Authentic Science Fiction, December 1951 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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

CHAPTER TWO The Day Morning drums impatiently on your eyelids, making you blink and blink again. The sunlight hurtles through the window and splodges a yellow smear on the wall in a geometric pattern whose name you’ve forgotten. You close your eyes again momentarily. Then you reopen them as a loud clang rings through the air. With that kind of row going on you might as well wake up. _ You swing your legs ‘off the bed and as your feet tcuch the floor, it comes to you. This is the day! It runs through you like a shock and you think once again that those three weeks didn’t take long to pass. It almost seems that you went to bed last night with three weeks to go, and then woke up this morning to find it’s today after all. But, of course, it wasn’t like that at all. As you start pulling on your clothes, you start to think of all the things that have happened in those three weeks. Quite a few things. The first important one was when the London Circle turned up. Thirty happy faces, sixty willing hands to help with any kind of work that wanted doing. That was a great help and a great relief for everybody. There’d been plenty of rough jobs knocking around that had stayed that way ‘because Atah didn’t want to waste technical skill by detailing people to do them. It didn’t take the London Circle long to get things ship-shape, even to make several dozen trips on the mountain railway and dragging up their own food and a good bit more for everybody else. Great lads, they were. Yet the climax came when Sed 14 comicbooks.com