Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 65 — page 102: what you’re looking at

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

The Room by GRAHAM WINSLOW ILL SIMMONS, SPECIAL IN- Becstizator for the Post, examined the plate out- side No. 496 Coral Avenue. GREGORY PHILLMAN, D.SC., PH.D., Auric Analysis Ex- pert, Environmental Objectivator. Fundamental Reality Revealed. By Appointment. The usual crank, Bill thought,- but those letters— genuine? He rang the bell and entered. A smart receptionist greeted him: “Good morning, sir. You wish to see Dr. Phillman.” Bill nodded. The girl hesitated. “Sorry, he’s busy.” “IT can wait,’ Bill said crisply. ‘It’s important.” Half an hour had gone when the peace of the waiting room was disturbed by the hoarse shouts of an angry man. Bill listened attentively. “Tl see my lawyer,” the 101 voice roared. ““You won’t get away with this, Phillman. [ll put you out of business. Pil...’ The voice died away; there were footsteps. Bill peeped from behind plush curtains. Surprise! Dudley Bernard, one of the biggest men in town, and was his face purple! Bill’s eyes glistened. He stood erect and scratched his bristly chin. Might be a story after all, he told himself. He was shown into the consulting room. “Good ‘morning, Dr. Phillman,” he said. The doctor was mopping his head, bringing into view the bald patch previously hidden by a few strategic hairs. “Er... good morning, MEE 56 Sa “Simmons. Bill Simmons.” “Oh, yes, forgive me—lI’ve had a difficult and upsetting patient. What’s your trouble?” comicloooks.com