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Southern Star, v. 1, issue 4, December 1941
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Denvention Daze SOUTHERN STAR Page 9 sinker for Los Angeles. Oh yes, Madle put in a dark-horse nomination for Philadelphia. It was very dark, for it received one vote. So that washed that session up. All of the business at every session had run with admirable smoothness. Everybody had discussed all there was to discuss in a rational manner, with the utmost politeness and order, and everybody felt happy about the whole thing. Daugherty was on his toes as chairman, and even the Futurians praised him for the fair and democratic manner in which he conducted the discussions. In fact, the entire convention was noteworthy for its serious and honest tone -- interspersed, of course, by some fun here and there. But seriousness was more or less thrown to the wind at the banquet that night, when marvelous steaks were devoured, Heinlein told jokes, Unger explained how he'd h̲a̲v̲e̲ to go to California so that he would not lose out on the California sales tax token somebody had slipped him, a carefully prepared "message from Mars" was discoursed upon and it was bewailed how the convention had not taken it seriously when it might r̲e̲a̲l̲l̲y̲ have been a message from Mars, (I hope I will be forgiven for a poor piece of reporting; I can't for the life of me remember the name of the fellow who talked about the message), Franklin Brady presented Heinlein with a group of seven books (what a lovely set of titles they were; chosen by Leslyn Heinlein) bought by popular subscription, and Mr. Henlein was greatly effected by them. Everybody was invited to autograph the books, and the banquet was broken up by the singing of For He's A Jolly Good Fellow and Auld Lang Syne. The sentiment that can be slushed about at such times overwhelms me. Gossip and sundry astonishing sights: Morojo, Ackerman, Liebscher, knight, Unger, and me at the restaurant, autographing each other's menus, and then having to fight for our lives against the waiters who desired the above mentioned menus ..... Madle combing his hair .... about five people requiring the prize money in order to get back home -- oh, yes, in case anybody hasn't heard it already, Alan Class of Ohio, won the prize ..... Chet Cohen "hypnotized" by Johnny Michel, standing stiffly in the back of the elevator while the rest of us wander away, to be called back by the elevator boys anxiously telling of somebody who is back there quite sick. So when we return, Michel snaps his fingers over the face of recumbent Cohen, who immediately rises, happy and stewed ..... the Ballad for Futurians, sung (privately) with unerring pitch by Kornbluth and Cohen ..... Widner's goatee ..... the dash to join up with next year's convention organization ..... Elmer Meukel's sleight of hand and promise to show real professional magic at the next convention ..... :::*** LA IN 42***::: :::***LA IN 42***::: :::***LA IN 42 ***:::!! "S'NOW GO?" ... But, Buddie, ya' just g̲o̲t̲t̲a̲g go to ---- --- Boskone #2 On Washington's Birthday in Boston, Mass. The Stranger Club is holding its second big fan conference and practically every prominent fan on the East Coast will be there, you know; people like the Futurians, The Columbia Camp, Art Widner, L. R. Chauvenet, Trudy Kuslan -- Heck, e̲v̲e̲r̲y̲b̲o̲d̲y̲. See you there!
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Denvention Daze SOUTHERN STAR Page 9 sinker for Los Angeles. Oh yes, Madle put in a dark-horse nomination for Philadelphia. It was very dark, for it received one vote. So that washed that session up. All of the business at every session had run with admirable smoothness. Everybody had discussed all there was to discuss in a rational manner, with the utmost politeness and order, and everybody felt happy about the whole thing. Daugherty was on his toes as chairman, and even the Futurians praised him for the fair and democratic manner in which he conducted the discussions. In fact, the entire convention was noteworthy for its serious and honest tone -- interspersed, of course, by some fun here and there. But seriousness was more or less thrown to the wind at the banquet that night, when marvelous steaks were devoured, Heinlein told jokes, Unger explained how he'd h̲a̲v̲e̲ to go to California so that he would not lose out on the California sales tax token somebody had slipped him, a carefully prepared "message from Mars" was discoursed upon and it was bewailed how the convention had not taken it seriously when it might r̲e̲a̲l̲l̲y̲ have been a message from Mars, (I hope I will be forgiven for a poor piece of reporting; I can't for the life of me remember the name of the fellow who talked about the message), Franklin Brady presented Heinlein with a group of seven books (what a lovely set of titles they were; chosen by Leslyn Heinlein) bought by popular subscription, and Mr. Henlein was greatly effected by them. Everybody was invited to autograph the books, and the banquet was broken up by the singing of For He's A Jolly Good Fellow and Auld Lang Syne. The sentiment that can be slushed about at such times overwhelms me. Gossip and sundry astonishing sights: Morojo, Ackerman, Liebscher, knight, Unger, and me at the restaurant, autographing each other's menus, and then having to fight for our lives against the waiters who desired the above mentioned menus ..... Madle combing his hair .... about five people requiring the prize money in order to get back home -- oh, yes, in case anybody hasn't heard it already, Alan Class of Ohio, won the prize ..... Chet Cohen "hypnotized" by Johnny Michel, standing stiffly in the back of the elevator while the rest of us wander away, to be called back by the elevator boys anxiously telling of somebody who is back there quite sick. So when we return, Michel snaps his fingers over the face of recumbent Cohen, who immediately rises, happy and stewed ..... the Ballad for Futurians, sung (privately) with unerring pitch by Kornbluth and Cohen ..... Widner's goatee ..... the dash to join up with next year's convention organization ..... Elmer Meukel's sleight of hand and promise to show real professional magic at the next convention ..... :::*** LA IN 42***::: :::***LA IN 42***::: :::***LA IN 42 ***:::!! "S'NOW GO?" ... But, Buddie, ya' just g̲o̲t̲t̲a̲g go to ---- --- Boskone #2 On Washington's Birthday in Boston, Mass. The Stranger Club is holding its second big fan conference and practically every prominent fan on the East Coast will be there, you know; people like the Futurians, The Columbia Camp, Art Widner, L. R. Chauvenet, Trudy Kuslan -- Heck, e̲v̲e̲r̲y̲b̲o̲d̲y̲. See you there!
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