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The Science Fiction Fan, v. 4, issue 5, whole no. 41, December 1939
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10 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - FAN MY YEARS IN THE FAN FIELD OR WHY PEOPLE POINT AT ME OR HOW IT FEELS TO BE SEVENTEEN OR PART 1 By Jack Gillespie It all began sometime in 1937, when I joined the Science-Fiction League. Joining the League, as you may know, means getting one's name and address in the S.F.L. column and that might mean, at least it might mean in 1937, getting sent to you a throwaway copy of Stickney's AMATEUR CORRESPONDENT. The Amateur Correspondent thrilled me beyond words, just beyond words, and as a result I subscribed to every fan mag I could find advertisements for. One of these magazines happened to be a small printed thing put out by Dick Wilson, and that precipitated a correspondence. I remember distinctly my mother saying to me in soothing tones after I had written my first letter to Wilson,"But Jack, do you think he, the editor of a magazine, will reply?" Well, he, the editor of a magazine did reply and that's why I am where I am today, hah! A frenzied correspondence with Wilson led to a visit and an invitation to visit the Sunday meeting of the New York Fantasy Association. This was sometime in October. The N.Y.F.A. came as an outgrowth of the Phantasy Legion Guild which came as an outgrowth of the Phantasy Legion, but don't quote me. Well, anyhow I went to Burford's house that Sunday climbed a few flights of stairs and hesitated for about ten minutes outside the door, principally because the door had no bell to it, but a little screw which made a noise when one turned it. As
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10 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - FAN MY YEARS IN THE FAN FIELD OR WHY PEOPLE POINT AT ME OR HOW IT FEELS TO BE SEVENTEEN OR PART 1 By Jack Gillespie It all began sometime in 1937, when I joined the Science-Fiction League. Joining the League, as you may know, means getting one's name and address in the S.F.L. column and that might mean, at least it might mean in 1937, getting sent to you a throwaway copy of Stickney's AMATEUR CORRESPONDENT. The Amateur Correspondent thrilled me beyond words, just beyond words, and as a result I subscribed to every fan mag I could find advertisements for. One of these magazines happened to be a small printed thing put out by Dick Wilson, and that precipitated a correspondence. I remember distinctly my mother saying to me in soothing tones after I had written my first letter to Wilson,"But Jack, do you think he, the editor of a magazine, will reply?" Well, he, the editor of a magazine did reply and that's why I am where I am today, hah! A frenzied correspondence with Wilson led to a visit and an invitation to visit the Sunday meeting of the New York Fantasy Association. This was sometime in October. The N.Y.F.A. came as an outgrowth of the Phantasy Legion Guild which came as an outgrowth of the Phantasy Legion, but don't quote me. Well, anyhow I went to Burford's house that Sunday climbed a few flights of stairs and hesitated for about ten minutes outside the door, principally because the door had no bell to it, but a little screw which made a noise when one turned it. As
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