Requiem

Countdown for Blastoff X-5, 4, 3, 2, X-1, Fire. From the far horizons of the unknown come transcribed tales of new dimensions in time and space. These are stories of the future.

Adventures in which you'll live in a million could be years on a thousand maybe worlds. The National Broadcasting Company in cooperation with Street and Smith Publishers of Astounding Science Fiction presents Tonight's Story, Requiem by Robert Heinlein, on a high hill in Samoa there is a grave.

Inscribed on the marker are these words, under the wide and starry sky, dig my grave and let me lie. Gladly did I live and gladly die, and I lay me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me.

Here he lies very long to be. Home is the sailor. Home from the sea. And the hunter. Home from the hill. These lines appear another place. Scrawled on a shipping tag from a compressed air container.

And pinned to the ground with a knife. It wasn't much of a fair as fair's goal. The trotting races wouldn't be held till eight o'clock at night. The flags and budding drooped in the gray afternoon and the pitchman seemed discouraged.

A large black limousine stood at the side of the road, thirty-two cylinders purring quietly. And over the dust in the clatter of the fair, a bullhorn blasted the highest pitch. Hurry, hurry, hurry! This way to the moon rocket, the moon rocket!

See it fly, the actual type rocket used by the first man to see it fly! She'll fill the romance of space. You can write it in for only $25. Hurry, hurry, hurry. Hey, Charlie, have you got that feed too patched?