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EFFIGY by Rosser Reeves

E=MC2 by Rosser Reeves

HARRISON BERGERON by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.

THE HAUNTED VILLAGE by Gordon R. Dickson
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Great wealth can be yours, and happiness, and the girl of your dreams, if
only you can locate and hold for yourself alone...

THE SOURCES OF THE NILE

by Avram Davidson

It was in the Rutherford office on Lexington that Bob Rosen met Peter ("Old
Pete"—"Sneaky Pete"—"Poor Pete": take your pick) Martens for the first and
almost last time. One of those tall, cool buildings on Lexington with the
tall, cool office girls it was; and because Bob felt quite sure he wasn't and
damned well never was going to be tall or cool enough for him to mean
anything to them, he was able to sit back and just enjoy the scenery. Even
the magazines on the table were cool: Spectator, Botteghe Oscuro, and
Journal of the New York State Geographical Society. He picked up the last
and began to leaf through "Demographic Study of The Jackson Whites."

He was trying to make some sense out of a mass of statistics relating to
albinism among that curious tribe (descended from Tuscorora Indians,
Hessian deserters, London street women, and fugitive slaves), when one of
the girls—delightfully tall, deliciously cool—came to usher him into
Tressling's office. He lay the magazine face down on the low table and
followed her. The old man with the portfolio, who was the only other person
waiting, got up just then, and Bob noticed the spot of blood in his eye as
he passed by. They were prominent eyes, yellowed, reticulated with tiny
red veins, and in the corner of one of them was a bright red blot. For a
moment it made Rosen feel uneasy, but he had no time then to think about
it.

"Delightful story," said Joe Tressling, referring to the piece which had
gotten Rosen the interview, through his agent. The story had won first prize
in a contest, and the agent had thought that Tressling ... if Tressling ...
maybe Tressling...

"Of course, we can't touch it because of the theme," said Tressling.

"Why, what's wrong with the Civil War as a theme?" Rosen said.

Tressling smiled. "As far as Aunt Carrie's Country Cheese "is concerned," he