Astounding Science Fiction, British Edition — page 34: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

ee —~ QUIZ GAME By FRANK M. ROBINSON If the Aliens landed—a million mysteries might be solved. But—boil it all down; you have time for only one question. What's the question? << ener Illustrated by Dreany 33 wrar do they look like, Dad?” Jimmy asked. I finished spooning the gravy over the mashed potatoes and passed the plate down to him. “They’re a sort of light green,” I said. “Light green, with small scales, and they’re about the size of Spot.” Jimmy toyed with his vegetables for a moment. “Are they gonna conquer the world like the Martians on Captain Video?” From the look on his face I could tell that he didn’t consider the possibility a calamity. “No, Jimmy, they’re not going to conquer the Earth. They’re not an aggressive race,” 32 He made a small swimming pool out of his potatoes and solemnly floated a raft of peas on top of the gravy. “You must have been pretty excited when they landed, huh, Dad?’ “You just buckle right down to eating, young man,” Dot cut in, “and let the questions go until later. Your father’s had a hard day.” “You can’t expect people not to ask questions about it,” I said. “What does Mr. Pelloquin think about it?” she asked. Her face grew intent. ““What do you think?” — I helped myself to another slice of meat loaf and tried to keep the en- thusiasm out of my voice. “I don’t Conmicloooks Conn