Astounding Science Fiction, British Edition — page 4: what you’re looking at

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

ob TAA ei? bi, ofS Lom * AND A STAR By LEE CORREY A man works not for any com- modity—but for the great Intan-: gible: Satisfaction-as-he-sees-it, And for that, of course, any labor, any risk, is... “fun”! iltustrated by van Dongen [N every age, in every time, there have been those who are not content to settle down. They miss the kick of the wheel, the wail of the wind in the rigging, the exotic sights and smells of a harbor half across the world, the roar of engines cutting through the slipstream, and the powerful, body- shaking thunder of the jets . . . The pain was still etched in Rod Garver’s mind. It was really gone now, even though he thought he felt a slight tingle in the fingers of his left hand. But there was nothing there to tingle —only cold, gray metal which was lifeless except when his shoulder and arm muscles gave it movement. “Fits pretty well, doesn’t it?” “Yeah, but it’s going to take me a while to get used to it,” Garver re- plied, twitching his shoulder muscles and flexing the machined joints. “Thanks, Skipper.” Captain Tomaszewski smiled. ‘‘For- get it.” , “Forget it! It cost you plenty! Great Scott, the machine work is comparable to the stuff they do for pump bearings! You shouldn’t have done it, Tom; I'll never be able to repay you.” Comicbooksshcom