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Fantasite, v. 1, issue 5, September 1941
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Be home tomorrow?" I throw two pieces of cake on his tray -- glancing about first to check the location of the cooks -- and say, "All day. Come on up. Barrack 726." He nods -- grabs some bread from the next stop in line and runs for a table. All of a sudden it occurs to me that I still don't know his name. "Hey -- !" I yell waving a spatula. "What the hell," inquires the next customer, taking a piece of cake out of his hair, "do you think you're doing? (Scene Three) Today I stay in barrack all day holding the bunk down. No Egg-beater. Comes five o'clock and still no Egg-beater. I am ravenous from no meals. Though a thunder-storm is in full swing I crawl into my G-I raincoat, strap on my water-wings, and take off for the mess hall. I eat very poor chow. I come back to 726 convinced of the incompetence of army books, the uselessness of the G I raincoat and the insanity of its inventor. Mouthing foul epithets I slither out of it and make to throw it on my bunk. But hold! You've guessed it -- Egg-beater!!! At last I have him. "Just who are you, friend?" I inquire. "Don Conners," he says sticking out his paw. "Did you hear from Bronson?" "God yes," I mutter. "I've got a Fantasite here someplace. Also some stuff from Evans and a Le Zombie or two. Have you seen the latest UNK? What did you think of my little job in Wonder? Oh." He sat down and we started. I'm glad he came -- I met one very nice guy even if it did take me two months to learn his name. I really like Fantasite. Especially I like Squanchfoot and the "Hams and Pros" which Gilbert and Jenkins do nicely. Fantascripts, too, fills a niche of its own. Speaking of Hams and Pros -- I was unfortunate enough to miss Merritt's "Metal Monster," I wanted desperately to read it. I intend trying to get it from Munsey's. ((There's a lot more to this letter but unfortunately, we can't allow it any more space this issue.)) Bill's address: Pvt. W. J. Brudy, 34th School Squadron, Scott Field, Illinois. He's probably graduated by now, however, and we don't know his new address as yet. Next a couple of excerpts from letters about #3, which were also crowded out of the July issue. ROBERT J MASTELL Enjoyed The Fantasite very much. Keep Tucker's column. Ask him to give us the latest dope on the new books. Keeps Hams and Pros by all means. How about putting down some dates? You might also rate each mag with a letter: Masterpiece -- M; excellent -- E; very good -- G; and so forth. 2611-6th Ave. E., Hibbing, Minn. ------------------------------------ RAJOCZ Am very rushed now, so will use the Warner-Youd rating system. Give the front cover a nine; it is good. "Fanta-Notes" are fair, but only worth a 6.5. Jacobi gets an eight, Tucker and either point five. "Fantasy Factory" is a weird, but it is nevertheless worth a seven. ------------------------------------ A couple of longer letters now, which just managed to make the deadline -- and get squeezed into the dummy. An MFS'er is first: SAM RUSSELL The cover ((July)), of course, is splendiferous; it's definitely reminiscent of Astounding's astronomical covers, and the looming ball of Saturn has a live, three-dimensional quality, probably enhanced by the diagonal line strokes of the sky. The fronstispiece by Bob Jones is good, too, though drawings of that sort that seem like live illustrations from stories ought to be accompanied by a bit of explanation, it seems to me; it would help one's appreciation of the picture if the artist were to write a paragraph or so, in perhaps
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Be home tomorrow?" I throw two pieces of cake on his tray -- glancing about first to check the location of the cooks -- and say, "All day. Come on up. Barrack 726." He nods -- grabs some bread from the next stop in line and runs for a table. All of a sudden it occurs to me that I still don't know his name. "Hey -- !" I yell waving a spatula. "What the hell," inquires the next customer, taking a piece of cake out of his hair, "do you think you're doing? (Scene Three) Today I stay in barrack all day holding the bunk down. No Egg-beater. Comes five o'clock and still no Egg-beater. I am ravenous from no meals. Though a thunder-storm is in full swing I crawl into my G-I raincoat, strap on my water-wings, and take off for the mess hall. I eat very poor chow. I come back to 726 convinced of the incompetence of army books, the uselessness of the G I raincoat and the insanity of its inventor. Mouthing foul epithets I slither out of it and make to throw it on my bunk. But hold! You've guessed it -- Egg-beater!!! At last I have him. "Just who are you, friend?" I inquire. "Don Conners," he says sticking out his paw. "Did you hear from Bronson?" "God yes," I mutter. "I've got a Fantasite here someplace. Also some stuff from Evans and a Le Zombie or two. Have you seen the latest UNK? What did you think of my little job in Wonder? Oh." He sat down and we started. I'm glad he came -- I met one very nice guy even if it did take me two months to learn his name. I really like Fantasite. Especially I like Squanchfoot and the "Hams and Pros" which Gilbert and Jenkins do nicely. Fantascripts, too, fills a niche of its own. Speaking of Hams and Pros -- I was unfortunate enough to miss Merritt's "Metal Monster," I wanted desperately to read it. I intend trying to get it from Munsey's. ((There's a lot more to this letter but unfortunately, we can't allow it any more space this issue.)) Bill's address: Pvt. W. J. Brudy, 34th School Squadron, Scott Field, Illinois. He's probably graduated by now, however, and we don't know his new address as yet. Next a couple of excerpts from letters about #3, which were also crowded out of the July issue. ROBERT J MASTELL Enjoyed The Fantasite very much. Keep Tucker's column. Ask him to give us the latest dope on the new books. Keeps Hams and Pros by all means. How about putting down some dates? You might also rate each mag with a letter: Masterpiece -- M; excellent -- E; very good -- G; and so forth. 2611-6th Ave. E., Hibbing, Minn. ------------------------------------ RAJOCZ Am very rushed now, so will use the Warner-Youd rating system. Give the front cover a nine; it is good. "Fanta-Notes" are fair, but only worth a 6.5. Jacobi gets an eight, Tucker and either point five. "Fantasy Factory" is a weird, but it is nevertheless worth a seven. ------------------------------------ A couple of longer letters now, which just managed to make the deadline -- and get squeezed into the dummy. An MFS'er is first: SAM RUSSELL The cover ((July)), of course, is splendiferous; it's definitely reminiscent of Astounding's astronomical covers, and the looming ball of Saturn has a live, three-dimensional quality, probably enhanced by the diagonal line strokes of the sky. The fronstispiece by Bob Jones is good, too, though drawings of that sort that seem like live illustrations from stories ought to be accompanied by a bit of explanation, it seems to me; it would help one's appreciation of the picture if the artist were to write a paragraph or so, in perhaps
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