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National Fantasy Fan, v. 7, issue 4, August 1948

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HE ain't there, but the Mrs. makes us "to home", and shows us what's to be seen.  And there's plenty!  (Now, Harry, don't run of tho track yet - remember you've still got to describe Doc Barrett's Col location.)

Darrell C. Richardson does have a right fair collection.  Russ and I kept staving off imminent ogo-plot be reminding each other of all the --or, all the, that is -- well, some rare items we have that we didn't see.  To tell the trouth, boys, the books are many., but not over whelming - but the magaines - oh man!  We managed to dig up the fact that we doesn't have any Unusual Stories.  And is that all he doesn't have?  Yes, that's all.  Has some repulsive originals sotting around, too.  I couldn't stand to look at 'em for such than a fleeting glance at a time.

My drooling made such a slop, if I did.

So we went out and ate and came back for a very, very enjoyable and stimulating 3 days.  That night to a fanzas at Charlie Tanner's, with Dale Tarr, Duke Henslee, and several others.  Yours truly betraying knowledge of certain dubious ditties, promptly found myself planked down in front of a recorder, and told to produce.  And was y.t. ever in lousy voice!  By that time in the evening, some unhappy shrimp, far from their native La., were registering complaints, after finding themselves inside of an acquaintance (me), and the complaints combining with Tanner's pipe were getting their cater in a "l" condition - (I think Tanner smokes the after-births of mammies - anyway, on the way back the shrimp left, and started for home again, via the Ohio river.)  The talk before it got shunted into filthy stories, mostly around the financial status of the N.F.F.F.  It seems that, since bankruptcy of the first lidder on the "Hart" printing job, no offers anywhere near as low had been found, so that the difference will have to be made up out of the treasury,  since we are defintley committed to the venture.  Dale stated flatly that even a complete sellout would leave $155 to be made up, and that this will leave no money for anything else at all.  So if you see this in print in 1948, you'll know that a miracle or a desperate act has taken place.

Twas just as well that the shrimp got in their licks no later, cause we arrived back at Richardson's after midnight, very shamefully to find the good Rev. waiting up to let us in.  

Next day to lunch with Don Ford and wife, and look over his Burroughs and Tiffany Thayer collection.  He's disillusioned with magazines and so has given 'em the heave-ho.  But he has grudgingly allowed an "Outsider" to remain - intruding on his main pashun.

After lunch rushed furiously back to Cincy to inspect some bookstores learned of, and found it a big, and not too rewarding task - those Cincy boys are too hop, and they apparently got there, too.  We gradually accumulated a nice list of books, ever a period of a week, during which we moved to Dr. Barretts, and took to Bellefontaine, Ohio to brouse.

(Ed.note - and so we leave Harry in his hight of glory, or --)

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HE ain't there, but the Mrs. makes us "to home", and shows us what's to be seen. And there's plenty! (Now, Harry, don't run of tho track yet - remember you've still got to describe Doc Barrett's Col location.) Darrell C. Richardson does have a right fair collection. Russ and I kept staving off imminent ogo-plot be reminding each other of all the --or, all the, that is -- well, some rare items we have that we didn't see. To tell the trouth, boys, the books are many., but not over whelming - but the magaines - oh man! We managed to dig up the fact that we doesn't have any Unusual Stories. And is that all he doesn't have? Yes, that's all. Has some repulsive originals sotting around, too. I couldn't stand to look at 'em for such than a fleeting glance at a time. My drooling made such a slop, if I did. So we went out and ate and came back for a very, very enjoyable and stimulating 3 days. That night to a fanzas at Charlie Tanner's, with Dale Tarr, Duke Henslee, and several others. Yours truly betraying knowledge of certain dubious ditties, promptly found myself planked down in front of a recorder, and told to produce. And was y.t. ever in lousy voice! By that time in the evening, some unhappy shrimp, far from their native La., were registering complaints, after finding themselves inside of an acquaintance (me), and the complaints combining with Tanner's pipe were getting their cater in a "l" condition - (I think Tanner smokes the after-births of mammies - anyway, on the way back the shrimp left, and started for home again, via the Ohio river.) The talk before it got shunted into filthy stories, mostly around the financial status of the N.F.F.F. It seems that, since bankruptcy of the first lidder on the "Hart" printing job, no offers anywhere near as low had been found, so that the difference will have to be made up out of the treasury, since we are defintley committed to the venture. Dale stated flatly that even a complete sellout would leave $155 to be made up, and that this will leave no money for anything else at all. So if you see this in print in 1948, you'll know that a miracle or a desperate act has taken place. Twas just as well that the shrimp got in their licks no later, cause we arrived back at Richardson's after midnight, very shamefully to find the good Rev. waiting up to let us in. Next day to lunch with Don Ford and wife, and look over his Burroughs and Tiffany Thayer collection. He's disillusioned with magazines and so has given 'em the heave-ho. But he has grudgingly allowed an "Outsider" to remain - intruding on his main pashun. After lunch rushed furiously back to Cincy to inspect some bookstores learned of, and found it a big, and not too rewarding task - those Cincy boys are too hop, and they apparently got there, too. We gradually accumulated a nice list of books, ever a period of a week, during which we moved to Dr. Barretts, and took to Bellefontaine, Ohio to brouse. (Ed.note - and so we leave Harry in his hight of glory, or --)