Authentic Science Fiction, December 1951 — page 77: what you’re looking at

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

THE MOON IS HEAVEN 75 ‘‘H’m,”’ says Atah. ‘‘ Wouldn’t it be good enough for you to be just a kind of handywoman, lending your excellent services wherever needed?” ‘That would be just fine! Then, when my children ask me what I did on the Moon, I shall be able to tell them that I was a handywoman. Puff out my chest and tell that T lent excellent service where necessary. Holding a hammer here, carrying a cadmium rod there.”’ “‘ Well,’’ begins Atah, with one of his rare flashes of wit, “if I’d known you’d got some children, I’d never have let you come. How many, by the way?”’ Reina’s caught off guard and blushes, She looks wonder- ful. ‘‘ Nevet mind the jokes,’”’ she laughs. ‘“‘ What am I going to do?”’ ‘‘T have it!’’ Clavier exclaims. ‘“‘ A beautiful job. And very important. The compressor, he is pumping the hydro- gen into a small tank. What we need now is a pipe running from the compressor to the fuel tank in the rocket up there. Reina can build it! Hoy, hoy!’’ For a moment everyone is rather taken aback by his enthusiasm and his terminal ejaculation. Then it sinks in. He wants Reina to fix up a pipe so that the compressor can pump the separated and liquified hydrogen straight into the rocket’s fuel tank. ‘‘Can you do that, Reina?’’ Atah asks, giving her a tilt- headed look. “‘_T don’t know. But if Clavier tells me how, I’ll have a jolly good try.” “It sounds a good idea. Go ahead with it,’’ says Atah. “ Right. away?’’ Clavier asks excitedly. He’s rearing to go. . ‘“No,’”’ Atah says. ‘‘ Not right away. I suggest we all have a few hours’ sleep again. We’ve got to keep an eye on our rest, you know. There’s no sense in tiring ourselves out.’” ; The rest of you except Clavier agree, and the general comicbooks.com