Conquest of Space Page #3

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So if I glow a Iittle in the dark,

she could find me better.

If you get that charged

with cosmic rays,

you'd better not plan

on too Iarge a family.

That's a Iot of borscht.

One of them cats in the Iab

just had a Iitter of seven kittens,

and she's been up here

Ionger than we have.

And anything a cat can do,

me and Rosie can do too.

- Last call for dining car.

- Food!

One! Two!

- Shall we go, gentlemen?

- Yes, Mother!

Hey, Frank!

Ten-hut!

Be seated, gentlemen.

Mahoney has six little lambs

He has to watch their diet

They helped the colonel build his ship

And now they have to fly it;

Peasants!

Dig in, fellas.

Space smorgasbord.

Say, pretty good today.

Corned beef, I think.

Imagine...all the nourishment

you need,

no mess, no bother and no waste.

I think I still prefer to eat the hard way.

Hey, Jackie...pass me a cup of coffee.

Cream and sugar.

OK, so I volunteered.

So I'II eat.

- What are you eating it for?

- Colonel Merritt eats it.

- That's a reason?

- For 30 years,

me and the colonel have been

banging around together.

Korea, Africa, China, now space.

If he intends to shove off

to anywhere else,

I ain't giving him any excuse

to Ieave me behind

because I ain't eating the proper diet.

Some more of that corned beef,

if you please.

You feeling better, son?

Oh...fine.

Mahoney, you know the colonel

a Iot better than the rest of us.

- You don't think he'II wash me up...?

- Stop worrying.

If he's going off on an excursion,

who's he gonna take?

He'II have to ask for volunteers again.

Us?

That son of his?

I happen to know by the grapevine

that the captain has already

put in for a transfer.

So that Ieaves you.

So I hope you and the colonel

will be very happy together.

This ain't kosher corned beef!

So the captain put in

for transfer, did he?

Well, good riddance, I say.

He's a fine officer.

He doesn't measure up

to his father's belt buckle.

You know...

...I was with the colonel the night

he got the word the kid was born.

We were in Indochina.

We did a Iittle bit of celebrating.

I remember the colonel,

captain he was then,

pointing up to the sky and said,

"You see that moon?

"That's his birthday present.

"Someday I'm gonna give it to him."

A balloon on a string would

mean as much to the ingrate.

Putting in for a transfer!

- This is a mistake.

- No mistake.

Compliments of Colonel Merritt.

- Steak!

- With mushrooms, yet.

Asparagus.

Go ahead, Roy...dig in.

Looks...

Looks delicious, doesn't it?

Go on, cut it. Cut that steak!

Man, that juice.

You were saying, Sergeant Brooklyn?

I was saying, Sergeant Imoto,

if it wasn't for a certain

fatheaded stool pigeon

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