not meet monstrosities. They do, however,
meet people much like themselves who do not welcome the
travelers with open arms and show them about their city, but
regard them with curiosity and treat them with all due
respect for their achievement in conquering space.

As I said before, there is no hero who falls in love with
the beautiful girl from the planet visited, and saves her
and her country from other warring nations. To tell the
truth, the adventurers have their own loved ones at home.
They meet no intrigue. When they have learned all they
can--experiencing many difficulties in mastering the
language used, for the people of the planet have not
perfected a brain-copier or other like mechanism--they
arrange for commerce and travel between the two worlds and
return to Earth. On their return, they are not met with
world wide ovations and made heroes of, but receive credit
for their undertaking and are soon forgotten about.

To cap the climax, the story is acceptable to the Editors.
It is not in need of corrections and is published
immediately. The story is gratefully accepted by the public
and not one single soul writes a scathing letter to the
Editor telling why it was not good. In fact, I can hardly
believe that such a story was written. Possibly it
wasn't!--Robert R. Young, 86 Third Avenue, Kingston, Penn.

_Ha-ha!_

Dear Editor:

Christmas day, and because I'm not acquainted in this city
I'm writing you a letter.

I have just finished reading your magazine. I came close to
not buying it, being not overly prosperous, but decided to
take a chance when I saw you had a dimensional story by
Murray Leinster. That story was up to expectations. The
others were down to expectations.

If you want me to choose your magazine to spend my reading
allowance on, have more stories by Leinster, Starzl, Breuer
and Wells. It may take a little more effort, but it's worth
it. Sax Rohmer is good on science stuff, too.

Before you print any more undersea stories have a diver look
at them. You tell about standing at the bottom of the ocean
and seeing the submarine "not more than a quarter of a mile
away." Ha-ha! [No fair, that ha-ha! For the story says,
quoted exactly: "... there gleamed the reassuring LIGHTS of
the Nereid,