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Le Zombie, v. 5, issue 4, whole no. 51, January 1943

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INVENTORY DEPT: Running a "fan hotel" as we do (or as we did, rather; the past-tense is now in order) we expected to meet a lot of odd creatures wandering thru the doors, and we were not disappointed. Some of the "things" that came to spend a meal or a night in our domicle could model for Bok as a sideline. Such a collection of two-legged beasties we never hope to meet on a dark night!
But as we say, we more or less expected that. What we didn't look for was the strange assortment of belongings they left behind them. We have on file, in our "lost and found" drawer, the following items left behind by visiting fans during 1942:
Several prozines, one or two fanzines, a pair of woolen gloves, a woolen sleveless sweater, an undershirt, and a pair of undershorts (!) Oh yes---and a pair of loudly-striped woolen socks, size 11 1/2, which we are now wearing. We have been waiting hopefully for something fancy in the lingerie line, but so far without success. 
Losers may have above articles by paying for this ad and sending sufficient postage to mail items to you. (All except sox--they fit.)
LEZ-ETTES
Chapter 1: Yellowstone
Chapter 2: Geyser
Chapter 3: 'Spurty
Chapter 1: Elf
Chapter 2: Trumpet-flower
Chapter 3: Jive
Chapter 1: Space-suit
Chapter 2: Itch
Chapter 3: !*&$%!
Chapter 1: Mid-Pacific
Chapter 2: Cover over-board
Chapter 3: Mu!
LETS LOOK AT THE RECORD DEPT: Away back when the draft was something new in these United States all fandom held its collective breath waiting to see who would be "the first to go". We easily remember the lil sensation that was created when when Fantasy News rushed to press with the news that Jimmy Taurasi had received his papers and would be well on his way overseas any day now. That was more than a year ago. T'other Jimmy has received his papers again and is apt to be drafted any day now. There's something ironic in that. You find it.
STATISTICS DEPT: Looking thru our war files we find fans engaged in an amazing number of army jobs. There are 12 fans in the air forces, at least 3 of which are flyers, the remainder being ground crew; Coast & field artillery claims the next largest number: 8 at home and abroad; there are 2 aircraft spotters; 2 typewriter jockeys; 2 with medical detachments; 2 in the signal corps; 3 with quartermaster and ordnance outfits; 1 engineer; 1 chemical man; 1 tank man; 1 parachute trooper; and at least 3 just plain infantry---musket nurses to you. The Navy has 3; and the Coast Guard and Marines each one. Correction: the Marines now have 2. (These figures as of early December, 1942.)
IN ADDITION DEPT: There is one fan with the Merchant Marine, and one in a C.O. camp. These figures of course don't begin to account for all the names listed in our War Dept. We simply lack information on them.
FAME DEPT: At long last LeZ owns a Coat-of Arms, executed by that past master of Heraldry, Al Ashley, embodying a spaceship, a tomahawk, and an image of Pong. The motto is "Ad Infernum". If interested, see page 36 of the first issue (December 1941) of Nova.

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5 INVENTORY DEPT: Running a "fan hotel" as we do (or as we did, rather; the past-tense is now in order) we expected to meet a lot of odd creatures wandering thru the doors, and we were not disappointed. Some of the "things" that came to spend a meal or a night in our domicle could model for Bok as a sideline. Such a collection of two-legged beasties we never hope to meet on a dark night! But as we say, we more or less expected that. What we didn't look for was the strange assortment of belongings they left behind them. We have on file, in our "lost and found" drawer, the following items left behind by visiting fans during 1942: Several prozines, one or two fanzines, a pair of woolen gloves, a woolen sleveless sweater, an undershirt, and a pair of undershorts (!) Oh yes---and a pair of loudly-striped woolen socks, size 11 1/2, which we are now wearing. We have been waiting hopefully for something fancy in the lingerie line, but so far without success. Losers may have above articles by paying for this ad and sending sufficient postage to mail items to you. (All except sox--they fit.) LEZ-ETTES Chapter 1: Yellowstone Chapter 2: Geyser Chapter 3: 'Spurty Chapter 1: Elf Chapter 2: Trumpet-flower Chapter 3: Jive Chapter 1: Space-suit Chapter 2: Itch Chapter 3: !*&$%! Chapter 1: Mid-Pacific Chapter 2: Cover over-board Chapter 3: Mu! LETS LOOK AT THE RECORD DEPT: Away back when the draft was something new in these United States all fandom held its collective breath waiting to see who would be "the first to go". We easily remember the lil sensation that was created when when Fantasy News rushed to press with the news that Jimmy Taurasi had received his papers and would be well on his way overseas any day now. That was more than a year ago. T'other Jimmy has received his papers again and is apt to be drafted any day now. There's something ironic in that. You find it. STATISTICS DEPT: Looking thru our war files we find fans engaged in an amazing number of army jobs. There are 12 fans in the air forces, at least 3 of which are flyers, the remainder being ground crew; Coast & field artillery claims the next largest number: 8 at home and abroad; there are 2 aircraft spotters; 2 typewriter jockeys; 2 with medical detachments; 2 in the signal corps; 3 with quartermaster and ordnance outfits; 1 engineer; 1 chemical man; 1 tank man; 1 parachute trooper; and at least 3 just plain infantry---musket nurses to you. The Navy has 3; and the Coast Guard and Marines each one. Correction: the Marines now have 2. (These figures as of early December, 1942.) IN ADDITION DEPT: There is one fan with the Merchant Marine, and one in a C.O. camp. These figures of course don't begin to account for all the names listed in our War Dept. We simply lack information on them. FAME DEPT: At long last LeZ owns a Coat-of Arms, executed by that past master of Heraldry, Al Ashley, embodying a spaceship, a tomahawk, and an image of Pong. The motto is "Ad Infernum". If interested, see page 36 of the first issue (December 1941) of Nova.