Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 46 — page 98: what you’re looking at

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OUTSIDE—LOOKING IN thought, there was “‘I’’, doing what I used to do on a Wednesday—filling in his Pool coupon. I waited while he did the preliminary form finding, then as he picked up his pen to enter the results on his coupon, I took a deep breath and stepped forward. Football’s my hobby, and I can tell you, off-hand, most of the present season’s results, to date,so... His pen hovered over the Treble Chance section. No. 1, Aston Villa. But they won at home that week. He, natur- ally not knowing this, was all set to put a big fat O by the side of them when I took over. *“No!”? I yelled. 4...4...4.” A strange look came into his eyes, and he hesitated. SEOUL ooo Sy ae & + ow VOU clot,” I yelled, and had ‘the satisfaction of seeing him put Charlton down for a draw. I went all through the list with him and when [ left, with a lovely sore throat, he was £75,000 better off, though he didn’t know it yet. There were only eight draws that week, and he had ’em all. He’s got a nice little self- contained flat now. Regents 97 *““Number - Park way, and he doesn’t work at P.P. any more. He’s been in the papers, too, as The Man who did it twice. Yep, two weeks running I gave him an all-correct, and was going to give him another, but the damn’ fool went and joined an Amateur Dramatic Society. The one that Browneyes goes to. Tonight is Thursday, Feb- ruary 25th, 1954. The Night. June and I are in the Doc’s house, along with the two “‘observers.”’ I was laughing to myself coming across for, while he is Browneyes’ “‘regu- lar,’ Thursday being Drama- tics night, neither of them should be in. Mug, however, has acold or something, and has decided to stay home with the Doc, while Browneyes goes acting alone: So there we are. There’s nothing I can do now except keep my fingers crossed and hope for the best. If he doesn’t take the rubber mat with him, I’ve got a chance, but if he does... The Doc has just pointed to Jimmy-boy, the cat. Here it comes. “Come and see it, Doc. They leave the room... * says the comicloooks.com