Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 48 — page 111: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION - On this present morning, however, Mr. Smith surveyed his tray and his eyes widened with shock and_ pleasure. There in its place reposed a large silver jug... of cream! Mr. Smith could hardly believe his eyes. Hastily he tipped the jug generously over the waiting cup. With trembling hands he lifted it to his lips, inhaling the rich bouquet... A large plastic hand gently insinuated itself between mouth and cup and lifted it out of his reach. Mr. Smith went a little mad. Nearly weeping with rage and frustration, as the pre- cious liquid gurgled down the drain, he threw himself on the monstrosity, kicking and pummelling the — servilely smiling, chrome-plated Servo. His frenzy abating, and. nothing accomplished but sore toes and _ barked knuckles, he grabbed for his hat (which Servo neatly placed on his head), for his brief-case (which he found being tucked under his arm) and started for the door, 110 which was being opened for him by Servo, smiling his eager smile. - The rest of the day went as badly as the beginning. The morning was taken up by one of the interminable confer- ences which he despised, and accomplished precisely as little as they always did. His emotional upset of the morn- ing prevented his eating more ~ than a spartan lunch of milk and crackers; and in the ‘afternoon he made a bad error in his calculations which was duly pointed out to him by a carefully unsmiling sub- ordinate. ° Wearily that evening, he dragged up the stairs to his door, which was _ instantly opened by the smiling Servo, his briefcase whisked from under his arm, his hat placed on the hat-tree, his cigarette lit, his slippers placed on his feet and the paper handed to him open at the chess prob- lem. Angrily he rustled it over to the financial page which comiclooks.conn