Date: Sat, 04 Aug 2007 15:48:42 -0400
From: "Michael Walsh" <MJW at press.jhu.edu>
To: <wsfalist at keithlynch.net>,<wsfa-forum at yahoogroups.com>
Subject: [WSFA] Heinlein almost got it right ...
Reply-To: WSFA members <WSFAlist at KeithLynch.net>

     Matt dug a candy bar out of his pouch, split it and gave half to =
Jarman, who accepted it gratefully. 'You're a pal, Matt, I've been living =
off of my own fat ever since breakfast * and that's risky. Say, your =
telephone is sounding.'
    'Oh!' Matt fumbled in his pouch and got out his phone. 'Hello?'
    'That you son?' came his father's voice.
    'Yes, dad.'
    'Did you get there all right?'
    'Sure, I'm about to report in.'
    'How's your leg?'
    'Leg's all right, Dad.' His answer was not frank; his right leg, fresh =
from a corrective operation for a short achilles tendon, was aching as he =
spoke.
    'That's good. Now see here Matt * if it should work out that you =
aren't selected, don't let it get you down. You call me at once and *'
    'Sure, sure, Dad,' Matt broke in. 'I'll have to sign off * I'm in a =
crowd. Good-bye. Thanks for calling.'
    'Good-bye son. Good luck.'
    Tex Jarman looked at him understandingly. 'Your folks always worry, =
don't they? I fooled mine * packed my phone in my bag.'

from: Space Cadet, 1948.