Flight from New Mu by Joe Archibald _The time-eroded blurbal bromide: “Thomas X--needs no introduction to our readers” has a vigorously new and forceful pertinence when applied to Joe Archibald. For complete, star-bright veracity is never platitudinous. And we venture to predict that if there is a single one of our readers who is not already an incurable Archibaldian-humor addict he’ll become one when he reads this rollicking new saga of Septimus Spink, star-treader extraordinary._ =Septimus Spink had his own ideas about flying disks. They embraced a haywire recklessness--and a survival capacity second to none.= _Interplanetary Press--April 10, 2022. Septimus Spink, sole survivor of the Earthian space ship, XXX, was released by the Metropolita Neuropsychiatorium today pronounced as cured as he ever will be. Despite a series of neurotherapeutic high velocity shock treatments, Spink steadfastly refused to recant one word of the story that sent him to the cuckooery. Interviewed by Mars’ leading news analyst, Awon R. Mowow, Spink said he was confident that he would be the first citizen of known planets to reach New Mu._ _“I am sure,” Spink said, “that the characters who took me out of the XXX were natives of New Mu. Correction. I most likely will be the second Earthian to reach that planet. I will not tell you why as they will fling me right back into Bedlam on my plutonylon rompers.”_ _“You still believe what you said about Subcommander Cquob, Fixius Snark and Quartus Goog?” Mowow asked Spink._ _“You can quote me,” Spink said forcibly. “They got nicked by a strange rebound of the nick of time. When I left the XXX hanging in space with gravity pulling it at both ends, their space suits were as empty as Senatorial campaign promises. Looks like we’ll have to find a citizen named Sir Isaac Neutron. Ha!”_ _“What are your immediate plans, Spink?” a Venutian viso-newscaster queried, discreetly keeping his distance._ _“As definite as a Nougatine’s peace proposal.” Spink retorted. “You know that the Unigovernment of Earth figures I have not collected all my ids and libidoes yet and so can’t be put back in status quo with Space Squadron Spearhead. It is a fine uraniumite kettle of smelts, gentlemen, what with the Nougatines rearmin’ again. You know the new Number One here has forgot about defense and has spent most of the budget on research into the metabolism of the organism. They still laugh at flyin’ saucers like they did in 1954, but it is too bad Keyhoe ain’t alive as I could tell him I rode in one.”_ _Spink hotly denied he had been offered three thousand Unigovernment clams per week for appearing in a Martian Nocturnal torrid spot._ * * * * *