As a whole, this is a fair issue. I might even call it good, if it were not for the artwork and stories. Ron's epic will live forever in my mind, although its ending was rather weak and it could have been developed into a more powerful tale by having the Slads all die in the Inferno. I enter my plea for longer stories. A long novel by M. S. Jensen would be appreciated. His last, _Dr. Higbaum's Strange Manifestation_, was a gem. On the other hand, short stories are not without merit and good old G. A. wouldn't be the same without them. I believe the story policy had best remain as is. Give Higgins a rest. His yarns are rapidly degenerating into hack, with only four out of the last five meeting with this reader's approval. I don't like to be finicky, but it seems like he isn't contributing his best material to G. A. Well, this missive is growing to huge proportions and I would like to see it in print, so I'd better sign off. Oh, yeh, almost forgot to comment on the departments. They are all good, with _The Reader's Opinion_ being the most interesting. Ye Ed's ruminations come in for a close second. Do not change the departments in any way, although the quiz and the _Strange Phenomena_ feature could be discontinued, without any great loss. Before I close, I wish to make a revelation which will rock the world. Yes, Ed, I have a secret weapon! Nothing can stand against this terrible invention and, with it, I could even destroy Earth, with Mars and Pluto thrown in for good measure. Beware, Ed, lest you arouse my ire and cause me, in my wrath, to unleash this vast force upon helpless, trusting mankind. Having read G. A. from cover to cover, I crawl back to my cage, drooling with delight. Prying up a loose stone in the center of the floor, I tenderly deposit the mag among the other issues of my golden hoard. Replacing the stone, I sigh contentedly and manipulate my lower lip with two fingers to indicate complete satisfaction. See you next issue! Joe Carson _The Super Intellect_ Joe carefully placed the letter in a previously addressed envelope, mentally complimenting himself for authoring such a masterpiece. Slapping a stamp on the back, he sealed the envelope and rushed forth to post it at the nearest mail-box. * * * * * Harl and Kir-Um slowly materialized and glanced about to take stock of their surroundings. They were on the roof of some tall building and night pressed in all about them, relieved only by the intermittent winking of a huge neon sign anchored on the roof.