 Why is it in the best interest for an Earthman to never lay eyes on a Venus dame?
IMAGE OF SPLENDOR By LU KELLA From Venus to Earth, and all the way between, it was a hell of a world for men ... and Apprentice Burnerman O'Rielly particularly. The intercom roared fit to blow O'Rielly back to Venus. "If every control hadn't been locked in correct setting," O'Rielly answered from his own angry bewilderment, "the error would have registered before blast-off—wouldn't it, sir?" A dozen burners on this ship; why did something crazy have to happen to O'Rielly's? Not enough to cause serious trouble this far out from Earth. Ever since Venus blast-off O'Rielly had been in Four's watch room. Well, ma'am, O'Rielly searched every cranny where even a three-tailed mouse of Venus could have stowed away. This, mind you, he felt in an age where no Earth guy for a thousand years had dared raise so much as a breath against woman's supremacy in all matters. That male character trait, however, did not seem to be the overpowering reason why O'Rielly, instead of laying violent hands upon this one's person, heard himself saying in sympathetic outrage, "A shame you had to go to all that bother to get out here!" Except on the Venus layover when he'd been roped into a dice game with a bunch of Venus lads who had a jug to cheer one's parting with one's money. "Venus dames," O'Rielly said dreamily, "don't boss anything, do they?"
 Because they would be so infatuated by the dame even knowing she would be their damnation.
 Because the Venus dames were thought to be only goofy tale set loose by some old space bum.  Because they would be so infatuated by the dame even knowing she would be their damnation.  Because they would be condemned to a Uranus moon for even looking at them.  Because of their dangerous nature.