Avon Fantasy Reader No. 14 — page 90: what you’re looking at

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dough. At the end of the first twenty-four hours, the oldest of the Yeast Men, who had been shot from the five hundred guns, were nearly four feet high. The woods and fields of Eupenia bordering on Moronia were dotted with the peculiar creatures. The statement made by Mr. Billings that he would be able to manufacture them by the billions never materialized. The machines worked more slowly than he had anticipated. It was also seen that a large nuinber of Yeast Men were caught in trees and ravines and were unable to continue their march, Yet a suflicient number reached the smooth highways and level pastures to do everything that was required of them. Also the work was facilitated later in the campaign by mounting the guns in airplanes and literally showering _the towns with the little fellows. This, however, was not attempted till it was seen that the morale of the Eupenians was completely destroyed. During the entire campaign not a single Moronian died of injuries incident to wartare, though time and again many of them fell exhausted from lack of sleep. The radium workers not only received painful burns but were affected for several years as the result of the prolonged exposure to the mysterious emanations from the weird element. These, however, were but slight horrors of war compared with what might have happened had the Eupentan attack found the Moronians in their previous defenseless condition. During September, 19—, all had been active in the kingdom dominated by Premier Plautz, who was the real ruler of Eupenia, in place of the feeble- minded King. All branches of the army, including the aviation section, had been mobilized. Fifty thousand trained and well-armed men were in camp ready to begin the destruction of the little mountainous kingdom of Moronia. The attack was timed to begin on the first of October. Premier Plautz no longer was content with his usual statement that Moronia must be destroyed. [le was now saying that the time had come for the actual work of destruction to begin. An interesting fact was that the escape of Colonel Van Dort and his wdmission into Moronia as a place of refuge was to be made the actual causa felti, On the thirtieth of September his surrender was to be demanded within twenty-four hours. If it were not conceded, the Eupenian army would at once advance. If the demand were complied with, the army would advance any- way. Moronia, as far as Premier Plautz was concerned, had to be destroyed. A broad highway connected the capital cities of the two kingdoms. This was the road used by Van Dort in his dramatic flight for safety. It was here at the border that he had crashed through the barricade. At this point, the Fupenian border guard was commanded by Lieutenant Kraut, and under him was a company of ninety privates and non-commissioned officers. On the eve- ning of the nineteenth of September, the Lieutenant was writing his daily report and wishing something would happen to relieve the deadly monotony of routine. Just as he had finished this report and was signing it, a sentry rushed in and stated that a number of peculiar looking naked men were at the boundry gate trying to enter the country. Suspecting a trap, the Lieutenant at once called his entire force to arms and personally investigated the matter. When he approached the barricade, he was astonished to see a uumber of 88 comicloooks.com