Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 56 — page 102: what you’re looking at

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He had to quit his job to get away from the dog which was trying to kill him! BRUTUS by GEORGE HOLT RV WV RV HV AY AY KY KV KV RY today. I’m not going to- morrow, either, or the next day, or the day after that. In fact I’m not going back to the job at all. I quit. Why? Well, I’ve got my reasons; good ones, too, they seem to me—Madge, that’s my wife— she’s run out of patience, but then she’s a woman and wouldn’t understand. Others might not think I’m acting smart either. To hell with them. I know when |’m well off. I work, worked that is, at the Cybernetics Institute. You know the place? It’s that big concrete and glass building | ional GO TO WORK 101 on the edge of town, and I’ve worked there for the past twenty years as a sort of glorified caretaker and man- of-all-trades. In fact I’ve worked there so long that the staff have forgotten that ’m just supposed to be the man who. fixes: the furnace and sweeps the floors. They took to asking me to clean up the labs and, on more than one occasion, they got me to consent to being tested for what they called “reflex in- dex.” I didn’t mind though. I’ve always said that just because a man is a caretaker don’t mean that he has to be dumb, too, and even though I can’t understand all the words they use, yet I’ve read comicloooks.com