VI. ADVANCE NOTICE: As mentioned in No. 59 I am going to try to bring out some more novels and novelettes. The problems of getting illustrations done reasonably has proved too great so they will probably have none. In addition, in order to avoid building more inventory and to make the turn over quick I shall probably only print 300 copies. So this is just warning of my intent so that when you see an announcement of a new story in future issues, order it then don't wait or it will be sold out.

FRUSTRATION

Submitted Anonymously

They all rejoiced, were very glad; The babe had come, a bonnie lad.

He grew for years before he knew That fate to him had not been true.

The cross he bore was heavy quite, For he was born a tiny mite.

He yearned for things beyond his reach. That it was wrong no one could teach.

He grew to manhood caring more For things he didn't dare explore.

He lived his life as best he could; The neighbors thought him very good.

He died one day when life was o'er, But merely stepped through prison's door.

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