Contents Mystery "In Satan's Clutch," by Roily Robinson 1 Love "How to Woo and Win a Woman," by Garl J. Singleton 4 "Youthful Devotion," by Jerry Carlile 9 Etcetera "Pills," by Jim Scoffield 11 "Rabbituary," by Joan Owen 2 "Anyone Can Jump," by Frank Sessions 8 "Blind Alley," by Annette Graham 5 "Caricatures," by Dean Hurst, Pete Lafon 3,6,7,10 "Campus Kwiz," by Ron Fryer 12 Staff Editor-Business Manager Frank Sessions Art Editor Pete Lfaon Associate Editors Marianna Lee, Wayne La-Mar Davis, Jerry Carlile, Horton Thulin, Julia Neville, Carl J. Singleton, Joan Owen. Illustrations Pete Lafon, Dean Hurst Cover Pete Lafon General Advisor Cluster Nilsson Art Advisor Farrell Collett LITTLE WAS KNOWN UNTIL - In Satan's Clutch By Rolly Robison The four people in the murky room grew tense as they heard the key turn in the lock. The door opened slowly, letting in a shaft of light that revealed the hunched-over figure of Scaly Mary. The four breathed a relieved sigh; Scaly Mary had finally arrived. Now they could get to work on their plan. Mary, a woman who could best be described as a gnarled old hag, went to the fire place, took a candle from the mantlepiece and held it in the flames. She glanced hastily around the room to make certain the blinds were drawn, set the candle on the old oaken table and beckoned for the others to gather round. Once again she scanned the room, with her shifty eyes flitting from object to object, and then drew from her bsoom a scroll or paper. This she unwrapped, searching the faces of her compatriots as she did so. The paper was laid out on the table and the other four crowded around to get a closer view. "Uh," grunted the fat, bald man. The others said nothing. Finally, Scaly Mary broke the silence. As she spoke, her eyes skipped from one henchman to another. Her voice croaked. "You must realize that the plan you see on this picee of paper will cause us to be hated, despised, and accursed by men. This thing we have created may indirectly cause the breaking up of homes, a staggering rise in divorce and a decrease in marriages and births the likes of which America has never seen before." She laughed vacantly, waving about a paw well covered with gray scaly skin. "The pleasure will be taken from the eyes of men and replaced with veiled ugliness. Sex will be pitted against sex in a civil war of disagreement, hate, and loathing. Truly we have unleashed a monster upon the earth." The only remark was "uh" by the fat, bald man. A smile twitched the corners of the old witch's mouth. "Of course, you also realize that this plan will make us rich all of us rich, rich, rich, she screamed and then laughed insanely. The sound ricocheted about the vast cellar. No one else stirred except the fat man who shifted his weight from his left to his right foot. Mary pointed with her gnarled finger at the scroll on the table. The others followed each movement she made with their eyes. They studied the paper intently for several minutes. Finally Mary rolled up the scroll, tied it with string and placed it back, in her bosom. The roly-poly man nodded his shining head in agreement. Mary picked up the candle and placed it back on the mantlepiece after blowing it out. Again she surveyed the room and then quietly trudged to the door. There she turned and whispered in a throaty croak, "tomorrow." Before the fat, bald man could say "uh" she was gone. The next day her evil plan had made its debut. The new look 13 inches from the floor was introduced to America. 1