the satellite-keeper's daughter
By MARK REINSBERG
It isn't advisable to get that gleam in your eye when
you're out in space. It can lead to complications....
Chicago's own Mark Reinsberg, associated with Shasta Publishers, the SF house, there, makes a first appearance in these pages with this quiet little story of a susceptible trucker—galactic style—who once swore by Mattapenny's otherwise so dependable GALACTIC GUIDEBOOK.
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Fantastic Universe December 1956.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
Sex and space don't mix. And Mattapenny's Galactic Guidebook can't be trusted.
If you doubt either proposition, ask Bill Brack. It's hard to tell what he thought about women, but all space truckers used to look upon Mattapenny's little red book as a sort of interstellar Bible.
"Looking for a planet to stop over at?" they'd say. "Place to get good meals? Decent room for the night? You can't go wrong with Mattapenny!"
Brack did.