Jazz Age Wednesdays — In the Pip of Time

Wednesday, August 28, 2019

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Young Lucille Ball as Pip

Welcome back to Jazz Age Wednesdays.  I planned to do a cover reveal today, but something came up to take me out of the blogosphere for a day.  So instead, I’m sharing a short story I wrote two years ago.

Back then one of author John W. Howell‘s hilarious lists of what not to do gave me the “things” for this story.  Those random things for this pantser story were Counterfeiting, Timeand Hollywood.

This is a “hump day” rerun of a short adventure with our flapper, Pip.  She’s at the Bijou Theatre, and things get weird…

In the Pip of Time


“Aelita, Queen of Mars” was playing at the Bijou Theatre.  I was brand new in town and my pal Alastair Wong invited me to go to the show with a group of his friends.  However, the friends cancelled. 

To my surprise, Granny Phanny and Dr. Veronica Vale took the tickets.  At first I couldn’t understand why they would want to see a science fiction film about a soldier, an inventor, and a police informant taking the first flight to Mars.

Veronica reminded Alastair and me that she and Granny had been, and basically would always be suffragettes.  They encouraged films with strong female characters.  Of course, in this story, Aelita is not what she at first seemed and things end badly for her.  Nonetheless she was a strong character and the two older women wanted to see the show.

Afterward, Granny and Veronica were still animatedly discussing the story as we walked out of the Bijou.  Alastair and I were fascinated by the Hollywood “movie magic” that created the Martian city and the spaceship.  As you might expect, our discussion was more whimsical than that of the older generation.

“What if somebody from Mars came here?” Alastair pondered.


I always got a kick out of Alastair’s mildly British accent.  So I was already smiling when I told him Martians would have a tough time fitting in with humans.  It was doubtful that anybody would think they were the bee’s knees! 

A man wearing a bizarre metal hat and strange clothes burst out of the theater.  He tried to close a fancy briefcase as he ran.  Several bills flew out of it.  He grabbed most of them, but I noticed the breeze took one over to a planter.  The man just kept running until he rounded the corner of the Bijou.

Out of curiosity, Alastair and I followed him to the dead end alley behind the theater.  We backed against the wall, when a moment later a woman ran after him.  She had pointy cone shaped things over her ears.  Though no one was with her, she spoke as if in conversation with someone.  She held something that must have been a large gun, although it didn’t look quite like any shooter I’d ever seen.  She pointed it at the man and yelled for him to stop.

Gods_of_Mars-1918 Edgar Rice Burroughs

Then she fired the gun — I think.  At least she pointed it and seemed to shoot it, but I didn’t see it do anything.  However, the trash can six feet ahead of the guy exploded.  He looked at her fearfully, but he kept running.  So she threw a whirling thingamajig at his feet, causing him to fall.

The woman jumped on him, with her knee in his back, pinning him to the ground.  She muttered something about “low-life securities thief.”  He grunted at the pressure from her knee.

Then she spotted Alastair and me.  We shrank further against the wall.  The odd gun looked even bigger when she pointed it at us.  That bearcat had a fierce glare, I can tell you.  To my astonishment she abruptly started laughing.

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“I could warn you not to tell anyone what you just saw,” she stopped chortling long enough to say.  “But if you did, they’d think you were insane.”

Still chuckling, she touched one of the pointy cones that covered her ears.  She and the man disappeared into thin air!  It was as if they had never been there at all — except for the exploded remains of the trash can.

Alastair and I exchanged wide eyed looks, speechless.  He made an obviously uncomfortable attempt at laughing.

“Those Hollywood types.  They’ll do anything to promote a film.”

“But there was nobody to see that but us,” I managed to say, though it was more of a squeak.  “It wouldn’t be much of a promo.”

I headed back around the corner, remembering the paper that fell out of the odd man’s briefcase.  The man had missed one and I saw it land in a planter.  I plucked it out of the greenery.

“That looks like mazuma,” Alastair whispered.  “Cash money!  But it’s not any currency I’ve ever seen.  Maybe it’s counterfeit.”

Inspecting it closely I nodded and turned the paper over to read both sides.  “It says ‘Federal Reserve Note’ but you’re right.  It must be counterfeit.  It’s odd looking, but even if it was from some other country, they’ve got the date wrong.  It says 2419.  As if maybe somebody transposed the date.”

Alastair and I continued to stare at one another.  Now and then one or the other of us would take a breath, start to say something, and then shrug mutely.

Finally I summoned the only words I could.  “I wouldn’t mind getting spifflicated about now.”

Alastair agreed.

The end.


1920s Man on Moon Drinking

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57 thoughts on “Jazz Age Wednesdays — In the Pip of Time

    1. Granny is a fun character to write, Lavinia. I got to develop her a little more in A Ghost in the Kitchen — which I’m working hard to finish “bookizing” and launch this coming weekend. Thanks for reading and commenting. You’re the cat’s pajamas!

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  1. Sorry to be late to the party, or the shootout. I’m not sure how I missed this. I was very happy to see Alastair Wong again. I love your characters, Teagan and when they show up, unexpected, it brings a bit of joy to my heart. I know, I know, it’s a story, but…

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    1. Dan, there’s no such thing as late here. Your comment gives me the warm fuzzies. Thank you. I’m quite fond of both the Alastairs (young and elder). One day I want to write a story for Pip as a “grown up” maybe in her 40s or so. But I can’t decide who I’d pair her off with (since in that era she would surely have been paired with someone). Andy? or Alastair? Of course Dabney Daniels could have a change of heart, and then there’s Hank Hertz and his crush on Pip. Maybe even Frankie reforms himself and comes back… But I’m partial to either Alastair or Andy.
      Have a wonderful holiday weekend. You’re the cat’s pajamas!

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    1. It’s good to see you, Michael. Thanks for reading and commenting. It is fascinating to see old film footage from back then, and the things they thought the future would bring. Now our only expectation of the “space” of the future is aliens coming to eat us for dinner. o_O LOL.
      You’re the cat’s pajamas, my friend.

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      1. Oh, do you really think so, about the aliens wishes? 😉 I would have more fear conquering the space the Chinese will eat up all aliens. A Chinese friend of mine always said: Chinese are eating all beside bicycles and airplanes. Lol Best wishes, Michael

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    1. Haha! You slayed me, Joanne. I admit I’ve had some weird things in my life. Thankfully no gun toting space aliens…. Yet. I’m not all that far from Roswell, so who knows. 😀
      I appreciate you reading and commenting. You’re the oyster’s earrings!


  2. I’m not a real science fiction fan, but I liked this fanciful story. It was a fun read and not quite beyond believable!! I don’t know how you keep all your stories straight…..your mind runs off in so many directions. I would have a never-ending migraine! ☺️😉😜

    Happy Hump Day Teagan.
    🐾Ginger 🐾

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    1. Thanks so much Ginger! This story is from what I call the “Pip-verse”. She has several stories, and I’m trying to get her third book ready. The 1920s was actually a fascinating time for technology development, and the (approximate) beginning of science fiction movies.
      Ouch re migraines! I do get them, but always from the real world, not the ones in my imagination. 😉 Thanks for visiting. You’re the oyster’s earrings! (Yes, that’s a good thing.)


  3. I know I keep saying all your stories are my favorites but it’s true! I love this period and the beginnings of cinema, I love Pip and her friends, and you always find gorgeous illustrations. Thanks, Teagan, and have a fabulous day!

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