Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 66 — page 31: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION with trembling fingers. I blinked at the date, holding the small print close to my weak eyes, then felt a sudden, tremendous surge of relief. The date on the paper was the 15th October, 1957. I had been born on the 23rd July, 1931. I was eighty-seven years old, and so had travelled back sixty-one years. But that wasn’t important. I had arrived with two months to spare. Strange how things have their own importance. I had worked continuously for fifty years to perfect the time shuttle, and my object was, to any other man, ludicrous. The discovery was important only to a few savants like © myself because, while objects could be sent back through time, the shuttle itself could not. It was strictly a one-way trip and that fact made the shuttle useless. Who would want to travel to an earlier age with no possibility of return? Who, other than a fool or a man obsessed? 30 I thought about it as [ walked slowly from the park and into the streets of the city. Slowly, because I was an old man and had long since lost the resiliency of youth. Around me ground cars, remembered from my boyhood, but now strange, snarled and roared along the laden roads. They frightened me a little, those cars. It would be so easy to have an accident, to be struck and injured and carried off to a hospital. Medical science had not yet learned the secrets of quick-healing, and such an accident could keep me help- less for months. And I had no time to spare. I entered a cafe and ordered coffee, paying for it with some of the old currency which [I had taken so much trouble to collect. I sat and sipped at the brew and stared through the windows at the street outside. The scene was familiar and, at the same time, strange. The buildings were as I remembered them, but dirtier by far than I had imagined. comiclooks.com