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JULY-AUGUST, 1959 * Vol. VI, No. 4

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POLICY: Don't take it so damn' seriously. The infiniteness of Man is
not reduced to a 'split infinity" by wars, taxes, or "experts'
who offer to sell him what he already has.

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Christmas means a
raft of cards
And gifts from Nom and
Dad and Si s --
look at harried friends
and say:
"Ye Gods! Did Jesus
die for this?"
*To all our subscribers, friends, relatives, and enemies, we pause for
a moment in the
hustle and bustle
of Sunnier to wish
you one and all a
very Merry Christmas and the happiest of NOWs. Maybe
it isn't snowing,
but who cares!
ALPH1 A HART—Publisher and Editor,

Recusant Voice of 'The Infinites
for Earth, Mars, Venus, Saturn,
Pluto,, and Zydokumzruskehen
POOR GOD! HOW The bumbleDID HE CREATE bee , say "exSANS EXPERTS? perts" on aerodynamics, just
can't fly. They're not built
right. And the poor bumblebee,
ignorant of his inability, has
continued sticking his proboscis into flowers and his rearend into the hide of potential
angels (who hope some day to
grow wingsl just as he has
since Creation.

Now, an " expert " who labels
himself a "specialist in abnormalities of the blood", has
reported to other "experts"
(the Pennsylvania Academy of
General Practices that milk is
a poor food for babies; it hasn't enough iron in it: What
they need, he says, is meat
juices, eggs, vegetables -- or ,
better yet, give it (the iron )
to them by injection .

Which will cone as a surprise to mothers, who thought
those hills between their neck
and navel were useful, even if
they had no stage ambitions.

It's odd, but let some men
put "Doctor" in front of their
names and acme ideas they come
up with would send a less graded person to a loony bin!
More odd is how they get on a
lecture platform, or that newspapers report thea seriously.

But all the ' experts" aren't
in the fields of aerodynamics,
or mother's milk. For a price
(and don't forget, this is the
most important ingredient 1 ,
you cam buy a million, more or
less, "only ways" to salvation ,
both is the body and after socalled death. There are as many
cure-ails as there are ills --
ad to well one, the "dealer"
in "ones" mast first sell the
ill. If you're happy and contented, you lack ambition -- and
need a vitamin , or exercise,
or goal. If you feel frustrated, you can hire a frustrated
"expert ' at many bucks an hour
to listen to your woes, while
he sits in learned silence and
wonders what his wife is hiding
from him, or if he can meet the
payments on his new car/home/
fur coat for the girl friend.
Or, for more buckses, you can
hire a clown in a black suit to
reassure you that your only
hope for a "safe future" lies
in giving or willing all you
own to his organization.

No matter who or what God
is, His Creation seems little
concerned with all the "expert
advice". Years after the "expert" is placed in the same sod
with the defying bumblebee and
the mother who nursed her child ,
the world will rumble on.

That is -- it will if other
`experts" don't succeed in invoking an atomic war that may
rove the "experts" more poent at destruction than God
is at continued Creation.