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Editor, John W. Campbell Jr.<\/p>\n

Something from Jupiter<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 novelette by Raymond Z. Gallun [as by Dow Elstar] \u2217\u2217<\/strong>
\nFlight of the Dawn Star<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 short story by Robert Moore Williams \u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>
\nThe Master Shall Not Die!<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 novelette by R. DeWitt Miller \u2217<\/strong>
\nDuel in the Space Lanes<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 short story by William C. Beckett –
\nJason Sows Again<\/em><\/strong> (Part 1 of 2) \u2022 novella serial by Arthur J. Burks –
\nWings of the Storm<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 short story by Manly Wade Wellman \u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>
\nMartyrs Don\u2019t Mind Dying<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 short story by John Victor Peterson –
\nVibratory <\/em><\/strong>\u2022 short story by Nelson Tremaine [as by Warner Van Lorne] \u2217<\/strong>
\nFlareback <\/em><\/strong>\u2022 short story by Kent Casey \u2217<\/strong>
\nEye of the Past<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 novelette by Otto Binder [as by Eando Binder] –<\/p>\n

Cover<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 by H. W. Wesso
\nInterior artwork<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 by H. W. Wesso (4), Charles Schneeman (4), Jack Binder (3), Elliott Dold, Jr. (3)
\nIn Times to Come<\/em><\/strong>
\nScience-Fiction<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 editorial by John W. Campbell, Jr.
\nPower Plants of Tomorrow: Putting the Moon on the Job<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 science essay by Willy Ley
\nScience Discussions<\/em><\/strong>
\nBrass Tacks<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 letters
\nHeavy Elements are not Necessarily Inert<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 science filler<\/p>\n

The major change this issue is a significant change of title, from Astounding Stories<\/em> to Astounding Science-Fiction<\/em>.1<\/sup> There is an accompanying editorial, Science-Fiction<\/em><\/strong>, where Campbell gives his reasons for the change, before continuing with missionary zeal:<\/p>\n

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Something from Jupiter<\/em><\/strong> by Raymond Z. Gallun has a lot happening in its first few pages. Gregory Cross lives on an Earth suffering from an\u00a0overactive sun and, meantime, has been communicating by Morse code with aliens on Jupiter, hoping to get their help. A spherical spaceship arrives and splits open to receive him. He feels compelled to enter, and is soon on his way.<\/p>\n

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After his arrival on Jupiter Cross wakes up in different chamber, and rubs the frost on the inside of the window\u2014his skin has changed colour and the frost feels hot\u2014and sees an alien outside. They communicate by Morse and Cross learns the Jovians have changed the biochemistry of his body so he can survive on the planet. He is taken out of the chamber and through a transparent tunnel to another part of their city:<\/p>\n

Confronted thus by the vivid reality of the giant planet\u2019s eternal, raging holocaust, Greg almost forgot his present position. He could see little through that blinding maelstrom, it was true; but from that little, one could still construct a mental picture that was more complete.
\nWind. Lightning. Rain. Rain of liquefied ammonia, it must be. Greg could not smell its acrid pungence; but this, he decided, was natural. The sensitivity of his olfactory nerves had been changed, along with his flesh. On Earth, the water vapor in the air is almost odorless, too, as a result of human conditioning to its constant presence.
\nThe rain thumped against the clear roof of the tunnel with the maddening roar of an avalanche. It was reddish, mucky rain, filled, no doubt, with the powdered ejecta of volcanoes. Not hot volcanoes such as existed on Earth, for Jupiter must be cold almost to the core. This vast world was composed largely of gases. The great cloud from which it had been formed, torn from the Sun by the passage of another star, had contracted slowly because of its low density.
\nCold, however, does not deny the possibility of violent physical and chemical changes. On Jupiter there was still heat enough to produce tremendous explosive forces. Differences of high pressure in the vast atmosphere still could create winds that hurtled along at speeds of hundreds, even thousands of miles an hour. And deep in this planet\u2019s solid core there was still warmth enough to change liquid ammonia to gas, creating pressure that could move masses of rock huger than the Earth. Thus Jupiter must still have belching volcanoes, erupting not molten lava and steam, but cold, speeding vapors, and the muck of silicious dust. p. 12-13<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Cross doesn\u2019t have time to contemplate the Jovian landscape for much longer, or the huge chamber the tunnel debouches into. He is taken to a spherical room, and watches a screen which shows the chamber he is in (as well as two others) take off and go to Ganymede.
\nWhen they get to the satellite, Cross sees a transformed Jovian disembark. Cross learns that Ganymede was the Jovians\u2019 original home but, when the sun cooled ages ago, they had to change their form and go to Jupiter. When the sun resumed its former activity they could not return\u00a0as they had lost the secret of the change technology\u2014hence Cross\u2019s presence: the study of his biology taught them what they needed to know. Cross asks if they will help Earth and, when he does not receive an answer, plots to steal their ship.
\nLater, Cross is taken by a Jovian for conversion\u00a0back to his original form so he can disembark on Ganymede, but he escapes and hides on the ship. He destroys a robot and gains access to the control room.
\nHe learns to fly the ship, and sets off for Earth. En route there are various struggles with another robot onboard until he is converted back to human form and put on a smaller vessel. It leaves the mother ship, which is moving too fast to land on Earth and crashes into the moon and blows it to smithereens. The rubble will end up orbit around Earth and shelter it from the sun\u2019s heat. The story ends with a message of friendship from the Jovians.
\nThis story is, as you can probably tell from the synopsis, a bit unlikely, but it moves along with a certain superscience verve and the aliens and the descriptions of Jupiter are quite well done.<\/p>\n

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The highlight of the issue is Flight of the Dawn Star<\/em><\/strong> by Robert Moore Williams.2<\/sup> In this one a pair of spacemen land on a planet after accidentally passing through a warp. They leave their spaceship and see a deserted futuristic city. Later they hear voices, a find a group of people who seem like teenage youths but are in fact near-immortals.
\nThe two spacemen try to adjust to their hosts\u2019 pastoral existence but, when they find out one of the immortals can\u00a0help them, they decide they want to return to Earth. They go to a room with a machine that simulates all the planets in the universe. After synchronizing the machine to the Earthman\u2019s time, Nard searches for Earth but is unsuccessful. He quizzes the pair again as to the characteristics of Earth. After making an adjustment he eventually finds the Earthmen\u2019s solar system. He then breaks the news that (spoiler) they can never go home as they are already on Earth, but a million years in the future. They have passed through a time warp, not a spatial one.
\nThe synopsis of this probably makes it sound rather ho-hum, but it is a well-written mood piece.<\/p>\n

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The Master Shall Not Die!<\/em><\/strong> by R. DeWitt Miller3<\/sup> starts with the eponymous Master contemplating his longevity (he has lived a thousand years), and the ennui that has begun to afflict him. We then find out that he is in charge of the world, assisted by the body of scientists under him (although limited political autonomy allowed to the populace). The reason he has to serve as the world\u2019s Master is because a normal lifespan is too short to absorb the amount of knowledge required to run the system.
\nWe later discover he has extended his life is by receiving complete blood transfusions from a young donor every thirty years (there is a lot of waffle about new and old blood, and associated ageing processes which was most likely nonsense at the time). The Master rejuvenates after the new blood; if the young donor receives the old blood they die.
\nThe rest of the story concerns his interaction with Barrett Norgard, his prospective donor. The Master reveals to Norgard that, unknown to anyone else, all the other donors are in suspended animation along with jars of his old blood. The Master also reveals that he believes that he has discovered how to turn old blood into new (more gobbledygook).
\nComplications arise when the Master finds that the rat he has experimented on has died, and he decides he has had enough; Norgard tells him he must go on for the sake of humanity. A scuffle ensues, and the Master is knocked unconscious.<\/p>\n

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For all that the politics and science of this one are ridiculous, Miller does a good, if sometimes ponderous job of telling the story, and produces quite a good ending (spoiler: Norbert completes the Master\u2019s rejuvenation process, potentially sacrificing himself. When the Master wakes he nonetheless decides to kill himself, but his mind is changed by a note left by Norbert telling him that he owes it to humanity to continue his search for a cure, referring to an earlier conversation about the \u201cfocal length of his mental lens\u201d: a reference to taking the longer view. If it wasn\u2019t for the dodgy science I would have rated this one higher.<\/p>\n

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Duel in the Space Lanes<\/em><\/strong> by one-shot wonder William C. Beckett is an awful story about one spaceman betraying another to aliens, and \u201cemanations\u201d from Jupiter. It is full of writing like this:<\/p>\n

Thorp grasped a heavily armored cable, inserted its triple-pronged plug into a receptacle on a shining new panel above the instrument board. Plunging shut a switch, he watched as the frequency poured into the outer shell built up.
\n\u201cIf the equations are correct,\u201d he mused, \u201cthe electromagnetic wave of the seventeenth octave should neutralize the emanation by interference. If it doesn\u2019t\u2014good-by, Theodore!\u201d p. 62<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

One that escaped from the slushpile.<\/p>\n

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Next is the first half of a novella by Arthur J. Burks, Jason Sows Again<\/em><\/strong>.4<\/sup> This story has America attacked by the \u201cYellow Girdle\u201d, an unnamed Asian country. Fifty million soldiers launch a surprise attack in the American continent:<\/p>\n

They struck like thunderbolts of doom on a certain morning never to be forgotten. Monsters rose from the deep off the West Coast of North America, over against San Diego, and San Francisco, Portland, Seattle, Vancouver\u2014nor did the enemy care for a single instant that the attack on Vancouver automatically forced Great Britain into the holocaust. They gave no thought to Great Britain at all, for world conquest was their goal, and they would swallow all nations as they declared war, or whether they did or not.
\nGreat shells smashed into the coast cities. Sounds so great and dreadful the mind of man could not believe them\u2014sounds which drove the hearers instantly mad, so that they turned on one another and fought like dogs in the streets, until the vast projectiles fell among them, leaving only piles of bloody human clay where the mad ones had fought. p. 65-66<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

There are several pages of this generalised destruction to start (and many more throughout the story, all described in a portentous and distant third person voice) before a twenty-five-year-old becomes\u00a0a four star general and asks for a miracle from his Rockies redoubt.
\nThe miracle appears in the form of Jarl Harvey:<\/p>\n

Yet there would be a miracle, at that. It was even now moving up the mountainside, in the shape of a man with a small black box in his arms\u2014a thing that looked like a camera.
\nBut his hand, both of his hands, were hideous, for they had no fingers. And he must have been a man of great courage, for he tottered along on the stubs of his ankles, because his feet were gone.
\nAnd he couldn\u2019t see where he was going, because his eye-sockets were empty.
\nYet this caricature, this horror of a man, was the miracle for which a nation prayed\u2014 p. 70<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

This unlikely figure eventually manages to get to the Rockies stronghold (even more unlikely) with his superweapon. When they arrive the soldiers who rescued him leave him with his box\u2014although they haven\u2019t ascertained what the device is\u2014and happily send for the General to speak with him. Jarl writes out his messages in the sand using his stump (his tongue is missing as well).<\/p>\n

\u201cThe box must be guarded with all our lives until I have done my work! It is our salvation! It means defeat for the enemy!\u201d
\n[. . .]
\nMaybe I am your miracle. There is a way to find out. I must have a room to myself, immediately. I must have a box of any size, so long as it is bigger than six by three, and deeper than two feet, inside that room. The box must contain ration components\u2014300 pounds in all\u2014in any form obtainable\u2014meats, metals, condiments\u2014and must be made radioactive. Your chemists will know. And hold the enemy at all costs until I am ready. p. 76-77<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

The General tells his men to hop to it. To cut a long story short, the box creates a healthy copy of Jarl, who then organises a demonstration for the General\u2014just as the Yellow Girdle launch an attack on the Rockies. The General points out the flaw in Jarl\u2019s plan: to make a million equipped men would take 300 million pounds of raw material! Which they don\u2019t have.
\nThis is pretty awful, but is of minor interest for its depiction of total war. I assume at the time there was a fear of something much worse than WWI occurring if the world fell into conflict again (due to technological developments, and what was\u00a0seen in the Spanish Civil War, etc.).<\/p>\n

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Wings of the Storm<\/em><\/strong> by Manly Wade Wellman5<\/sup> starts with an elderly science teacher reading something in a child\u2019s essay that catches his attention:<\/p>\n

\u201cMany scientists believe that the smallest of the insects, such as the ants, are not aware of human beings near them. Human beings appear too big for ants to see or understand; they are like big shadows on the sky. When we step on an ant hill, it is like a hurricane to them, only harder for them to understand than for us to understand a hurricane.\u201d p.88<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

He initially dismisses this out of hand, but later the thought returns and he speculates that there may be a huge creature that causes storms and hurricanes. Before much longer he is experimenting with a substance that will increase his size (both H. G. Wells and Ray Cummings are explicitly referenced at this point) and he transforms himself into a two hundred mile high being:<\/p>\n

He gazed down at himself, and saw his naked body as it had always been, but misty, as though glimpsed through a light cloud of smoke. His hand, for instance, was recognizable in every crook and knob\u2014but its nails had no clarity of outline. When he touched his face, the tag of moustache felt artificial and amorphous, like a single piece of fabric instead of a close-grown strip of separate hairs. p. 93<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

When he nears the hurricane he sees the massive creature:<\/p>\n

What hovered between him and South America?
\nMogollon\u2019s first sensation was of looking an elephant in the face. There was a gray expanse that might have been the front of a smooth skull, with an earlike flap stirring gently to either side and a trailing proboscis at the bottom. Patently it was three-dimensional, and patently it was alive. Its bulk was as great as his own or even greater and\u2014relatively speaking\u2014it was as close as though on the opposite side of a wideish street. Mogollon narrowed his faulty eyes for a better view, and made out that the head had no body, was in fact a body in itself. What he had seen as ears were wings, or served as such. Wings of the storm\u2014the hymn had been right about it! And the trunk was rather a neck or throat, as thick at the base as his calf and rather smaller at the tip than his wrist. p. 94<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Battle commences.
\nIf you can swallow both these unlikely ideas\u2014the science teacher\u2019s size change and the hurricane monster\u2014there is some entertainment here.
\nA year or so later a story of this type would have appeared in Unknown<\/em>.<\/p>\n

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Martyrs Don\u2019t Mind Dying<\/em><\/strong> by John Victor Peterson is a breathless melodrama about a time-traveller called Duhamel, who vanishes in front of the worldwide viewing public and never returns. Several imitators come to grisly ends and further experimentation is banned.
\nThe story picks up with one of the students of Duhamel, Bara Lowndi (and sister of one of the failed travellers who died a particularly grisly death, legs left behind, etc.), who has built another machine. She and her boyfriend Russ are arguing about the risk to her life when he is called by an assistant who tells him a metal capsule has been found among fossils near the site of Duhamel\u2019s first attempt.
\nRuss jets over and telepathically receives the combination (never explained) to the capsule. Inside there is a note written in blood stating (spoiler) that he will return to Bara\u2019s lab, argue with her, lose his mind, and shoot her in the head. He will then go back in time, meet Duhamel, and bash in his skull while being shot in the lung.
\nRuss jets back to Bara\u2019s lab and it looks like this scenario will melodramatically play out:<\/p>\n

But the madness\u2014the stark, chilling insanity\u2014had conquered whatever there was of culture, refinement, and decency within him. He thrust her savagely from him. She struck against a sharp edge of the helix and he laughed jerkily at the cry of pain that came from her lips.
\n\u201cYou can\u2019t!\u201d he screamed. \u201cCan\u2019t\u2014wrong, utterly wrong! Time message\u2014must kill\u2014kill\u2014\u201d His pupils were dilated; he clawed the gun from its holster, aimed it at her white, terrified face\u2014\u201cKILL!\u201d p. 195<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

The assistant who discovered the capsule intervenes, however. He is the aged Duhamel and provides a \u2018many worlds\u2019 explanation as to how he managed to change the course of history in this one timestream.
\nAnother slush pile effort.<\/p>\n

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Vibratory <\/em><\/strong>by Nelson Tremaine6<\/sup> starts with yet another loner scientist, this one a professor who has created what appears a technologically advanced organ capable of producing very specific frequencies. Having discovered how to \u201cduplicate the vibrational chord of any object by mechanical means\u201d he moves it to a deserted factory to experiment further and, during one of the testing sessions, one of the supporting beams of the factory disappears. He goes to inspect the area:<\/p>\n

There was a hole in the foundation, as well as in the ceiling overhead. It was curved like a bowl and sunk about six feet below the surrounding level. The vibration in the pillar affected everything around it for a certain distance. The size of both openings were identical.
\nAs his gaze wandered up through the opening, he saw the blunt end of the hissing steel beam hanging from the second-story ceiling. It appeared as if it had been sheared off about the same distance above the top of the pillar in the first story as the depth of the opening in the foundation. There was vague unreality about the missing section, almost as if the empty space between the two openings was cloudy. As Ernest bent forward to peer closer at the hole in the floor, his head hit something solid!
\nIt threw him off his feet, as if he had been shoved back by some fast-moving object! His forehead was burned where it had made contact, and for a moment he couldn\u2019t see. p. 126<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

When his vision clears he can see that the beam is beginning to rematerialise and he sees there is a living creature in the pillar. He falls into unconsciousness. When he comes to he sees the creature is trapped:<\/p>\n

In the vibrational state the creature must have been more solid than the steel of the support. When the steel returned to the present form, by the elimination of vibration, the creature had come with it\u2014and was alive in the pillar!
\nIt was covered with thick hair, of a bronze hue, and wore no sign of clothing. He might have been an ape of the jungle, except that his hands were enormous\u2014with twelve fingers on the one which was free of the pillar. His foot had nine digits.
\nHis arm and leg seemed to be of about the same length, and were both long in proportion to his body. But his general proportions were similar to those of a man. He would stand about nine feet tall, and weigh about three hundred and fifty pounds.
\nThe light was poor, but Ernest was able to see that his face was smooth and very pink. Suddenly he realized that he was watching an intelligent creature. The thing was motioning for aid to escape from the imprisoning metal! p. 127-8<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

The last section (spoiler) has the professor bond with the creature (he builds a structure to support it while he works out how to release it, feeds it, etc.). He then fires up the machine again after leaving notes to say that he is off to the creature\u2019s world to support it in its recovery, and that his machine should not be used again until he returns, etc.
\nThe last half of this is the best of what is still a pretty creaky story (this is largely due to the dated \u2018lone inventor\u2019 and \u2018weird made-up science\u2019 vibes) and it takes a long time getting there.<\/p>\n

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Flareback <\/em><\/strong>by Kent Casey7<\/sup> is the first of four \u2018Dr von Theil and Sgt John West\u2019 stories. This origin story does not get off to a promising start with West, a college graduate and spaceman doing some pulp grumbling to himself:<\/p>\n

\u201cJust a space bum, that\u2019s what I am. And now that the lanes are closed for duration of the war even bums like me can\u2019t roam around. Free lance, huh! \u2018Aye, aye, Sir! Sergeant West reporting for orderly duty, Sir!\u2019 Phooey! I can\u2019t even get to the front, but have to stick around here running errands for Colonel Brumby, the old Miss Nancy! Sit here twiddling my thumbs and opening doors for whiskery little goats like that Dutchman who just came in. I\u2019ll bet I have to convoy him safe home and make sure no big, bad Uranians bite him after he\u2019s through chewing the fat with the Colonel. Wotta life, wotta life!\u201d p. 133<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

The Dutchman turns out to be Professor von Thiel, and West\u2019s colonel tells him to take him out in a ship and to obey his orders. The rest of the story (spoiler) has them vaporise an asteroid with an experimental device, and then go to a station on Mars to repair some minor damage to their ship. While they are on the planet a Uranian ship lands and steals the professor\u2019s device. West is knocked out during the first skirmish with the Uranians\u00a0and, when he comes to, Von Theil freely admits that he knew the Uranians\u00a0followed\u00a0them to Mars. Just as West is about to rough him up, the Uranians attempt to use the weapon on the pair but destroy their own ship instead\u2014as the professor expected.
\nThis isn\u2019t a particularly good story, but there are promising signs: there are passages of this that are quite lucid and concise (the\u00a0explanation of\u00a0how the device works mentions Dirac, and the creation of electron-positron pairs from space\u2014but see footnote 7) and there is an attempt at some complexity of plot. The \u2018buddy\u2019 relationship works reasonably well, too.<\/p>\n

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Eye of the Past<\/em><\/strong> by Otto Binder is the sixth or seventh story in the issue that has a lone inventor or scientist at the centre of it. This one starts with a prologue that details a twenty year war on Earth that is so devastating that Earth becomes a pacifist world. Then, of course, the aliens arrive and start razing all the major cities of Earth to the ground.
\nCut to our inventor, who is working on a machine to examine the insides of atoms to see into the past:<\/p>\n

The young scientist\u2019s voice became a sharp hiss. \u201cWithin the atoms of all the matter around us lie the records of the past, in the form of ether vibrations. An instrument that can reach down within the atom and translate those vibrations into visible light waves would make the past an open book. In plain words\u2014television of the past!\u201d
\nTanya, womanlike, tried to hide the deep admiration in her eyes as she looked at the man she loved.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

He eventually tracks down the inventor of an atomic ray device that was\u00a0destroyed, along with the creator\u2019s notes, after the twenty year war. Earth is saved.
\nThis is very poor, and I was surprised that this came from the writer who would produce I, Robot<\/em> (Amazing Stories<\/em>, January 1939) less than a year later.<\/p>\n

The Cover<\/em><\/strong> by H. W. Wesso, illustrates Gallun\u2019s story Something from Jupiter<\/em>. He also provides some of the\u00a0Interior artwork<\/em><\/strong> along with Schneeman, Binder and Dold. Schneeman and Dold provide the best of the illustrations for my money; Binder\u2019s aren\u2019t of the same quality as the other three and look quite dated.
\nIn Times to Come<\/em><\/strong> is, initially, In Times Present<\/em>, as it starts by mentioning that the Burks\u2019 serial in this issue arrived so late they couldn\u2019t announce it last issue. After that there is mention of a couple of science articles before the big news:<\/p>\n

Jack Williamson has submitted an outline for a story to be called \u201cThe Legion of Probability.\u201d It isn\u2019t finished, and I can\u2019t be certain until it is\u2014 but I think Williamson is going to be the author of our first new-concept mutant story. He\u2019s a corking good author under any circumstances, but he has a completely new concept to work on, and I\u2019m expecting another, really great serial from him. p. 4<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Power Plants of Tomorrow: Putting the Moon on the Job<\/em><\/strong> by Willy Ley is a fairly dull piece about using the seas as an alternative power source (tidal, temperature differential, etc.). It could do with more illustrations.
\nScience Discussions<\/em><\/strong>8<\/sup> leads off with a letter from \u2018Arthur McCann\u2019 (Campbell\u2019s science writer pseudonym) about lightweight magnesium alloys. The others are a decidedly cranky bunch (cranky-eccentric rather than the usual cranky-irritable) that includes stuff like this from George Trott, Bronx, NYC:<\/p>\n

Anthropologists do know that homo-sapiens have advanced very little if at all in the past five or six thousand years. So you can imagine how long it must have taken to evolve up to then. I am of the opinion that the Bible was not so far wrong in its story of the creation of man, that is, in so far as the length of time it took to form mankind. Let me explain myself; today, scientists are experimenting with the mutation of species, which mostly consists of subjecting the eggs or female lower forms of life to X-rays, ultraviolet rays, radium rays, etc. The offspring of the parents in many cases are totally different species. p. 114<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

In Brass Tacks<\/em><\/strong> a number of the letters address Campbell by name, including one from Mark Reinsberg, Chicago, Illinois, who says this about the January issue in the first of his two letters:<\/p>\n

The magazine shows the influence of its new editor a mile away.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

With this kind of comment, and various other mentions of the new editor, it\u2019s hard to see how you could say, as some do, that this is Campbell\u2019s \u2018first\u2019 issue. There are various story comments: Fearn\u2019s Red Heritage<\/em> gets a number of positive mentions, likewise Van Lorne\u2019s (Nelson Tremain\u2019s) Ormoly of Roonerion<\/em>.
\nHeavy Elements are not Necessarily Inert<\/em><\/strong>9<\/sup> is a half-page filler that starts off with some facts about uranium (denser than lead, reacts with water, etc.) before mentioning other metallic elements.<\/p>\n

A mediocre issue with a lot of pulp filler.\u00a0\u25cf<\/p>\n

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1. Alexi & Cory Panshin\u2019s The World Beyond the Hill<\/em> (Chapter 12) (Amazon UK<\/a>; ebook on iTunes<\/a>) has this comment about the title change:<\/p>\n

It was Campbell\u2019s intention to gradually shift the name of the magazine from Astounding<\/em> (which he didn\u2019t much care for, perhaps thinking it imitative of Amazing<\/em>\u2014which, we may remember, it had been) to the generic Science Fiction. He would be forestalled when, early in 1939, one of the many new SF pulps then springing up was named Science Fiction<\/em> first.
\nAnd still, Campbell had established a point. The first magazine to specifically present itself as science fiction\u2014using those words as part of its title\u2014was the Campbell Astounding<\/em>.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

In late 1946 the cover design changed (there had been previous alterations) to one that minimized the \u201cAstounding\u201d part of the title (and would until early 1953). This is the July 1949 cover:<\/p>\n

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The above (original image from Siren in the Night<\/a>) is also an example of one of the magazine\u2019s sober and occasional \u2018fact\u2019 covers.<\/p>\n

2. As ever, Fantasy Commentator<\/em> #59\/60 by A. Langley Searles and Sam Moskowitz (recommended, and available at Lulu.com<\/a>) has a number of letters from Campbell containing comments about these stories (with additional commentary from Sam Moskowitz). This is from his letter to Swisher of 11th<\/sup> November 1937:<\/p>\n

\u201cRobert Moore and Robert Moore Williams (\u2018Beyond That Curtain\u2019, Thrilling Wonder Stories. December. 1937) are the same guy\u2014and he\u2019s sent in one that I\u2019m taking that\u2019s a definite try at a Don A. Stuart style. The sunuvagun positively cribbed\u2014but did it delicately and very nicely. \u2018Flight of the Dawn Star\u2019, scheduled for February [. . .] Well told, but not new even for 1938.” p. 68<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Now you know what Campbell and I thought about the stories, here is the reader vote from the first\u00a0Analytical Laboratory<\/em> in the May issue (bottom of page):<\/p>\n

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3. Letter from Campbell to Swisher dated 11th<\/sup> February 1938 (Fantasy Commentator<\/em> #59\/60):<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2014Astounding\u2014are announcing to authors a new policy. Actually, strengthening an old one. Tremaine started, about 14 months ago, using more of the human interest type, definitely slanting toward human stories. The latest circulation figures show that we upped 30% in 12 months.
\n\u201cWe want more stories of the type of \u2018The Master Shall Not Die!\u2019 (by R. DeWitt Miller, March, 1938. This author [Moskowitz], while visiting Campbell in the Spring of 1938 was challenged to name one story in the entire history of science fiction better than Millers, so sold was Campbell on that story)\u2014 which I thought was darned good. I know you like heavy science, but you\u2019ll have to part with it this time, because the readers don\u2019t. I did notice you said it was an \u2018impressive\u2019 story, but gave it a blue rather than a gold. What was your reaction to the yarn? Why did it not merit a gold? (Despite Campbell\u2019s personal promotion of that story it was never anthologized. Its scientific premise, that a complete change of the blood from a young man to that of an old man could renew youth was known to be false at the time the story was written, but possibly not to Campbell.) p. 81<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

The novelette was later expanded, in collaboration with Anna Hunger, to a 38,000 word novella that was half of Ace Double D-162 (the other half was Jerry Sohl\u2019s The Mars Monopoly<\/em>):<\/p>\n

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P. Schyuler Miller had this to say about it in Astounding<\/em> (November 1956):<\/p>\n

This is about the low point in the series of double novels that have been coming from Ace recently. \u201cThe Mars Monopoly\u201d is a western transplanted to the future and to Mars, with villainous industrialists, heroic asteroid miners, misunderstood natives, and a least-suspected bad man. The Miller-Hunger effort is just another story about someone who keeps on living for the good of mankind, even though he has to slaughter a long series of young stalwarts to do it. I\u2019m growing allergic to books in which the chief character is The Master. I\u2019ll have to write one myself, to take the curse off and get a fresh point of view . . .<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Anthony Boucher had this in F&SF<\/em> (August 1955):<\/p>\n

D-162 is easy to skip: THE MAN WHO LIVED FOREVER, by R. DeWitt Miller and Anna Hunger, is a mildly amusing romantic melodrama of 3097 with no relation to science fiction, and Jerry Sohl\u2019s THE MARS MONOPOLY IS the ultimate example of labeling a routine western as s.f. because it is set on Mars. p. 108<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

The novella is available on Amazon<\/a>. I\u2019m not sure how many they are likely to have sold given the sample they send out has the complete text.<\/p>\n

4. Letter from Campbell to Swisher dated 16th<\/sup> December 1937 (Fantasy Commentator<\/em> #59\/60):<\/p>\n

\u201cA week ago Friday, I gave Arthur Burks the idea of a duplicator machine to duplicate the enemy General and so cause confusion. Told him we needed a two-part serial. Monday morning\u2014three days\u2014or daze\u2014later, he brought in \u2018Jason Sows Again\u2019, a very acceptable action story based on that, 30,000 words long. He hadn\u2019t fixed it so it\u2019d divide and hold interest, as I told him, in a letter sent Monday. Tuesday afternoon he showed up, said he\u2019d rewrite parts. Wednesday, he brought it in. Thursday, we paid him $450 for the finished, nicely-done yarn. He sorta pounds \u2018em out, kinda. But it\u2019s a good enough yarn, with at least a different slant on the duplication idea. And\u2014Arthur Burks\u2019 name on the magazine means something to the regular readers\u2014because they\u2019ve praised him quite a bit\u2014and it means a lot to people who never read Astounding<\/em>. Furthermore, for those readers it (the story) will be satisfying, because it is almost wholly straight adventure, with a rather weird twist, and a logical solution to a problem raised at the end of the first half. p. 75<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

5. Letter from Campbell to Swisher dated 7th<\/sup> February 1938 (Fantasy Commentator<\/em> #59\/60):<\/p>\n

\u201cPersonally, I\u2019d give \u2018Wings of the Storm\u2019 a blue for being nicely handled, and considered as a pure fantasy.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

6. Letter from Campbell to Swisher dated 7th<\/sup> February 1938 (Fantasy Commentator<\/em> #59\/60):<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2018Vibratory\u2019 was, I agree, very pinkish (by Warner Van Lorne, March, 1938). But ye Gods, they just don\u2019t send in enough blue stuff. It just makes me blue. We accept about one in 10 to 15\u2014but we gotta fill the mag. I\u2019d like to make the issues all outa stuff like \u2018The Master Shall Not Die,\u2019 \u2018Flareback,\u2019 etc., but there isn\u2019t that much. If I culled the stuff submitted for six months, picking all the blues submitted for one issue. I\u2019d have one super issue, and a bunch of tripe issues. I was lucky this time to get near half a point above average.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

7. Letter from Campbell to Swisher dated 7th<\/sup> February 1938 (Fantasy Commentator<\/em> #59\/60):<\/p>\n

\u201cI hadn\u2019t thought of the positron aspect for \u2018Flareback\u2019 and the [Nat Schachner] announcement. It (Kent Casey) is NOT Nat, however. The author is actually Capt. Kenneth Casey McIntosh, USN. retired of New Orleans. We have four yarns on hand\u2014bought two\u2014and they\u2019re all blues. He\u2019s got style, and his latest one, \u2018Good Old Brig!\u2019 shows definitely that Nat could never have been the author. He\u2019s got a space-navy scene that could have been written only by a military man. McIntosh has been writing for Atlantic. North American Review, and similar mags, plus some for the Navy magazine. He\u2019s got a son at Michigan who\u2019s supplying the science background. Son slips sometimes; he did in \u2018Flareback,\u2019 wherefore I went over it with some changes and modifications. Agreed that other energy forms could have done the same. I still think\u00a0positrons make it somewhat more interesting.\u201d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

. . . and more from a letter dated 28th<\/sup> February 1938 (Fantasy Commentator<\/em> #59\/60):<\/p>\n

\u201cYou might be interested to know how the check chart (March, 1938 issue) stands. \u2018Flashback\u2019 by Kent Casey stands two points in the lead of \u2018The Master Shall Not Die!\u2019 which leads its nearest competitor, \u2018Wings of the Storm\u2019 by five checks. \u201cBut \u2018Flashback\u2019 fascinates me. That\u2019s a first story of an absolute unknown, and everybody is piling on the bandwagon. \u2018Duel in the Space Lanes\u2019 (by William C. Beckett, March, 1938) which is almost the same plot, when you come to it, is getting as many goose-eggs as checks. But Casey\u2019s yarn is going over stronger than any other first-time story we\u2019ve published in 18 months.\u201d
\n[. . .]
\n(The positron material, taken from Swisher\u2019s article, was actually written in by Campbell, which probably influenced his enthusiasm for the story.) p. 82<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

I think the writer\u2019s name is actually Kenneth Chafee<\/u> McIntosh. There is a list of other (non-fiction) work at unz.com<\/a>. His ISFDB page is here<\/a>.<\/p>\n

8. Letter from Campbell to Swisher dated 7th<\/sup> February 1938 (Fantasy Commentator<\/em> #59\/60):<\/p>\n

\u201cThe letter department got shifted to the middle of the mag (March, 1938) because the advertising section was too darn long. I couldn\u2019t get enough material to fill all those half-pages, and I had to run a story back
\nthere. Thus, I had to put the letters in the middle. The front wouldn\u2019t do\u2014 that\u2019s much too valuable for display purposes (though Thrilling Wonder Stories used to break up the front of their book with reader\u2019s columns).<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

9. Letter from Campbell to Swisher dated 14th<\/sup> January 1938 (Fantasy Commentator<\/em> #59\/60):<\/p>\n

\u201cDue to the impositions of the advertising department. I had a swell time making the March (1938) issue fit together. I had to do some trickiness, which may be noticeable to the practiced reader. Including the writing of a filler (\u201cHeavy Elements are not Necessarily Inert\u2019). Astounding hadn\u2019t used fillers for a long time, but I had to this time. I may go so far as to reinstitute them. You know, brief paragraphs of supposed-to-be-interesting material.
\n[. . .]
\nThe present example of the \u2018genus fillersis\u2019 concerns the non-inertness of heavy metals. Witnesses called: uranium, radium, tungsten, etc. Also iridium is much more inert than the familiarly inert platinum. These facts introduced in the hope that authors will cease from pulling the unnecessary type of boner indulged in by (Jack) Williamson in \u2018Galactic Circle\u2019, (Astounding Stories, August, 1935), where they ate off of U plates.\u201d p. 76<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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