For as I bent over, I caught a glimpse of a monstrous foot protruding from behind a nearby tree! Hastily, I assumed an innocent manner and straightened. I must not let the Thing know I had seen it! Nonchalantly, I lighted a Fizwig and blew smoke rings. And then it happened! For the monster stepped out from behind the tree and approached me! He was the strangest thing I had ever seen! All of six foot tall, four queer limbs protruding from his body, a round, shiny cranium perched upon what I took to be shoulders, and a mass of hanging brown stuff sticking to the cranium. He had on some queer dress of blue material, with shoulder straps on each side. I mumbled in fear and awaited his approach. For several seconds he surveyed me, and then, much to my absolute horror, he spoke. Spoke to me! My hair stood straight up in the air, my eyes rolled, and I fainted at those fearful words: "I say, old chap, could you direct me to the post office?" * * * * * A BEAM FROM THE SKY (A True Experience) by Kenneth B. Pritchard On Saturday evening, October 21, 1933, a strange thing was noted by two friends and myself. It was quite dark, for clouds were thick and hanging low in the sky. From out of the east there flashed a beam as of a searchlight questing thru the atmosphere. It shone at intervals of a few seconds. These intervals were irregular, and sometimes the beam would last longer than at others. Once, it lasted easily ten seconds, and probably more. At times this light seemed a reflection from the clouds; but then again, after the almost beam-like light had ceased, the light came directly from the clouds seemingly from someone in or above them! There are no really high places in my city (Pittsfield, Mass.) to shine a light from that position. Was it a search beam, a natural phenomena, or something from Beyond? * * * * * WITHIN THE CIRCLE by F. Lee Baldwin "The Ghoul," British weird tale of the screen, disappeared from Los Angeles screens the day Forrest J. Ackerman arrived there, playing no theater during all the summer months he looked for it. The morning he left, it came on again! Jack Williamson is recuperating from an appendix operation and has done no writing for quite a while. He says: "--My drugged slumbers in the first few days after the operation bred some of the weirdest dreams yet, and I'm anxious to get back to writing".... When in Key West last winter, he and Edmond Hamilton had a few adventures such as capsizing a skiff out in the Atlantic and towing it behind them as they swam back to shore. Hamilton caught a monster jew fish.