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Spaceways, v. 4, issue 2, January 1942
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10 SPACEWAYS THE LOG OF THE FOOFOO SPECIAL get around just a little of everything, but had to give it up with several species of comestibles still unsampled, and my belt unloosened to the last notch. Things were just getting cleaned up, and Milty and Clyde (Ross' big brother) were taking turns on the piano when the CSFL started to arrive. First there was Director Dale Tarr, then Kay Benton, and after that I lost track, but about five or six more came in, including a couple of fellows from across the river in Kentucky, making seven states represented at the gathering, including Washington, D. C. We gabbed and gabbed and every once in a while our little band would gather near the door and make a rush for it, but we were always grabbed and hauled back to gab some more. After playing cat-and-mouse with us for hours, we were finally allowed to get back in the car after nightfall, and after another half-hour of parting quips and instructions on how not to lose our way, we departed and promptly became lost. We found our route shortly, tho, and spent some time discussing the marvelousness of fan hospitality. It's really unbelievable. We left Ohio about midnite, crossing the river into West Virginia, where we promptly paid exorbitant prices for gas. Then we ran into incredibly long stretches of torn-up highway, and a true confession period set in as we ambled along about 25. Milty ended it by shocking us. July 11th--Dawn foundus in the midst of the mountains. Morning mist obscured everything and it was particularly incongruous to be traveling thru the wildest country we had yet seen; and then suddenly come upon a gigantic steel mill, roaring away full blast, there in the midst of the wilderness. As the sun burned the mist away, the night chill that had kept me awake passed,and I became woozier and woozier, finally surrendering the wheel to Moneybags and climbing into the back seat, where I immediately became wide awake and wrestled with Bob and Rusty for a half-hour. We pulled into Tallwood Plantation late int he afternoon, and Russell popped out of the shrubbery with two beautiful collies to greet us. With the exception of Milty, who had been there before, we all gawked about with our mouths open and our bare faces hanging out, taking in our first view of a really truly southern plantation "just like you see in the movies". We were placed in the "cottage", which turned out to be a young mansion of eight or ten enormous rooms, where we cleaned up, and then went to the "house". Egad. We saw only the ground floor, but that was almost enough in which to get lost. We played ping-pong on the back veranda until supper was ready. To my chagrin, Russell beat me three out of four, but I had a lack-of-practice alibi to fall back on, which leaves me still convinced I am the better player in the long run. My beard was universally censured, antho everybody was too polite to say anything. I can't understand it. It was such a nice beard.... Supper. Yum. Baked Virginia ham, yams, and home grown, extra succulent corn-on-the-cob. Mah mouf air dribblin' lak a houn' dawg roun' a sassenger mill, right now, just thinkin' about it. More p-p after supper with nancy Chauvenet and I teaming up against Russ and Milty, whilst Rusty and Bob strained their alleged brains over a game of chess. Moneybags snoozed. Then a gabfest in Russ' room, and a look-see at his collection, then off to bed early in the "cottage". July 12--We were up at nine, had a scrumptious breakfast, and after a pix taking session, bid good-bye to Russ and Nancy, who were heading for Ventnor City, New Jersey, that afternoon, where Russ intended to take in a chess tournament. He had just won the championship of the southern states, a feat of which he is justly proud. When we went to load up our weary metal steed once more, great was our surprise to find it all dusted and cleaned out, looking chipper as the day we started. This southern hospitality is all the legends say of it and more. We made Washington around three o'clock, and had a chance to see more of the sights than when we had come thru before. No stops were made, but we rubbered at the Washington Monument, Lincoln Memorial, Capitol Building, and beau-
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10 SPACEWAYS THE LOG OF THE FOOFOO SPECIAL get around just a little of everything, but had to give it up with several species of comestibles still unsampled, and my belt unloosened to the last notch. Things were just getting cleaned up, and Milty and Clyde (Ross' big brother) were taking turns on the piano when the CSFL started to arrive. First there was Director Dale Tarr, then Kay Benton, and after that I lost track, but about five or six more came in, including a couple of fellows from across the river in Kentucky, making seven states represented at the gathering, including Washington, D. C. We gabbed and gabbed and every once in a while our little band would gather near the door and make a rush for it, but we were always grabbed and hauled back to gab some more. After playing cat-and-mouse with us for hours, we were finally allowed to get back in the car after nightfall, and after another half-hour of parting quips and instructions on how not to lose our way, we departed and promptly became lost. We found our route shortly, tho, and spent some time discussing the marvelousness of fan hospitality. It's really unbelievable. We left Ohio about midnite, crossing the river into West Virginia, where we promptly paid exorbitant prices for gas. Then we ran into incredibly long stretches of torn-up highway, and a true confession period set in as we ambled along about 25. Milty ended it by shocking us. July 11th--Dawn foundus in the midst of the mountains. Morning mist obscured everything and it was particularly incongruous to be traveling thru the wildest country we had yet seen; and then suddenly come upon a gigantic steel mill, roaring away full blast, there in the midst of the wilderness. As the sun burned the mist away, the night chill that had kept me awake passed,and I became woozier and woozier, finally surrendering the wheel to Moneybags and climbing into the back seat, where I immediately became wide awake and wrestled with Bob and Rusty for a half-hour. We pulled into Tallwood Plantation late int he afternoon, and Russell popped out of the shrubbery with two beautiful collies to greet us. With the exception of Milty, who had been there before, we all gawked about with our mouths open and our bare faces hanging out, taking in our first view of a really truly southern plantation "just like you see in the movies". We were placed in the "cottage", which turned out to be a young mansion of eight or ten enormous rooms, where we cleaned up, and then went to the "house". Egad. We saw only the ground floor, but that was almost enough in which to get lost. We played ping-pong on the back veranda until supper was ready. To my chagrin, Russell beat me three out of four, but I had a lack-of-practice alibi to fall back on, which leaves me still convinced I am the better player in the long run. My beard was universally censured, antho everybody was too polite to say anything. I can't understand it. It was such a nice beard.... Supper. Yum. Baked Virginia ham, yams, and home grown, extra succulent corn-on-the-cob. Mah mouf air dribblin' lak a houn' dawg roun' a sassenger mill, right now, just thinkin' about it. More p-p after supper with nancy Chauvenet and I teaming up against Russ and Milty, whilst Rusty and Bob strained their alleged brains over a game of chess. Moneybags snoozed. Then a gabfest in Russ' room, and a look-see at his collection, then off to bed early in the "cottage". July 12--We were up at nine, had a scrumptious breakfast, and after a pix taking session, bid good-bye to Russ and Nancy, who were heading for Ventnor City, New Jersey, that afternoon, where Russ intended to take in a chess tournament. He had just won the championship of the southern states, a feat of which he is justly proud. When we went to load up our weary metal steed once more, great was our surprise to find it all dusted and cleaned out, looking chipper as the day we started. This southern hospitality is all the legends say of it and more. We made Washington around three o'clock, and had a chance to see more of the sights than when we had come thru before. No stops were made, but we rubbered at the Washington Monument, Lincoln Memorial, Capitol Building, and beau-
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