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Science Adventure Stories, v. 1, issue 2, October 1938

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                VAN QUIRK'S LUNAR CABLE
         
                             By

                    Oswald Train

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   THE affair began when some smart collegian asked Professor O. Van Quirk the following question in class one day: "Tell me, Prof., isn't it possible for someone for someone to build a bridge from the earth to the moon?" Someone always brought up a question like this to harrass the little pot-bellied, bushy-haired pegagogue when they thought he might spring a quiz on them, or when the class at large didn't have the lesson prepared.  

   "Throw him out!" drawled one gawky, lanky fellow. Professor Q. Van Quirk was inclined to agree with that person. At least, for once, the lad had shown a particle of sense, which was something the instructor thought to be entirely lacking in that particular student.

   "Nuts!" another shouted.

   And another, "He's got something there, Professor! Come on, you know all the answers!"

   The professor now realized this could not be waved aside, and a moment later he suddenly found himself in the center of a heated argument, pro and con, on the possibilities of a bridge connecting old Mother Earth and her daughter Luna. It was all beyond his mental faculties that warm afternoon, for old though he was the Spring was in his blood and it dulled his brain. He found that it

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VAN QUIRK'S LUNAR CABLE By Oswald Train ************************************************************ THE affair began when some smart collegian asked Professor O. Van Quirk the following question in class one day: "Tell me, Prof., isn't it possible for someone for someone to build a bridge from the earth to the moon?" Someone always brought up a question like this to harrass the little pot-bellied, bushy-haired pegagogue when they thought he might spring a quiz on them, or when the class at large didn't have the lesson prepared. "Throw him out!" drawled one gawky, lanky fellow. Professor Q. Van Quirk was inclined to agree with that person. At least, for once, the lad had shown a particle of sense, which was something the instructor thought to be entirely lacking in that particular student. "Nuts!" another shouted. And another, "He's got something there, Professor! Come on, you know all the answers!" The professor now realized this could not be waved aside, and a moment later he suddenly found himself in the center of a heated argument, pro and con, on the possibilities of a bridge connecting old Mother Earth and her daughter Luna. It was all beyond his mental faculties that warm afternoon, for old though he was the Spring was in his blood and it dulled his brain. He found that it (43)