Johnny Bell, a reporter for the
Clarion, expected to get a story out of Pop Keller’s
Curiosity Shop. What he didn’t expect to find were a blonde who looks like Betty Grable who
cons him into buying a used time machine.
This was a $25 contest winner story, but
Harrison, 23 at the time and living in Portland, Oregon, never published another story.
But the strangest thing he had ever seen was the queer-looking mechanical apparatus in
the center of the window. Johnny Bell’s gray eyes narrowed in perplexity as he read the
advertising card atop it:
TIME
MACHINE
FOR SALE—CHEAP