★ BULLETIN ★ INTERCEPTED AT 7.415 MHz — THE SITE IS COMING, THE SITE IS COMING — one if by LAN, two if by C: drive — DO NOT ADJUST YOUR WIG — the walrus was at Lexington — 13 colonies, 0 cookies collected — APPEAL TO HEAVEN, then refresh — tonight's bonfire is BYO-torch — mimeograph fluid ration doubled by order of the Editors — brisket held two-twenty-five all night, the vigil continues — we lift for the deadlift, not the mirror — END THE FED, then help stack the chairs — THERE AIN'T NO SUCH THING AS A FREE LUNCH — Human Action, chapter XIV, do not interrupt — CITY HALL denied the bonfire permit; we lit it anyway — dispatches from FOX, ARKANSAS, where the pavement gives up — two fingers of whisky, one cigar, crickets a solid 9 — the couch commission was up-sold, the ottoman moved — the cannon is, per ordinance, DECORATIVE ONLY✟ CHRIST IS KING ✟COMING SOON in finer taverns everywhere —  ★ BULLETIN ★ INTERCEPTED AT 7.415 MHz — THE SITE IS COMING, THE SITE IS COMING — one if by LAN, two if by C: drive — DO NOT ADJUST YOUR WIG — the walrus was at Lexington — 13 colonies, 0 cookies collected — APPEAL TO HEAVEN, then refresh — tonight's bonfire is BYO-torch — mimeograph fluid ration doubled by order of the Editors — brisket held two-twenty-five all night, the vigil continues — we lift for the deadlift, not the mirror — END THE FED, then help stack the chairs — THERE AIN'T NO SUCH THING AS A FREE LUNCH — Human Action, chapter XIV, do not interrupt — CITY HALL denied the bonfire permit; we lit it anyway — dispatches from FOX, ARKANSAS, where the pavement gives up — two fingers of whisky, one cigar, crickets a solid 9 — the couch commission was up-sold, the ottoman moved — the cannon is, per ordinance, DECORATIVE ONLY✟ CHRIST IS KING ✟COMING SOON in finer taverns everywhere — 
To-Day's Weather:
Fog of War, burning off by Independence. Winds of Change out of the N.N.E. at 13 knots. Tea: harbor-temperature.
Price:
THREE PENCE · 25¢ · or one (1) truth, gently used. Free to Minute-men, Walruses & the Postmaster's cousin.

✦ AN UNDERGROUND BROADSIDE OF RECORD ✦

The Midnight Patriot

Est. 1776 · re-Est. 1969 · re-re-Est. 1993, in a garage, on a borrowed ditto machine

S.C. N.C. V. M. P. N.J. N.Y. N.E.
JOIN, or DIE.

an intolerable act of publishing

THE PRESS RISES AT DAWN;
KING'S CENSORS BAFFLED

Being a full & true Account of a Web-Site presently assembling itself in a secret location; the Editors promise lanterns, liberty, and at least one lava lamp. Until then, this broadside shall have to do. Pass it along. Then eat it.

Coming Soon

WHEN IN THE COURSE OF HUMAN EVENTS, A LOADING SCREEN filed from beneath the floorboards

When in the Course of human Events it becomes necessary for one People to dissolve the Placeholder which has connected them with the Internet, a decent Respect to the Opinions of Mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the Separation. The causes are these: the old page was boring. We hold this truth to be self-evident.

Witnesses report that the coming Site was seen at midnight, travelling by post-road under a tarpaulin, escorted by three fife players and a man who claims to have personally taught the Liberty Bell to feedback through a Marshall stack. Customs officers attempted to inspect the cargo and were handed a pamphlet, a slice of johnnycake, and a kazoo. They are reportedly still reading the pamphlet.

The Royal Governor has denounced this publication as “seditious, psychedelic, and worst of all, mimeographed.” The Editors accept all three charges and have had them printed on a commemorative stamp, three cents, see the philatelic bureau at right.

Asked when the Site shall arrive, the Editors answered only by pointing at the eastern horizon, then at a rubber stamp, then at the eastern horizon again, which frankly we found theatrical but effective.

❦ ❦ ❦
“One if by land, two if by sea, three if by dial-up — and if the line be busy, hang the lanterns anyway.” — overheard at the Old North Church switchboard

THE WALRUS WAS AT THE TEA PARTY, INSISTS LOCAL LYCEUM arts & sedition desk

Scholars at the Gonzales Free Lyceum have concluded, after eleven hours of listening to a harpsichord record backwards, that the walrus was present at the Boston Tea Party, disguised as a crate of Darjeeling. “Play the Declaration in reverse,” testified one member, eyes like pinwheels, “and it distinctly says turn on, tune in, drop the tea.” The Lyceum has been asked to stop. The Lyceum has declined.

Relatedly, the Committee of Correspondence & Vibrations reminds all subscribers that the prism is not a symbol of anything. It is simply a prism. The rainbow, however, knows what it did.

MINUTEMAN MODEM CORPS NOW MUSTERING notices & musters

Able-bodied patriots wanted for the Minuteman Modem Corps: must be ready to connect at a minute's notice, must tolerate the sacred screech of the handshake, must never, under interrogation, reveal the family's second phone line. Drill is Thursdays behind the granary. Bring your own beige box. The password is the smell of ditto fluid; you will know it when it knows you.

The Corps' first assignment is already posted to the board in invisible ink: guard the Site until it ships. Rations: hardtack, orange soda, one (1) commemorative stamp per volunteer.

Classified
Evidence

PUBLICK NOTICES & CLASSIFIEDS

three lines for a shilling · lies cost extra · the typesetter is asleep and it shows

FOR SALE One (1) tricorner hat, mildly psychedelic, changes color when the wearer tells the truth. Worn once, briefly, at a hearing. 4 shillings OBO. Box 13.

WANTED Fife player who knows “Purple Haze.” Must own fife. Uniform provided; dignity not. Apply at the granary, knock thrice, hum the third verse of anything.

LOST Thirteen colonies. Answer to “the united States.” If found, DO NOT TREAD. Reward: one honest government, lightly used.

MISSED CONNECTION You: redcoat, checkpoint on the post road, confiscated my pamphlets. Me: minuteman, said “you can't confiscate an idea.” You said “watch me.” Coffee sometime?

SEEKING PEN-PALS of the shortwave persuasion. I broadcast numbers; you broadcast numbers. Neither of us knows what they mean. That's friendship. QSL cards exchanged. — “Turnip”

NOTICE The Committee for the Preservation of the Committee will meet Tuesday to discuss whether to meet. Minutes of the last meeting were eaten per protocol.

READ THE OTHER WAY, FRIEND. Nothing hidden here. That's exactly what we'd print if there were. — MGMT

FOR TRADE Complete run of this newspaper (issues 1–75, some singed) for one working antenna or a very tall friend willing to stand on the roof holding a coat hanger during the Midnight Hour.

SERVICES Will engrave your silhouette in the heroic style: powdered wig, distant gaze, small lightning. Satisfaction guaranteed or your likeness returned to the void. 2¢ per jawline.

WANTED Fishing buddy who don’t narrate. Must supply own bait, own silence. City-Hall types & men who “just wanna talk it out” need not apply. Ask for Delbert, second mailbox.

SEEKING One (1) real conversation, offered by a furniture salesman, 6’1” & widening on purpose. Will trade a whole sales commission for it — terrible exchange rate, still buying.

VOLUNTEERS for the Brisket Vigil, 4 a.m. shift, coffee no. 3. Duties: watch the smoker, do NOT open the lid, hum a hymn. Payment in burnt ends (family & clergy only).

NOTICE Whisky & Cigar Night on the tailgate, dusk, after the bonfire. One glass, one cigar, no phones. Admission: a firm handshake. The cannon is decorative; the fellowship is not.

TO CITY HALL: the cannon is decorative, the fire is fellowship, the brisket answers to the Almighty. You are cordially uninvited. File a Form 9 about it. — MGMT

MEETINGS The Iron Church (congregation of one, doors never locked) & the Holler Reading Circle convene second Tuesday, after the cigars are lit. End the Fed, then stack the chairs. Christ is King — see you Tuesday ✟

ANNOUNCEMENT The Web-Site remains COMING SOON. Those wishing to be notified may stand on any hill at dusk and watch for the second lantern. Or just check back. The hill thing is optional. H.A.G.S. — stay free ✌

FOUND One rattle, thirteen segments, still warm. Owner may claim it by treading absolutely nowhere near us.

PLATE I — REBELLION, ASSORTED

FOLIO 13 · GUM INTACT · DO NOT MOISTEN

Poster stamps of the First Uprising, reprinted during the Second, hoarded during the Third.

DONT TREAD ON ME U.S. FRUSTRATION MAIL

No. 003 — “THE COILED CORRESPONDENT”
3¢ · mustard on mustard · rattle articulated
MINT NEVER HINGED (a lie; see hinge)

it hissed when i steamed it. noted.
THE DARK SIDE OF THE COLONIES 13¢ NO DARK SIDE OF THE UNION, REALLY

No. 013 — “REFRACTION ACT OF 1769”
13¢ · obsidian & spectrum · glows if you believe
FINE USED · cancel obtained at a light show

hold to lava lamp for full effect
PROCLAIM LIBERTY (RING RESPONSIBLY) CRACKED IN TRANSIT · NO REFUNDS

No. 005 — “THE AUDIBLE GRIEVANCE”
5¢ · bronze on parchment · crack guaranteed genuine
VERY FINE · hinged, remorsefully

crack acquired AFTER purchase!!
S.C. N.C. V. M. P. N.J. N.Y. N.E. JOIN, or DIE. WOODCUT No. 1

No. 008 — “THE DIVIDED SERPENT”
8¢ · lampblack on rag paper · eight pieces, some assembly required
GOOD · segments do not quite align (period-correct)

glue NOT authorized by congress

PLATE II — VISIONS & ARTILLERY

FOLIO 14 · SOME GUM DISTURBED · SOME MINDS ALSO

Later issues, when the album keeper discovered both the kaleidoscope and the ditto machine.

COME AND TAKE IT GONZALES ISSUE

No. 002 — “THE POLITE INVITATION”
2¢ · lampblack on cotton bond · cannon included, cannonball sold separately
SUPERB · smells faintly of mimeograph fluid

traded two prisms for this. worth it
THE WALRUS WAS A MINUTEMAN GOO GOO G’JOUR · 10¢

No. 010 — “I AM THE EGGMAN (ALLEGEDLY)”
10¢ · scarlet / teal / gold rotogravure · spin gently
FINE · slight kaleidoscope burn at center

play the cancel backwards. i dare you
13 PERPETUAL UNION · RENEWS MONTHLY · 76¢

No. 076 — “THE ROUND TABLE OF BETSY R.”
76¢ · indigo & bone · all thirteen present and accounted for
VERY FINE · one star keeps drifting (see hover)

counted twice. still 13. good.
AN APPEAL TO HEAVEN P.S. PLEASE SEND LADDER

No. 001 — “THE UPWARD MEMORANDUM”
1¢ · pine on bone · postage to Heaven, surface rate
MINT · reply still pending (17 decades)

first stamp i ever hinged. sentimental
SMOKED LOW & SLOW 225° FOX, ARK. · NO PEEKIN'

No. 225 — “THE LONG VIGIL”
225° · mustard & ash · smells faintly of post-oak
MINT · do not open the lid, Earl

rested an hour. worth the wait.
DONT TAX ME, BRO $ SOUND-MONEY POST · NOT A FED NOTE

No. 000 — “THE COILED ECONOMIST”
0¢ · yellow over black · payable in silver only
MINT · tender it as a bookmark in the Mises

traded one Fed note for it. felt right.
CHRIST IS KING IRON CHURCH CONGREGATION OF ONE · BE USEFUL

No. 495 — “THE HONEST BAR”
V¢ · iron & gold on soot · humbling, guaranteed
GOOD · add ten pounds and one prayer

the bar is honest. i am humbled.
EVIDENCE

Acquisition Ledger & Condition Census

— typed in triplicate; the purple copy is the TRUE copy —

Cat. No.IssueDenom.ConditionAcquired / Remarks
PP-001The Upward MemorandumMINTInherited from Great-Aunt Prudence, folded inside her powder horn.
PP-002The Polite InvitationSUPERBSwap meet, Gonzales fairground, 1993. Seller winked. Cannon winked back.
PP-003The Coiled CorrespondentMNH**Never Hinged is a legal term. Do not touch. Do not tread. Do not.
PP-005The Audible GrievanceVFCrack authenticated by three separate uncles.
PP-008The Divided SerpentGOODEight segments. Ninth segment is a rumor spread by New Hampshire.
PP-010I Am the Eggman (Allegedly)10¢FINETraded for a mono pressing and two bootleg pamphlets. No regrets stated.
PP-013Refraction Act of 176913¢FINE USEDCancelled mid-light-show. The postmark hums in E minor.
PP-076The Round Table of Betsy R.76¢VFAll 13 stars verified by candlelight, twice, then once more to be sure.
PP-???THE FULL EXHIBITIONCOMING SOONAnnounced on shortwave. Confirmed by nobody. Guaranteed by me.

↑ the smell of this table is the smell of second grade. — keeper

THE MIDNIGHT PATRIOT · RURAL SUPPLEMENT · SMOKE-STAINED EDITION

The Powder-Keg Homestead Almanac

— Being a Faithful Register of Meat, Fire, Fish, Powder & Brown Liquor —
FOX, ARKANSAS STONE COUNTY POP. YOU, THE DOGS & A ROOSTER WHERE THE PAVEMENT GIVES UP
Grace before the brisket: Lord, we thank Thee for post-oak, for a low wind out of the holler, and for a smoker that holds two-twenty-five without a fella hovering over it all night. Bless the cook, forgive the man who opened the lid, and if it be Thy will, keep City Hall out of our business. Christ is King. Amen — now go stir the coals. ~ said every Sunday after the bonfire, hats off, hands dirty ~

I. On the Smoking of Meats Low & Slow · Or Don’t Bother the Lord With It

EXHAUST STACK (open when it stalls) TEMP GAUGE COOK CHAMBER 225°F · NO PEEKIN’ FIREBOX (offset) GREASE DRAIN TUNING PLATE FIG. 1 — “OL’ FAITHFUL,” 250-GAL., NEVER PERMITTED

★ BURNT ENDS DEPT. ★

RUBBED · RESTED · REDEEMED

Point-end cubed, sauced light, back on till the bark turns to candy. We do not sell these. We do not gift these. If you are here for burnt ends you had best be family or clergy.

DEPT. HOURS: WHENEVER THE SMOKE’S RIGHT · NO WALK-INS · NO CITY HALL
Brisket — The Long Vigil
HourInternalWhat’s Happening
0:0038°On cold. Trim silver-skin. Pray briefly.
2:00115°Bark setting. Do not open the lid, Earl.
5:00150°THE STALL. Faith is tested. Refill coffee.
6:30165°Wrap in butcher paper. Whisper to it.
9:00195°Probe slides like warm butter. Nearly.
10:00203°Off. Rest an hour. Longer if you’re holy.
Wood Selection Chart
WoodPunchBest For
Post-OakSteadyBrisket. The one true wood of the holler.
HickoryBoldRibs, pork shoulder, bacon, showing off.
MesquiteA ThreatQuick sears only. Respect it or regret it.
AppleSweetPoultry & the wife’s good opinion.
PecanMellowAll day. Falls off the neighbor’s tree free.
rule of the holler: if you’re lookin’, you ain’t cookin’.
FED CORRECTLY

II. The Bonfire A Lawful Assembly of Firewood & Neighbors

We build it lawful, we build it big, and we build it a respectful distance from anything the Lord made or the county insured. Marshmallows for the young’uns, cast iron for the men, and a hymn or two once the flames settle to a good honest orange.

STONE COUNTY · DEPT. OF PERMITS, PERMISSIONS & POLITE REFUSALS
DENIED

Application No. BF-1776: “Annual Fellowship Bonfire & Hot-Dog Vigil.”

FINDING: Fire is “an open flame of unregulated joy.” The proposed cannon is deemed DECORATIVE ONLY per City Hall Ordinance 12-B (§ Merriment, Excessive). Applicant advised to feel fewer feelings and file a Form 9 by Tuesday.

— regrettably, Deputy Clerk Prudence T. Wetblanket
we lit it anyway. it was a Tuesday. the cannon “decorated” three counties.

III. Fishing Report Holler-Creek & The Big Muddy

  • Channel Cat — thick on the bottom bends below the low-water bridge. Stink-bait, chicken liver, or last week’s regret. Best after dark, worst for your truck upholstery.
  • Rainbow Trout — the tailwater’s running cold and generous. Small spinners, a light leader, and the patience of Job. They spook if you so much as think loud.
  • Smallmouth — holding in the shade of the sycamore where Old Man Pruitt swears there’s a six-pounder. There is not. There never was. Cast there anyway.
  • Arkansas River — catfish the size of a stern warning. Bring a friend, a net, and a will.
— ANGLERS’ CLASSIFIEDS —
FOR TRADE: Cane pole, barely lied about. 1 jar preserves or reasonable pie. Ask for Delbert at the second mailbox.
LOST: Tackle box, green, off the tailgate near the Fox turnoff. REWARD: my everlasting gratitude & one (1) crappie.
WANTED: Fishing buddy who don’t narrate. Must supply own bait & silence. City Hall types need not apply.
threw the six-pounder back. Sunday’s comin’ — a man ought not be greedy.

IV. Marksmanship A Well-Regulated Hobby, Being Necessary

5 7 9 10
Score Card — Sunday Plinking League
ShooterScoreRemarks
Pastor Boone48/50Steady hands. Steadier prayers.
Cousin Verl41/50Blames the wind. There was no wind.
The Cans0/50Casualties: 11. A well-regulated afternoon.

Six tin cans on the rail fence, an old milk jug for the finale, and a good honest afternoon of tin-can diplomacy. It’s a sport, it’s a discipline, and it’s a fine excuse to stand in a field with your father and not say much.

SAFETY FIRST, FUN SECOND: ears on, eyes on, muzzle down-range, finger off till the sights are on the can. Every gun’s loaded, every rule’s a kindness, and nobody ever regretted being careful. Then, and only then — have your fun.
a well-regulated hobby, being necessary to a peaceful Saturday, shall not be infringed by City Hall.

V. Whisky & Cigar — The Porch Pairing Tasting Notes, Composed By A Man Who Owns One Glass

note: I have one glass. It is the good glass. It is the only glass. It is therefore also the everyday glass.
THE POUR — two fingers, holler-measured
Colour of a September barn at four o’clock. Nose of caramel, old cedar, and a rumor of the campfire two ridges over. It does not so much sip as it settles.
THE PALATE
Toffee up front, then a long amber patience — leather, dried apple, a whisper of the post-oak we were just smoking with. Finishes warm and forgiving, like a good sermon that ran a little long.
THE CIGAR
Rolled by no one in particular, banded by me with a Sharpie. Cedar and coffee and porch. Draws honest. One (1) per evening; the Lord loves temperance and so does my Tuesday morning.
THE PAIRING VERDICT
Together: the exact frequency of a man deciding not to check his phone. 9.5 crickets. Would sit here until the Second Coming, which — Christ is King — can’t be far off.
SAVOR RESPONSIBLY
✟ Christ is King ✟

THE ALMANAC IS STILL BEING SET IN TYPE — the full web-site is COMING SOON, Lord willin’ and the creek don’t rise.

Printed in Fox, Arkansas, by lantern and stubbornness, on paper that smells faintly of post-oak. Bring a covered dish, leave the phone in the truck, and remember: the cannon is decorative, the fire is fellowship, and the brisket answers to no one but the Almighty. City Hall is cordially uninvited.

SENIOR PORTRAITS

engraved from life! (mostly)

Georgie Washingtone “The General”

Most Likely to Secede · Cherry Tree Alibi Committee, 4 yrs

Tommy Jeffersong “Quill”

Best Penmanship & Voted Loudest Whisper · wrote this caption

Benny Franklin-Stone “Sparky”

Most Electric Personality · banned from Kite Club (insurance)

Betsy Rosse “Stitch”

Best Tambourine · sewed the band's entire wardrobe overnight

Sam Addams “Firebrand”

Most Likely to Start Something · Harbor Tea Society, founder

Marty Walrus “goo goo g'joob”

Voted Actually Paul (recount pending) · Prism Club treasurer

Paul Reverely “Midnight”

Best Drummer, Fastest Horse · one if by land, two if by encore

Abby Addams-Moon “Remember”

Most Enlightened · told the committee to remember the ladies, twice

Alex Hamiltone “Ten Dollar”

Most Non-Stop · wrote 51 essays for the school paper. This week.

Patrick Henrix “Liberty”

Best Guitar Solo (Performed With Teeth) · "give me liberty or give me feedback"

Johnny Handcock “Big John”

Biggest Signature, Three Years Running · see endpapers, obviously

Otis From The Gym “Mass”

Most Load-Bearing Citizen · night-shift stocker, 500 at the bar · Iron Church deacon, farmer-carries the grief in one trip

Big Dale Hutchins “The Closer”

Most Likely to Up-Sell the Ottoman · Employee of the Month by a vote of himself, 14 mo. running · sleeps in the display bed (“shows initiative”)
PORTRAIT NOT
PICTURED —
SITTER CLAIMED
THE ENGRAVING
"STEALS THE SOUL
A LITTLE"

Deborah Gannett “Bobby”

Best Disguise · we honestly still can't find her in group photos

↑ mr. henrix played the graduation march thru a stack of hay-bale amplifiers. the cows have opinions now ↑

II

CLUBS & SECRET(ish) SOCIETIES

⚐ Rattlesnake Handling Society

DONT TREAD ON ME — official motto, official spelling, do not write to us about the apostrophe again, Nigel. We meet behind the woodshop. We handle exactly one (1) rattlesnake, his name is Jeremiah, and he is a senior too.

  • PresidentS. Addams
  • Snake (emeritus)Jeremiah
  • Apostrophe Defense Officervacant, obviously
  • Members who got "tread on"0 this year!

△ Prism & Light Appreciation Club

We put light through glass and wrote poems about it. Forty-one poems. The dark side of the schoolhouse remains unmapped; expedition planned for after finals. Synchronize your heartbeat to the clocktower and hum.

  • Keeper of the BeamM. Walrus
  • Poet Laureate of RefractionA. Addams-Moon
  • Poems about one triangle41

♫ Lonely Hearts Marching Band

Scarlet coats, teal cuffs, gold braid by the fathom — Miss Rosse sewed it all in one legendary night and now the band outdresses the faculty, the militia, and several visiting governors. It was thirteen colonies ago today. Repertoire: fife standards, one extremely long drum solo, and a number we are legally describing as “a tribute.”

  • Drum MajorP. Reverely
  • Fife, first chairG. Washingtone
  • Tambourine (best)B. Rosse
  • Sousaphones neededone (1) more

⌁ Shortwave & Pamphleteering Guild

Voice of the Common, broadcast from the bell tower on a rig held together with sealing wax and conviction. The purple ink is a lifestyle. Sniff a fresh ditto and tell us you don’t believe in something.

Program Schedule — 7.355 MHz
HrProgramme
19:00The Committee of Correspondence Hour (mostly gossip)
20:00Whittling With Persistence
21:00NUMBERS STATION (it's just Alex reading his essays)
22:00Backwards Records: What Is The Walrus Saying?
23:00Sign-off · anthem · 13 bell strikes · goodnight, patriots

✝ The Iron Church & Holler Reading Circle

495 & GRATITUDE

Membership free, attendance mandatory, testimony encouraged. We chase the deadlift, not the mirror, and once the sets are racked we read a chapter of sound money by lamplight — End the Fed, then stack the chairs. The bar is honest, the brisket answers to the Almighty, and City Hall remains cordially uninvited. Christ is King.

  • Deacon of the DeadliftO. From The Gym
  • Reads von Mises aloudCletus
  • Top Closer (up-sells the ottoman)“Big” Dale
  • Members skipping leg day0, cowards
III

THE MIDNIGHT RIDE FORMAL

theme: "1776 tickets to ride"
slow dance to the town crier (unplugged)
the light show. Marty cried. so did the chaperones
punch bowl guarded by Jeremiah (it worked)
2am. kaleidoscope broke. we looked thru it anyway

CHAPERONE'S NOTE: the "midnight ride" was scheduled for 9:30 PM. Nobody rode anywhere. Mr. Reverely did yell "THE BRITISH ARE COMING" when the visiting team's carriage arrived, which was technically accurate and is no longer a detention-able offense per student court ruling 76-13.

IV
NO. 46 — LATE EDITION
Convenes weekly in the fellowship hall, Stone County. Second Tuesday, after the cigars are lit. Newcomers welcome; hecklers priced accordingly.
WEATHER
Cold, hard, and sound — like the money ought to be. Chance of revival by nightfall. Bring a coat and a copy of the Constitution.
EST. IN A BARN · PRINTED WHERE THE POST ROAD ENDS · FOX, ARKANSAS

The Austrian Reading Room

& Free-Market Revival Under Canvas
a broadsheet for the banned-book circle, the sound-money faithful & anyone City Hall told to be quiet
Order of the Evening · Chairs Optional · Ideas Mandatory

Nobody's In Charge, And That's The Whole Point

Every second Tuesday we meet under a leaky tent outside Fox, Arkansas, to read dead economists by lamplight, argue about interest rates, and pass a plate that City Hall keeps trying to tax. We do not agree on much. We agree the market sorts it out, the coffee is bottomless, and Christ is King. The website, like the Kingdom, is COMING SOON.

The Canon — Engraved For The Reading Circle

handle with clean hands

Portraits struck in the heroic woodcut style by our resident engraver, who charges two cents a jawline. Referenced here with respect, gratitude, and the occasional joke — the men are serious; only City Hall is the punchline. Reserve your copy at the desk; do not dog-ear the Mises.

CANON

LUDWIG VON MISES “Human Action”

MOST LIKELY TO SAY "PRAXEOLOGY" — do not interrupt him; he is nine hundred pages from the point and every one of them counts.
CANON

FRIEDRICH HAYEK “the knowledge problem”

MOST LIKELY TO REMIND YOU NOBODY'S IN CHARGE — and that this is a feature, not a bug. Prices know things City Hall never will.
CANON

MILTON FRIEDMAN “TANSTAAFL”

MOST LIKELY TO SPLIT THE LUNCH CHECK — there ain't no such thing as a free one. Somebody paid; usually you, later, quietly.
CANON

THOMAS SOWELL “trade-offs”

MOST LIKELY TO CORRECT YOU GENTLY — there are no solutions, only trade-offs. Write that on the tent, then read it again.
CANON

RON PAUL “End the Fed”

POLITEST MAN, MOST RADICAL LEDGER — hard money, small talk, and a voting record that scared the whole cloakroom.
CANON

RAND PAUL “the floor is mine”

FILIBUSTER ENTHUSIAST — will hold the floor until sunrise or until the cornbread runs out, whichever the Lord permits first.

The Colors & The Minutes

yellow over black
DON'T TAX ME, BRO
$
TAXATION IS A PERMIT FEE
TO CITY HALL
flown at half-mast whenever a new ordinance passes — which is often
Minutes

HUMAN ACTION READING CIRCLE — MEETING MINUTES

Second Tuesday · Fox, AR · Recorded by the Corresponding Secretary between cigar puffs

  1. Call to order. Chairman gaveled with a silver dollar. Motion to note that no one appointed the Chairman; the Chairman emerged spontaneously, as Hayek foretold. Motion carried, more or less, without a vote.
  2. The potluck. No one coordinated the dishes, yet we received four casseroles, zero identical, and exactly enough cornbread. Spontaneous order confirmed at 6:41 p.m. Mrs. Alvey's beans priced themselves out of the market by 7:10.
  3. Old business. The Fed was, once again, roundly criticized. Motion to End It reintroduced; tabled only because we ran out of chalk. (See ART. 7 re: chalk being a scarce good with a trade-off.)
  4. Sound-money bake sale. Proceeds strong. We accept silver, pre-'65 coin, cured meat, or labor. One (1) Federal Reserve Note was tendered and used, respectfully, as a bookmark in the Mises.
  5. City Hall. Read aloud the letter denying our assembly permit on grounds that "spirited discussion of interest rates constitutes a disturbance." Laughter recorded. Letter filed under Comedy.
  6. New business. Brother Tom moved that we admit there are no solutions, only trade-offs. Seconded warmly. Nobody could think of a costless objection, which rather proved his point.
  7. Adjournment. Cigars extinguished, whisky corked, chairs stacked by whoever felt like it (they all got stacked). Closed in prayer. Next week: Chapter XV, and Lord willing, dry weather.
respectfully submitted — the Corresponding Sec'y, in the margin, by lamplight Ratified

Free-Market Revival — Under Canvas

bring your soul & a folding chair
✝ Christ Is King ✝

“Render therefore unto Caesar the things which are Caesar's; and unto God the things that are God's.” — and unto City Hall, a firmly worded letter.

After the seminar we roll back the banned-book table, unstack the chairs, and hold a plain Sunday service right here under the canvas. No collection plate is passed with a gun; the plate is passed with a hymn, and you give because your heart is glad, not because an ordinance made you. That is the whole difference, said gently: the tithe is an offering, the tax is a bill. One you bring; the other comes for you.

We are not sore about it. We pray for the folks at City Hall too — even the one who stamped DENIED on the cannon and ruled it "decorative." Especially him. He needs it, and the coffee's on us.

✝ ORDER OF SERVICE: cornbread & fellowship, one hymn (we know three), a short word on liberty & the Lord, a longer word if Brother Randal gets the floor, cigars on the tailgate after, whisky for them that partake, and everybody home by ten. All are welcome. Christ is King. Amen.
the canvas leaks; Providence provides; bring a hat
Read It Twice

PUBLICK NOTICES OF THE READING ROOM

three lines for a silver dime · opinions strong · the typesetter has been reading Rothbard again

FOR SALE One (1) hardback of Human Action, spine intact, marginalia in three hands and two centuries. Slight cigar aroma; adds authority. Best offer in silver. Box 14, Fox, AR.

WANTED Someone to explain the knowledge problem to City Hall using only hand puppets. Prior experience with hostile audiences preferred. Bring your own gain from trade.

NOTICE The Committee to Abolish Committees will not meet, on principle, and considers this its finest session to date. Minutes unavailable; there was no chairman, and it worked beautifully.

LOST One (1) free lunch. Answers to nothing, because it never existed. If someone offers you one, check your pockets, then check your grandchildren's.

MISSED CONNECTION You: the clerk who denied our tent permit. Me: the fella who filed it four times. You said "no." I said "the market will provide a field." It did. Coffee sometime, no hard feelings?

SEEKING Fife-and-ledger duo for the bake sale. Must love hard money and hymns. Must tolerate a rousing forty-minute argument about the gold standard mid-song. Whisky provided; dignity BYO.

SERVICES Will engrave your likeness in the heroic style of the Canon above — distant gaze, small spectacles, ledger in hand. 2¢ per jawline; economists half off, they have the bones for it.

FOR TRADE Complete run of this broadsheet (iss. 1–45, some singed at the bonfire) for one pre-'65 silver dollar or a firm handshake witnessed by two sober men.

ANNOUNCEMENT The full Reading Room web-site remains COMING SOON — delayed, naturally, by a City Hall zoning review of the URL. We are appealing. To Heaven, mostly. soli Deo gloria — see you Tuesday ✌

FOUND One (1) rattle, thirteen segments, yellow-over-black. Owner may claim it by promising not to tread on us, sign here, notarized by the Almighty.

SOUND MONEY

END THE FED · TITHE THE HEART · TREAD ON NO ONE

Printed by lamplight in a borrowed fellowship hall outside Fox, Arkansas, on paper that remembers being a tree and has made its peace with the trade-off. The Editors deny nothing, endorse the Almighty, and accept subscriptions in coin, cornbread, or honest labor.

THE CONTINENTAL CONGRESS OF SOUND presents

SGT REVERE’S
ELECTRIC RATTLESNAKE BAND with The Ditto Machine & The Powdered Wig Experience

ONE NIGHT ONLY ✿ STROBES BY CANDLELIGHT ✿ NO REFUNDS, NO REDCOATS

at the OLD NORTH CHURCH BALLROOM & LICENSED TEA ROOM, Gonzales-upon-Ether — doors at the second lantern — light show by the Committee of Correspondence & Vibrations — the minute the amps hum, you are a minuteman

ADMISSION: 3¢ · OR ONE ACT OF CIVIL DISOBEDIENCE · WIGS HALF PRICE
the walrus was the opening act. pass it on.
STUB No. 0076 — KEEP FOR THE HISTORIANS
File Copy

MIMEOGRAPHED SUPPLEMENT No. 7½

Run off at 2 a.m. on the machine in Sister Prudence's root cellar. If the ink smells like grape soda and secrets, it is genuine. If it smells like nothing, you are holding a GOVERNMENT COPY and should wave at it politely.

ITEMS: (1) The bonfire is moved to Saturday on account of the bonfire committee attending a different, rival bonfire. (2) The phrase “APPEAL TO HEAVEN” has been re-approved for banners, sails, and the backs of denim jackets. (3) A member has proposed we “get a web-site.” After eleven ballots and a fistfight about fonts, the motion CARRIED. It is, and we quote the minutes, COMING SOON.

REMINDER: the newsletter is not “late.” The newsletter is on its own schedule, like the comet, the locusts, and cousin Wendell.

this line printed upside-down to defeat photocopiers & bores

Prudence — save me a seat at the Midnight Hour, and don't let Ezekiel predict my weather again

TRUST THE PRISM. QUESTION THE RAINBOW.

liberty & lava lamps forever — T.

—  A D V E R T I S E M E N T  ·  PAID NOTICE  ·  BOUND INTO YOUR KEEPSAKE AT THE PUBLISHER’S DISCRETION  ·  TURN THE PAGE FOR REGULAR PROGRAMMING   —
ADVT.
✦ FROM THE BACK PAGES OF THE MIDNIGHT PATRIOT · NOVELTY DIVISION ✦
Behold! At Long Last!

The TEZ Dispenser

A Marvel of Patriotic Confection-Engineering
— dispenses ONE (1) wholesome tablet of holler-pressed candy per God-given thumb-flick —
TEZ TEZ REFILL SLEEVE TILT-BACK CRANIUM (the “character”) PATENTED HINGE O’ LIBERTY GENUINE HOLLER- PRESSED CANDY THUMB- ACTUATED SLIDE 13-TABLET MAGAZINE SPRING O’ PATRIOTIC TENSION EMBOSSED T·E·Z SEAL
FIG. 1 — THE TEZ, IN PATRIOTIC CUTAWAY · ACTUAL EAGLE NOT INCLUDED · NOT TO SCALE, NOR TO CODE
TIRED OF CANDY THAT JUST SITS THERE?

Friend, the tyranny of the loose peppermint is OVER. Behold the TEZ Dispenser — a stout little sentinel of sweetness that stands at attention on your mantel, tips its head back like a man taking the pledge, and delivers unto your waiting palm ONE (1) rectangular tablet of genuine holler-pressed candy. No spilling. No pocket-lint. No begging. Just a crisp, satisfying ker-CHONK and a treat, every single time, world without end.

Each dispenser is hand-loaded with a thirteen-tablet magazine — one for each Colony, one for the road, and a bakers’ allowance for what you eat while installing it. The thumb-actuated slide requires no batteries, no subscription, and no permission from anybody in a necktie.

WAS a whole nickel — NOW 3¢!
POSTPAID for THREE PENNIES

the head goes back, the candy comes up, the Republic endures. try it once & you’ll never go back to the loose life.

THUMB-TESTED

Collect All Thirteen Colonies!

gotta pop ’em all

A fresh head every fortnight, struck in the heroic novelty style. Twist off the cranium, snap on another, and reload the same trusty stem — one body, thirteen souls. Heads sold separately; disappointment sold at cost. Hover one, if your machine permits, and watch it tip its hat.

No. I TEZ The Don’t-Tread Rattler

Coiled, cranky, and correct. Hisses when you skip church.

No. II TEZ Ol’ Powder-Wig

A founding fellow. Dispenses candy and stern opinions on tea.

No. III TEZ The Liberty Belle

Cracked edition. Rings a little flat, means every word of it.

5¢ · cracked
No. IV TEZ The Bull Walrus

Goo goo g’joob. Was, allegedly, at Lexington in disguise.

No. V TEZ The Dark-Side Prism

Air-mail via the far side of the moon. The candy tastes like refraction.

13¢ · air-mail
No. VI TEZ The Tricorn Minuteman

Ready in a minute. Dispenses candy, then musters on the green.

COLLECT ALL THIRTEEN COLONIES the other seven heads are COMING SOON — the Editors are still whittlin’ the Postmaster ✌
· · · CLIP HERE · · ·

THE TEZ MAIL-ORDER COUPON

fill it in · clip it out · mail it off · wait by the box

Single TEZ Dispenser (assorted head, our choosing)
The Liberty Belle (cracked, rings anyhow)
The Dark-Side Prism (refracted, air-mail)13¢
Refill Sleeve — 13 tablets, pure corn-syrup
THE FULL SET OF THIRTEEN COLONIES29¢
Gentleman’s Reserve (adult; dispenses nothing)1 cigar
Postage, Handling & General Hollerin’
Name
Holler / Route
P.O. BoxColony
Head(s) Desired
Pennies Enclosed& a self-addressed Herald
SEND 3¢ & A SELF-ADDRESSED HERALD TO:
TEZ NOVELTIES
P.O. BOX 76 · FOX, ARKANSAS

Our Iron-Clad Pledge: your money back or your candy back — whichever you have left, no questions, no lawyers, no City Hall.

ALLOW SIX (6) TO EIGHT (8) WEEKS FOR DELIVERY · LONGER IF THE CREEK RISES · VOID WHERE PROHIBITED, BLESSED WHERE PERMITTED

MAILED FREE
AS SEEN IN THE BACK OF EVERY PATRIOT ZINE!★ SINCE MDCCLXXVI ★
It dispenses. What more do you want. ★★★★★ — a Satisfied Minute-Man, Stone County
My boy quit askin’ for candy and started sayin’ “ker-CHONK” instead. I call that a win. The Rattler’s his favorite. Mine too, Lord forgive me. ★★★★★ — Mrs. Alvey, who brought the beans
City Hall said the tilt-back action was “a munition.” I said it was a confection. We were both wrong; it’s a joy. Bought six. ★★★★★ — Deputy Clerk (off the record), Fox, AR
Refracted my candy clean into a rainbow. Ate the rainbow. Would refract again. ★★★★☆ — the Gonzales Free Lyceum (still reading the pamphlet)
21 & OVER
TEZ

The Gentleman’s Reserve

A Mature TEZ, For The Discerning Patriot

For the man who has everything except a reason to sit still, we present the deluxe adult edition. Twist back the top-hatted cranium and it dispenses… nothing but a moment of dignified disappointment — which, upon reflection, is exactly what it advertises and precisely what he needed.

Pairs handsomely with two fingers of brown liquor and one (1) honest cigar on the tailgate at dusk. No candy. No hurry. No phone. Just the porch, the crickets, and the quiet certainty that Christ is King and the candy is corn-syrup.

savor responsibly — the deluxe humidor edition is COMING SOON, Lord willin’

still · coming soon
SECTION C · THE BACK HALF NOBODY VOLUNTEERED FOR

The Doomer Dispatch

& PERMANENT-UNDERCLASS GAZETTE
“All The Despair Fit To Justify” · Est. the Tuesday I Realized · Price: One (1) Firm Handshake
THE WEATHER, ROUGHLY Overcast in the soul. High of “fine, I guess.” Chance of grilling: 100%. Foxtail pollen high. A cold front of bills moving in from City Hall.
INSIDE THIS DREAD Couch quotas that quote back · a barbell as a sacrament · a census of the guys · personals (self-inflicted) · Ordinance 76 · and one (1) stubborn candle.
A Bulletin For The Tired, The Broke & The Enormous

We Regret To Inform You That You Are Still Here, And So Are We

Filed from a folding chair behind the sectionals in Fox, Arkansas, by a furniture salesman who cannot get a date, cannot beat the commission floor, and has decided — against all available evidence — to keep showing up, keep lifting, keep grilling, and keep laughing about it. The website, like the rest of it, is COMING SOON.

the couch does not care about you — and that is somehow freeing?
PR today. crying later. schedule permitting.
Slaton’s Fine Furniture
— COMMISSION ONLY · NO BASE · NO MERCY —

The Sales-Floor Grind ReportWhere The Ottoman Is Spiritual Warfare

EMPLOYEE OF
THE MONTH
“Big” Dale Hutchins TOP CLOSER · 14 MONTHS RUNNING · 1 OF 1 EMPLOYEES

Awarded again, unanimously, by a vote of himself. Moved eleven sectionals, four recliners, and one (1) heart-of-his-own this quarter. Sleeps in the display bed some nights. Says it “shows initiative.”

Here is the theology of the floor, learned the hard way under fluorescent light: the couch does not care about you. The couch has never once asked how your day went. You will pour yourself into that couch — your patter, your posture, your one good tie — and the couch will be sold to a stranger and driven away in a truck, and you will keep exactly zero of it but the commission, and the commission is the only reason I have to get up, and it is a bad reason, and I laugh about it every single morning.

Management’s directive is simple: up-sell the ottoman. Not for the money. For the principle. Every ottoman moved is a small skirmish won against the encroaching dark. To add the matching ottoman is to plant a flag in the living room of a man who came in only for “something to watch the game on.” It is spiritual warfare, waged one throw-pillow at a time, and I am, God help me, extremely good at it.

“The showroom closes when the last soul is sold a sectional.” — posted above the time clock, laminated, slightly crooked
MONTHLY QUOTA11% · “on pace, sort of”

Slogan we are legally not allowed to use: “You’ll leave with the ottoman or you’ll leave a coward.” City Hall said it was “coercive.” The recliners agreed. Nobody asked the recliners.

P.S. — sold a loveseat to a man who reminded me of my father. did not mention it. added the ottoman.

The Doomer HoroscopeThe Stars Have Read Your Bank Statement & Sighed

Cast nightly from a lawn chair in Fox, Arkansas, using a star chart, a level of exhaustion, and one cigar. For entertainment and gentle self-roasting only. The future is fine. You are fine. Everything is fine.

ARIESthe rams, the ranters

Mars enters your fourth house of unfinished home projects. The deck you started in 2019 will remain a concept. You will, however, bench a lifetime best and tell no one who would care.

TAURUSthe stubborn, the sturdy

Venus suggests romance; your calendar suggests a double shift. You compromise by naming a barbell “Brenda.” Brenda never texts back either, but Brenda shows up.

GEMINIthe two guys in your head

Both of you agree the couch commission is a bad reason to live. Both of you clock in anyway. Mercury retrograde jams the credit card reader on your one good sale.

CANCERthe criers, the grillers

Deeply emotional this cycle. You will weep at a truck commercial, then smoke a brisket for eleven hours in penance. The brisket forgives you. The brisket always does.

LEOthe last of the big talkers

You crave attention; the universe offers you a name-tag. Wear it with dignity. Someone will call you “chief” today and you will feel, briefly, like a king of a very small country.

VIRGOthe ones with a spreadsheet

You have color-coded your despair. Admirable. Row 47 is “dating” and it is simply an unmerged cell. The stars recommend a walk. You recommend a set of squats. Squats win.

LIBRAthe balancers, the broke

Seeking equilibrium between rent and a haircut. Choose rent. City Hall raised a fee you have never heard of. You pay it. You always pay it. Christ is King; the invoice is Tuesday.

SCORPIOthe intense, the online

You have read too much Austrian economics for one lifetime and it shows at parties, of which you attend none. Mises would be proud. Nobody else has been asked.

SAGITTARIUSthe runners, the ramblers

Wanderlust strikes; gas is expensive; the holler is beautiful in October and free. Stay. Grill. The horizon out past Fox is doing just fine without your commentary.

CAPRICORNthe grinders, the goats

Saturn, your ruler and your accountant, approves of the extra shift. Disapproves of the joy you are not scheduling. Book a Sunday. Even goats rest. Even you.

AQUARIUSthe weird water boys

You will have a brilliant idea in the shower and forget it by the sales floor. It was, statistically, about the ottoman. It is always about the ottoman.

PISCESthe dreamers, the doomers

Neptune fogs your ambition into a nice warm nap. You dream of a girl, a porch, a paid-off truck. You wake up, lace the boots, and go be enormous about it instead.

✦   ✦   ✦
THE PERMANENT-UNDERCLASS CENSUS — FOX TOWNSHIP ENUMERATION, SHEET 76 OF 76
Enumerated Soul Trade Chief Cope Est. Loneliness (mHz) Bench (lb) Prospects
“Big” DaleSofa EvangelistWhisky, neat7,400315Denied by City Hall
Cousin VerlSmall-engine repairCigars & grievance6,100245Pending, spiritually
The Preacher’s NephewPart-time everythingScripture & squats4,900405Cautiously hopeful
Otis From The GymNight-shift stockerDeadlifts8,200500Unbothered, huge
The Author (me)Furniture, commissionAll of the above9,999285“COMING SOON”
A Man Named CletusReads von Mises aloudThe gold standard5,300225Zoned out of hope

* Loneliness measured in millihertz because it is a very slow, very steady wave. ** Bench figures self-reported and slightly aspirational, like all of us. *** “Prospects” column reviewed and stamped DECORATIVE by City Hall.

no replies (deserved)

The Lonesome PersonalsA Column I Write, Answer, And Cry About Alone

All entries below are me. The joke is on me. That is the whole bit.

SWM, ENORMOUS, SEEKS PATIENCE. Furniture salesman, 6'1" and getting wider on purpose, would like to take a nice woman to dinner but keeps scheduling a leg day directly on top of it. It is nobody’s fault but my own. Truly. I checked. it’s me. i’m the problem.
CAN DEADLIFT 495, CANNOT DEADLIFT A CONVERSATION. Will carry your groceries, your couch, and every single one of my own issues in one heroic trip. Have been told I “talk about the Federal Reserve a lot.” Working on it. Not hard. But working on it. REPLY BOX 12
GOD-FEARING, GAINS-SEEKING, GENERALLY TIRED. Loves the Lord, the smoker, and a good squat. Free most evenings, which is the problem and the point. Would trade one (1) sales commission for one (1) real conversation, and that is a terrible exchange rate, and I’d still take it.
SELF-AWARE TO A FAULT. I know exactly why I’m single: I put the barbell, the brisket, and the ledger ahead of ever leaving the holler. Not bitter. Not blaming a soul on this green earth. Just honest, and huge, and hopeful in a dumb stubborn way. still showing up though
ISO: SOMEONE TO SPLIT A RIB-EYE AND A SILENCE. No games. Cannot afford games; games have a cover charge and City Hall taxes fun. I will, however, grill for you until the neighbors get jealous. That is my one move. It is a good move. It has never once been used.
DENIED
NO·JOY·PERMITTED
OFFICE OF THE CITY HALL
DEPT. OF ORDINANCES, ZONING & GENERAL DISCOURAGEMENT

ORD. 76 §1. Whistling before noon is hereby a nuisance. Whistling after noon requires Permit 76-B, which is denied.

ORD. 76 §4. The bonfire cannon is, and shall remain, decorative. Any joy produced by said cannon is unpermitted and will be assessed.

ORD. 76 §9. Hope is re-zoned from Residential to Industrial and may only be manufactured off-hours, quietly, at the applicant’s own risk.

ORD. 76 §12. Grilling in the front yard where it might cheer a passing neighbor: PERMIT DENIED. Grilling out back where it helps no one: approved.

ORD. 76 §17. The applicant’s dream of a paid-off truck is filed under “Pending” and shall remain pending in perpetuity.

ORD. 76 §76. Fun, as broadly defined, is banned within the township limits of Fox. Exceptions: none. Appeals: also denied.

— recv’d, stamped & sighed at, /s/ The Clerk
The Coping Mechanisms Of Record. Two fingers of whisky, one cigar, on a porch that needs a coat of stain it will not get this year. This is not a solution and I do not claim it is one. It is a small warm ceremony a tired man holds for himself at the end of a long floor shift, and then he gets up tomorrow and does it all again, which is either madness or faith, and out here in Fox we have decided to call it faith. FILED UNDER: STUBBORN RESILIENCE · DO NOT ATTEMPT TO CHEER ME UP, IT’S WORKING
Christ Is King

And here, at the bottom of the last column, past the doom and the deadlifts and the denied permits, is the one thing City Hall cannot zone, tax, or stamp DECORATIVE: Sunday is coming. The bonfire dies down, the whisky glass goes empty, the smoker goes cold — and Sunday morning the tired man puts on his one good tie for a better reason than the sales floor, and he prays over the smoker, and he thanks God he is still stubbornly, ridiculously here.

He keeps grilling. He keeps lifting. He keeps showing up. Not because it fixed anything — but because the couch commission was never the reason after all, and out here in the holler we finally figured out Who was.

— a prayer said quietly over a cold smoker, Sunday after the bonfire, Fox, Arkansas —

THE PERFORATED ORDER PRESENTS

THE ELECTRIC
MINUTEMEN

with special guests

THE SONS OF LIBERTY BELL
& MADAME KALEIDOSCOPE’S TRAVELING PRISM CHOIR

ONE NIGHT ONLY ★ THE POWDER KEG BALLROOM

DOORS AT DUSK · MUSKETS IN THE CLOAKROOM · LIGHTS BY THE REFRACTION ACT
ADMISSION 3¢ OR ONE (1) HONEST PAMPHLET · NO REDCOATS (band members exempt)

Radio Free Parchment

SHORTWAVE 7.276 MHz · NIGHTLY · BRING YOUR OWN ANTENNA

19:00
Sign-on: fife, drum, 40 seconds of meaningful static
19:30
THE MIDNIGHT MIMEOGRAPH HOUR (early edition)
20:00
Stamp Prices & Grain Futures, read in a whisper
21:00
“Was the Walrus at Valley Forge?” — call-in, lines already busy
22:00
Backwards records: patriotic messages CONFIRMED
23:00
The Coming-Soon Report: what the Wall will become
23:59
Sign-off: cannon (recorded), lullaby (live)

if the dial glows, you're too close — E.F.

The Weekly Musket-BallPrice: 3¢ · Trust: Optional

WALRUS SPOTTED CROSSING THE DELAWARE

“It was barefoot and humming something in E minor,” swears decorated fife major — Ministry of Ephemera declines to deny it

Eyewitnesses at the riverbank describe a large, tusked gentleman proceeding westward across the ice “with tremendous purpose and no paperwork.” The creature reportedly paused mid-river, produced a poster stamp of itself, hinged it to the air, and continued on. Officials remind citizens that walruses cannot hold commissions in the Continental Army, to which the walrus reportedly replied “goo goo g’jour,” which our legal desk notes is neither a confirmation nor a denial. A commemorative issue is expected. Everything is expected. Watch this wall.

CONT’D ON PAGE 13 (there is no page 13)

CLASSIFIEDS

WANTED: One (1) cannonball, sentimental value only. Will trade prism, slightly haunted. Box 13.
FOR SALE: Powdered wig, powder included, opinions included, cannot be separated. Best offer.
LOST: The ninth snake segment. Answers to “New Hampshire.” Reward: 8¢ and an apology.
SEEKING: Pen pals with strong opinions on perforation gauges and/or the Crown. No redcoats. Serious inquiries only.
Coming Soon NOTICE: THIS VERY WALL is to become a WEBSITE. Full exhibition, all plates, the ledger, the wall, the works. First day of issue: SOON. Lick nothing until then.

COME AND
TAKE IT

REPLICA · ORIGINAL KEPT SOMEWHERE SAFER THAN THIS WALL

EXHIBIT A CLASSIFIED-ISH

AUTOGRAPHS & SUPERLATIVES — CLASS OF 1776 (REUNION ’69, RE-REUNION ’93)

The back page, where the album stops pretending to be organized.

H.A.G.S. — stay free ✦ Prudence see you at the bonfire, 1776 — Betsy don't let the redcoats change you 2 legit 2 secede — the ditto room gang yours in perforation, E.F. the walrus signed my copy. jealous? never lick the rattler!! John Handcock 2 COOL 2 BE TAXED stay electric, Sparky ⚡ (sorry about your eyebrows) KEEP CIRCULATING THE PAMPHLETS goo goo g’joob forever. the walrus was me. it was me the whole time. — M.W. one if by land, two if by sea, three if u want a ride to the reunion — Paul R. sssssssss — Jeremiah (dictated) Liberty forever, detention never — Sam A. End the Fed — see you Tuesday — the Corresponding Sec’y grill anyway ★ Cousin Verl ✟ Christ is King ✟ don’t tread on my brisket — the Pitmaster City Hall can’t zone the holler 495 x 1 today. told nobody who’d care. huge about it. — Otis