It was a creeping paralysis. The toy makers and sellers collapsed. The clothing industry couldn't survive longer. The shoe-makers were hardest hit. Food consumption dropped. All over the country, farmers went broke.... By comparison, the Great Depression seemed like a boom. By 1965 the end was in sight. Society disintegrated. The cities were deserted; they burned for years. From a mechanical-agricultural civilization, the world returned to the stone age in one decade. People went in packs for protection. There were two kinds of them: packs of men hunting for food and packs of women hunting for men. Soon, as the women grow too old for child-bearing, the race of Man will be doomed. I did it. I am guilty. Lindsay helped, but I am the one. But how was I to know that society--that human life itself--was founded on a basic deception? I wonder what is keeping Lindsay. He should be back by now. _Editor's note: This manuscript was found in a cellar of a house in a Midwestern city; it is presented here partly for its historical interest, but chiefly for your amusement._ _Mr. Wilma Masters (the former Andrew Jones) was found in the same cellar. Our hunting party had taken Lindsay McPherson some time before, and he had directed us promptly to the cellar. Men are like that._ _As is the custom, the men were stripped, carefully searched, and sent to the premarital barracks to wait for some girl's proposal. Our readers will be happy to learn that they are both back in service._ _Never underestimate the power of a woman._ --_Wilma Masters_