying Earth\u2019 stories and presumably appeared here as a result of Hillman Periodicals publishing Vance\u2019s book The Dying Earth<\/em> (the back cover is an in-house advertisement for that volume at 25 cents). He saw a blue-white, green-white flicker against the foliage. It was a Twk-man, mounted on a dragon-fly, and light glinted from the dragon-fly\u2019s wings. Liane sets off to find the witch and, having found her later, is unable to force his affections on her. She agrees to trade them for a tapestry she wants. The only problem is that the tapestry is owned, and guarded, by Chun the Unavoidable\u2026. The cover for this issue is a flat, amateurish affair (but see Knight\u2019s comments below about how this piece was obtained) and the small postage stamp-size internal illustrations don\u2019t really add anything to the \u2019zine.4<\/sup> Your comments on this issue, and your suggestions for future issues, are earnestly solicited\u2014especially if you\u2019re not an old-time science-fiction reader. This field is expanding rapidly\u2014therefore new readers are important\u2014and we want your reactions.<\/em> p.107<\/p>\n Shades of Horace L. Gold and Galaxy<\/em> magazine. This book might have been written to oblige critics of van Vogt\u2019s work, for an analysis of it clears up several puzzling aspects of his previous stories. For example, the characters in this book have little if any more depth than those in previous van Vogt novels, but here the lack is not felt as acutely, for this sort of superficial characterization is exactly what is expected in a not-quite-first-rate detective story. More is expected from a science-fiction writer of the first rank; but it seems to me at least an illuminating hypothesis that van Vogt is not, strictly speaking, a science-fiction writer\u2014that he has been writing crime-suspense novels, with a dollop each of science-fantasy background, ever since <\/em>Slan; though never before as explicitly as in <\/em>The House That Stood Still. He also has these comments about Dianetics: The Modern Science of Mental Health<\/em> by L. Ron Hubbard:<\/p>\n This is a closely reasoned, carefully composed and extremely persuasive book, certainly the best job of writing Hubbard has done since the war. The status of dianetics as a science is another question, and one which would have been much easier to resolve had the author included any clinical evidence to support his claims. This is an interesting and insightful review column and I look forward to the next couple (and will track down his collected criticism, a volume I should have read a long time ago).5<\/sup> Science-Fantasy Fiction is a blend of two forms of imaginative writing: science fiction and fantasy. Fantasy is as old as recorded history; science-fiction is a child of the industrial revolution. In conclusion I would note that the three issues of Worlds Beyond<\/em> have a good reputation in a couple of sources I checked and, on the basis of this one, I would concur.6<\/sup> I thought the quality of the writing was far superior to any of the other magazines I have read from the period, even if the individual works don\u2019t always work that well as stories. If the other two issues are up to this standard then it is a pity this title\u00a0didn\u2019t last longer: I think Worlds Beyond<\/em> would have given F&SF<\/em> a run for its money, and Galaxy<\/em> too.<\/p>\n Fiction: Six-Legged Svengali \u2022 short story by Fredric Brown and Mack Reynolds \u2665\u2665\u2665 An Epistle to the Thessalonians \u2022 reprint short story by Philip Wylie \u2665\u2665 Simworthy\u2019s Circus \u2022 short story by Larry T. Shaw The End of the Party \u2022 reprint short story by Graham Greene \u2665\u2665\u2665 The Big Contest \u2022 short story by […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":true,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[29],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2227","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-worlds-beyond"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6Pcj7-zV","jetpack-related-posts":[],"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sfmagazines.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2227","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sfmagazines.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sfmagazines.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sfmagazines.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sfmagazines.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2227"}],"version-history":[{"count":13,"href":"https:\/\/sfmagazines.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2227\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2252,"href":"https:\/\/sfmagazines.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2227\/revisions\/2252"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sfmagazines.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2227"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sfmagazines.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2227"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sfmagazines.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2227"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nSix-Legged Svengali<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 short story by Fredric Brown and Mack Reynolds \u2665\u2665\u2665
\nAn Epistle to the Thessalonians<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 reprint short story by Philip Wylie \u2665\u2665
\nSimworthy\u2019s Circus<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 short story by Larry T. Shaw
\nThe End of the Party<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 reprint short story by Graham Greene \u2665\u2665\u2665
\nThe Big Contest<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 short story by John D. MacDonald \u2665\u2665
\nThe Hunter Gracchus<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 reprint short story by Franz Kafka \u2665
\nThe Mindworm<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 short story by C. M. Kornbluth \u2665\u2665\u2665\u2665
\nThe Smile of the Sphinx<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 reprint novelette by William F. Temple \u2665\u2665
\nInvasion Squad<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 short story by Battell Loomis \u2665
\nWow<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 reprint\u00a0short story by William B. Seabrook \u2665\u2665
\nThe Loom of Darkness<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 short story by Jack Vance\u00a0\u2665\u2665\u2665<\/p>\n
\nCover<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 by Paul Call\u00e9
\nInternal artwork<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 by Paul Call\u00e9, Harry Harrison
\nContributors…<\/em><\/strong>
\nScience Briefs<\/em><\/strong>
\nThe Dissecting Table<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 book reviews by Damon Knight
\nEditorial: Science-Fantasy Fiction<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 by Damon Knight<\/p>\n
\nAs with F&SF<\/em> there is a mixture of original and reprint material, which I\u2019ll deal with it in the order it appears.<\/p>\n
\nI interrupted him. \u201cI\u2019ll concede protective mechanisms, Dr. Everton. But what\u2019s that got to do with whatever we\u2019re talking about?\u201d
\nHe waggled a finger at me. \u201cAll right, you concede protective mechanisms. Now we come to the protective mechanism of the Venusian mud turtle. Like all other forms of life on Venus, it has limited telepathic powers. In its case, a special adaptation of telepathy. It can induce temporary amnesia concerning itself\u2014its very existence\u2014in the mind of any creature coming within a certain range of it.
\n\u201cIn other words, if anyone goes out hunting a Venusian mud turtle and finds one\u2014he not only forgets he was hunting it but that he saw it or ever heard of it!\u201d<\/em> p.4<\/p>\n
\nAs well as being cleverly developed, this has a twinge of early ecological awareness in it:<\/p>\n
\nSimworthy\u2019s Circus<\/em><\/strong> by Larry T. Shaw is the only real clunker in the issue, and it stands out for its markedly pulp voice:<\/p>\n
\nThe End of the Party<\/em><\/strong> by Graham Greene (The London Mercury<\/em>, January 1932) is a well written\u2014as you would expect\u2014atmospheric chiller about one of two twins dreading an upcoming birthday party as he has a fear of playing hide-and-seek in the dark. He tries a number of ruses to avoid this and his twin brother intervenes at one point, but to no avail\u2026.
\nThe Big Contest<\/em><\/strong> by John D. MacDonald is, perhaps the next most \u2018pulp\u2019 of the tales herein with its tale of some good old boys sitting outside the fire station and one of them telling a story about flying saucers. This mostly concerns an unusual entrant to a spitting contest that took place in the town some years ago. The ending is fairly predictable but the local colour is really the thing that is of interest here.
\nThe Hunter Gracchus<\/em><\/strong> by Franz Kafka (The Great Wall of China<\/em>, 1948, translation of Der J\u00e4ger Gracchus,<\/em> 1931) is a short fragmentary piece about Gracchus the Hunter arriving in a village and the burgomaster later meeting him. Gracchus tells him of how he died and became marooned on Earth, forever travelling from place to place. I haven\u2019t read much Kafka but The Trial<\/em> and Metamorphosis<\/em> were also about people trapped in existential situations: is this a theme?<\/p>\n
\nHe could read the thoughts of the men quite clearly as they headed for him. Outrage, fear and disgust blended in him and somehow turned inside-out and one of the men was dead on the dry ground, grasshoppers vaulting onto his flannel shirt, the others backing away, frightened now, not frightening.
\nHe wasn\u2019t hungry anymore; he felt quite comfortable and satisfied. He got up and headed for the other men, who ran. The rearmost of them was thinking <\/em>Jeez he folded up the evil eye we was only gonna\u2014
\nAgain the boy let the thoughts flow into his head and again he flipped his own thoughts around them; it was quite easy to do. It was different\u2014this man\u2019s terror from the other\u2019s lustful anticipation. But both had their points. . . .<\/em> p.56<\/p>\n
\nFor the most part this reads like one of those strange, perplexing stories you would find in the editor\u2019s later Orbit<\/em> anthologies but this one actually has a hoary explanation that explains the situation, to its detriment. Twenty years later you would have been left scratching your head and probably the better for it.
\nWow<\/em><\/strong> by William B. Seabrook (The Smart Set<\/em>, January 1921) is a fable about a Chinese Emperor who abolishes the use of language, permitting only the sound \u2018Wow\u2019 to be used. This is a nice idea but the ending is poor.<\/p>\n
\nIt is a vivid fantasy about a ne\u2019er do well called Liane the Wayfarer who has found a circlet of wrought bronze that lets the user slip from reality to a dark space, as he demonstrates to a Twk-man he encounters:<\/p>\n
\nLiane called sharply, \u201cHere, sir! Here, sir!\u201d
\nThe Twk-man perched his mount on a twig. \u201cWell, Liane, what do you wish?\u201d
\n\u201cWatch now, and remember what you see.\u201d Liane pulled the ring over his head, dropped it to his feet, lifted it back. He looked up to the Twk-man, who was chewing a leaf. \u201cAnd what did you see?\u201d
\n\u201cI saw Liane vanish from mortal sight\u2014except for the red curled toes of his sandals. All else was as air.\u201d
\n\u201cHa!\u201d cried Liane. \u201cThink of it! Have you ever seen the like?\u201d
\nThe Twk-man asked carelessly, \u201cDo you have salt? I would have salt.\u201d
\nLiane cut his exultations short, eyed the Twk-man closely.
\n\u201cWhat news do you bring me?\u201d
\n\u201cThree erbs killed Florejin the Dream-builder, and burst all his bubbles. The air above the manse was colored for many minutes with the flitting fragments.\u201d
\n\u201cA gram.\u201d
\n\u201cLord Kandive the Golden has built a barge of carven mo-wood ten lengths high, and it floats on the River Scaum for the Regatta, full of treasure.\u201d
\n\u201cTwo grams.\u201d
\n\u201cA golden witch named Lith has come to live on Thamber Meadow. She is quiet and very beautiful.\u201d
\n\u201cThree grams.\u201d
\n\u201cEnough,\u201d said the Twk-man, and leaned forward to watch while Liane weighed out the salt in a tiny balance. He packed it in small panniers hanging on each side of the ribbed thorax, then twitched the insect into the air and flicked off through the forest vaults.<\/em> p.118-119<\/p>\n
\nThere are similarities here to Green Magic<\/em> (F&SF<\/em>, June 1963)3<\/sup> and, although not as good as that piece, it is the best story here after the Kornbluth.<\/p>\n
\nThe written non-fiction is thin on the ground and, apart from Knight\u2019s review column, is mostly trivial stuff. Contributors…<\/em><\/strong> comprises of brief author biographical notes. Science Briefs<\/em><\/strong> comprises of three separate paragraphs of science facts. In The Next Issue<\/em><\/strong> promises stories by Ford McCormack, Judith Merril and Cleve Cartmill and also has this:<\/p>\n
\nThe Dissecting Table<\/em><\/strong> by Damon Knight is a book review column that covers half a dozen works by various authors including Festus Pragnell , Theodore Sturgeon, William Gray Beyer, L. Sprague de Camp & Fletcher Pratt, and Nelson S. Bond amongst others.
\nKnight was never a great fan of A. E. van Vogt but has this to say about The House That Stood Still<\/em>:<\/p>\n
\nUncharacteristically, all the threads in this story have been satisfactorily tied up; and the suspense is kept at a high level. Recommended.<\/em> p.114-115<\/p>\n
\nThroughout the book the assumption is implicit that the reader will accept each statement as true for the time being until the argument is complete and the validity of the whole can be tested. The force of these reiterated confident statements, coupled with the suggestion of acceptance-on-faith, is very strong. But the matter of proof, when you have finished the book, is still deferred to the author\u2019s integrity and to your own experiments with dianetic technique.
\nNew therapies are ordinarily not publicized or put into general practice without prolonged checking by qualified independent experimenters. Since dianetics has by-passed this procedure, the reader experiments at his own grave risk.<\/em> p.116<\/p>\n
\nEditorial: Science-Fantasy Fiction<\/em><\/strong> by Damon Knight is a short piece with a debateable contention:<\/p>\n
\nFor years these two branches of the field have been considered as separate, but the old standards no longer apply: a fusion has taken place. The \u201cpure\u201d sciencefiction story is almost nonexistent; it has acquired the flavor and the freedom of fantasy. \u201cPure\u201d fantasy is equally doomed by the new attitudes and knowledge that science has introduced; but at the same time the principles of science-fiction writing have given it new life.
\nThe hybrid (and if you doubt that it exists, read C. M. Kornbluth\u2019s <\/em>The Mindworm, in this issue!) is as strongly alive as any form of modern fiction. It\u2019s our aim to do everything possible to strengthen it further and to aid its growth.
\nYou won\u2019t find \u201cwiring-diagram\u201d science-fiction stories here, or Gothic horror-fantasy either. But the whole field in between is our meat\u2014and, we hope, yours, too.<\/em> ibc<\/p>\n\n
\n\u201cI was tired of Popular again [Knight was dissatisfied with his job as assistant to Ejler Jakobsson on Super-Science Stories<\/em>], and wished I had my own science fiction magazine to edit. I asked Fred Pohl if he knew of any publisher who might be interested; he suggested I try Alex Hillman of Hillman Publications. I sent Hillman written proposal and was called in for an interview. Hillman who looked something like Charles Coburn, hired me in ten minutes. When he asked about salary, I said I was getting $75 at Popular (an exaggeration) but would like to do better than that; we settled on $85 a week, the most I had ever earned in my life. I paid off some debts and bought two new suits for the first time in my life. I had never owned more than one suit, mostly second-hand, before.
\nI wanted to call the magazine Science-Fantasy<\/em>, but the firm\u2019s lawyers, after a haphazard search, advised against because both words were in use in the titles of other magazines. We finally settled on Worlds Beyond<\/em>, swiped from the title of a symposium edited by Lloyd Arthur Eshback, Of Worlds Beyond<\/em>. My handshake agreement with Hillman was so hasty that I discovered afterward I didn\u2019t even know if the magazine was to be a monthly. I was too green to ask for a contract guaranteeing a minimum number of issues, or to settle details of production and format. Hillman was leaving on a vacation, and told me to have a cover ready for him when he got back.
\nFred, now an agent, laughed with delighted disbelief when I told him I had sold Hillman the magazine. I bought several stories for the first issue from his clients, and one or two others from Meredith. From a young writer named Richard Matheson, then almost unknown, I bought a story called \u2018Clothes Make the Man,\u2019 a deft little satire about a suit of clothes that takes over its owner\u2019s personality. This was the story I chose to illustrate on the cover. I called in an artist named Herman Bischoff and gave him the commission; he turned out a fine spooky painting of an empty suit of clothes waving its arms at a startled girl. When he came back, Hillman rejected the painting and would not be dissuaded, even though a vice-president took my side. I discovered that I had only thought I had authority to order the painting made; what Hillman had meant was for me to get a sketch made for his approval. Bischoff was never paid. I turned to Paul Calle, who I knew had a painting that had been turned down by Popular, and we bought it for $100.
\nThe atmosphere at Hillman Publications was utterly unlike that at Popular. I had an office to myself for a week or two, then was put in with the staff of Hillman\u2019s fact detective magazines, headed by an irascible, popeyed man whose name I have forgotten. Every editor seemed alone at his little desk, even though several of us worked in the same room. There was no camaraderie and no fraternization. Meeting Hillman in the hall was an unnerving experience. Smoking a cigar, he lumbered down the hall staring straight ahead, hands clasped behind his back. When I said good morning, he continued to stare and lumber. (I used him as the Boss of Colorado in my novel A for Anything<\/em>.)
\nI had the tiniest of budgets, but since I was using about half reprint material I could afford to pay the going rate for new stories. Fred sent me an elegant satire by Phil Klass which I retitled \u2018Null-P\u2019. I got stories from Poul Anderson, Fred Brown and Mack Reynolds, John Christopher and others. I wrote a book review department, which I called \u2018The Dissecting Table\u2019.
\nThe first issue appeared, with a dumb headline sticker contrived by one of Hillman\u2019s lieutenants (something about flying saucer men). It was printed on the poorest grade of newsprint I had ever seen, worse even than Lowndes\u2019s magazines. When the first sales report came in three weeks later, it was so bad that Hillman cancelled the project at once. Two more issues were in preparation by then and appeared. The cover for the fourth had been painted. The firm did not want to pay the artist for this, either, but this time I stood by him (his sketch had been approved), and he got his money.\u201d p.126-128<\/li>\n![\"wb195012intx600\"](\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/sfmagazines.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/11\/WB195012intx600.jpg?resize=404%2C600&ssl=1\")
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