The blurb on the magazine title page read: THE ETHER BREATHERS RETIRED, AND THE PERFUME MAGNATE WANTED TO SMOKE ’EM OUT. HE DID. A REALLY GOOD PERFUMER OUT TO MAKE A FOUL ODOR CAN ACCOMPLISH MIRACLES!
Look About You!
A purple dog casts orange shade,
A black moon hangs in a silver sky,
My arms bake white in the brown sunlight
And I feel sounds with my eye.
And convex caves build the liquid land;
Three great whales and a horse with scales
Dance on the scarlet sand.
We each live in a wonderland;
A blue to you is a red to me,
I wonder what you see?
I know my world. It bores me so!
And I must bear it until I die,
While your every day is a land of fey—
And you’re as bored as I!
[First published in Unknown, January 1940.]