 How is one able to escape the Varsoom?
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Planet Stories Fall 1944. The Spacemen's was a sanctuary, a rest club where in-coming pilots and crewmen could relax before leaving for another voyage. The rule that no females could pass its portals was strictly enforced. There she stood before a frantically gesticulating desk clerk, leaning on her faded green umbrella. "Mithter Trenwith, if thith lady ith a friend of yourth, you'll have to take her away. Her annual income totaled into six figures, and her publishers sat back and massaged their digits, watching their earnings mount. If Annabella C. Flowers wrote a novel, and the locale was the desert of Mars, she packed her carpet bag and hopped a liner for Craterville. If she cooked up a feud between two expeditions on Callisto, she went to Callisto. Before I realized it, I was following her through the lounge and out to the jetty front. A theater to the grizzled colonials on this side of the planet meant a shack on stilts over the muck, zilcon wood seats and dingy atobide lamps. But the place was packed with miners, freight-crew-men—all the tide and wash of humanity that made Swamp City the frontier post it is. She minced lightly down the aisle, climbed the stage steps and disappeared in the wings. On the stage four Earthmen, two Martians, two Venusians, and one Mercurian sat on an upraised dais. On the right were nine visi sets, each with its new improved pantascope panel and switchboard. Before each set stood an Earthman operator. When it had subsided, the man continued: "As most of you are familiar with our program, it will be unnecessary to give any advance explanation. I will only say that on this stage are nine visi sets, each tuned to one of the nine planets. At transmitting sets all over these planets listeners will appear and voice questions. For every question missed, the sender will receive a check for one thousand planetoles . The operator of the Earth visi twisted his dials and nodded. In a specially constructed tracto-car." Questions from Mars, from Earth, from Saturn flowed in the visi sets. Isolated miners on Jupiter, dancers in swank Plutonian cafes strove to stump the experts. When they failed, or when the Truthicator flashed a red light, he announced the name of the winner. Kagors, of course, had an unpleasant history of persecution since the early colonization days of the Red Planet. As one man the crowd took up the cry and surged forward.
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 By laughing  By using protection of a Venusian  Use of heat rays  By throwing Green Flames