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Title: This is Klon Calling

Author: Walt Sheldon

Release Date: May 24, 2009 [EBook #28954]

Language: English

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_When last heard from, Captain Sheldon was preparing to return to
Japan--on the not unreasonable claim that the Island Empire was the
only place where he was able to write undisturbed. Considering this
two-time Air Force officer's output, however--ranging from
upper-bracket love and auto-racing tales to a brilliant new novel,
TROUBLING OF A STAR, that has won major bookclub distribution, and
including scores of fine science fiction stories--we wonder whether
this peripatetic author may not be planning to flood all markets.
Not a bad idea._

this
is
klon
calling

_by ... Walt Sheldon_

One sure way to live dangerously is to become a practical joker.
Should you have any doubts about it you might ask Professor Dane.

You didn't have to be a potential Einstein to take Professor Dane's
course. For one thing you got a few easy credits and for another you
were entertained--without letup--by Professor Lyman Dane's celebrated
wit.

Take the time he was illustrating terminal velocity. He jumped out of
the open third story window, horrifying the class, until they learned
he'd rigged a canvas life net on the floor below. Or the time he let a
mouse loose among the female students to illustrate chain reaction. Or
the afternoon he played boogie-woogie on the Huyler Memorial Carillon.

"The absorption of knowledge," he used to say, "increases in direct
proportion to the sense of humor--the belly laugh, measured in decibels,
being constant."

He could say a thing like that and make it sound funnier than anybody
else could. It was partly the way he looked--tall and mournful and sly,
with wispy hair that had once been blond, drooping like a tired willow
over his forehead.

But for all his vaudeville ta