Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 67 — page 151: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION warnings, contemptuous of our might... .” The train stopped, the last time before New York. The reader got up and folded the paper and handed it to Billy. It was Mr. Dirim! Small and brown and neat. His face, his face, his face! But in a brown suit and a white shirt, a snap brim hat and bow tie. He smiled and said: “Like to look at the paper, sonny?” Then he walked down the car and away with all the others. Billy shrieked and stamped to his feet, while the passen- gers gazed in alarm. “Get up, get up!’ he howled at Joe. ““That’s the man, that’s the man we told you about!” Fear and anger surged within him. He was a dupe, a stooge for these people. He was a loyal American! He was dancing and waving and tugging. “It was him, Sam, it was him, him, him!”’ “Huh?” Joe found himself pulled to his feet. He was not very amused. “That’s the man! Look, 150 here’s the paper he gave me! It’s proof, proof!” Dancing with excitement, he pulled Joe along the aisle and to the door before the be- mused cop could fully realise what was going on. They stood and looked out on the depot. “There he goes, there he goes!’ squealed Billy, while in the seat Sam and Al strained to see. Joe was suddenly angry. “Reckon we need an alienist © in this, too!’ he snarled. ‘‘Here, gimme that!” He grabbed the evidence, took one look at it, and roared with anger. *““All over some Yiddisher paper!’? He jerked Billy’s arm as he pounded the paper into a ball and threw it away. As the train started, Billy allowed himself to be led back to his seat, trembling. He avoided Sam’s gaze. He, who thought the Dirimi were his, was now theirs. The horror of it was beyond reason. New York next stop. Now he was quite sure that he would escape there. It seemed inevitable. comicloooks.com