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Voice of the Imagination (VOM), whole no 17, August 1941
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VOICE OF THE IMAGI-NATION 17 right in re blushing interchanges between Miss Morojo and M. Gallet, stumbling love between coeds and Mr. Liebscher. It was a mistake, one that made me grieve. "Wonder if it would make ARt Widner any happier if Milty and I were to confess to the Roberts identity? Note that there have been no letters from him since I left Washington. "Mr. Carnell's thanks for FAPA mailings were appreciated, but misplaced. The thanks should go to Mr. Rothman, who donated the treasury a sum sufficient to cover foreign subscriptions, and a few dollars more. "An orchid to Mr. Chauvenet, an orchid to Mr. Warner. Immediately upon reading of my regrettable boredom, Mr. Chauvenet rushed to me instructions for a new solitare game. And Mr. Warner, who admitted to non-slandom, quite unlike all these other jerks (nothing personal, chums, meant) who establish a wish-identity therewith. "Ah, Honey Smith! I had a haircut the morn after Chicon first night; she met me on the street, begged me, tho not quite on bended knees, to get it cut! Really, it was frightfully disheartening, for I couldn't disillusion the poor girl and tell that it had been--or could I? It will make her happy to learn that it's back to normal length; no longer the question each morning of whether to wear it inside the shirt-collar or out. But I don't look like a musician anymore, which also may not be the drawback it would appear. "It begins to look like I'm a demoralizing influence, doesn't it? First I teach Mr. Warner how to play boogie, and then Milty asks for a recommendation on jazz albums and boogie records. Tsk, maybe Mr. Joquel will run me out of fandom in self-defence. But first, I'll work over 'Hymn to Satan' boogie woogie style as a challenge to him. . . . "Ah yes. The drinking question. First the regrettable M-G incident, and now. . . oh well. It is a question wide open. Most of your readers are under-age kids, no? Impressionable; apt to be swayed without understanding or conscious effort. Milty has always wanted to be stewed. Saturday, in Denver, he succeeded with Futurian assistance. Milty has always been frustrated in the matter; this frustration would seek outlet. And were you to run a letter deploring his sobriety, letters from others would follow. . . no. Perhaps a wiser course would have been a quiet censorship of such objectionable matter, thus not leaving yourselves open ot the charge of priggishness. It might be that; but I prefer to think that you imagined yourselves int he position of guardian of the innocence of youth. You who know the story--just what would happen if I were to tell the complete story of the quote Purity unquote restaurant at this point? Not all fans drink. Most of those I know do. Sudden thot: if Mr. Shroyer ever wants to retire on an unearned income, he need but institue libel suits. Possibly it is the outgrowth of the fiction as escape literature into drinking as escape. "When I left Washington last winter, we met for the last time. A toast was drunk--we need not go into that. But such an occasion surely demanded something of the sort. The kids are growing up, coeds; and during their evolution they must boast before themselves of their success with such and so on and the like. And it seems futile to try to stop a preoccupation with something that should be taken as a matter of course. "End. "#. "Sudden thot department: did Singleton---pardon me, Mr. Singleton--ever appear at a seance? (We don't noe as we left Early.) "Green or black --could i tell the difference? I had a note from 4SJ once, in green and brown; it was three months before I found it was in two colours. Do as you please, lads and lassies. "Besides, I'm happy. The lack of rods and/or cones leaves more retinal surface exposed; the colour-blind have eyes that are up to four times as sensitive as normal eyes. And in my work with the bureau and hypersensitivity helps very much on balloon runs. "And Mr. Joquel wonders about musicians. You may ask Milty about my boogie; (he thinks my classics stink, but that doesn't matter, coming from Milty.) I am supposed to join the AFM next month. "Kier Gray sends his love."
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VOICE OF THE IMAGI-NATION 17 right in re blushing interchanges between Miss Morojo and M. Gallet, stumbling love between coeds and Mr. Liebscher. It was a mistake, one that made me grieve. "Wonder if it would make ARt Widner any happier if Milty and I were to confess to the Roberts identity? Note that there have been no letters from him since I left Washington. "Mr. Carnell's thanks for FAPA mailings were appreciated, but misplaced. The thanks should go to Mr. Rothman, who donated the treasury a sum sufficient to cover foreign subscriptions, and a few dollars more. "An orchid to Mr. Chauvenet, an orchid to Mr. Warner. Immediately upon reading of my regrettable boredom, Mr. Chauvenet rushed to me instructions for a new solitare game. And Mr. Warner, who admitted to non-slandom, quite unlike all these other jerks (nothing personal, chums, meant) who establish a wish-identity therewith. "Ah, Honey Smith! I had a haircut the morn after Chicon first night; she met me on the street, begged me, tho not quite on bended knees, to get it cut! Really, it was frightfully disheartening, for I couldn't disillusion the poor girl and tell that it had been--or could I? It will make her happy to learn that it's back to normal length; no longer the question each morning of whether to wear it inside the shirt-collar or out. But I don't look like a musician anymore, which also may not be the drawback it would appear. "It begins to look like I'm a demoralizing influence, doesn't it? First I teach Mr. Warner how to play boogie, and then Milty asks for a recommendation on jazz albums and boogie records. Tsk, maybe Mr. Joquel will run me out of fandom in self-defence. But first, I'll work over 'Hymn to Satan' boogie woogie style as a challenge to him. . . . "Ah yes. The drinking question. First the regrettable M-G incident, and now. . . oh well. It is a question wide open. Most of your readers are under-age kids, no? Impressionable; apt to be swayed without understanding or conscious effort. Milty has always wanted to be stewed. Saturday, in Denver, he succeeded with Futurian assistance. Milty has always been frustrated in the matter; this frustration would seek outlet. And were you to run a letter deploring his sobriety, letters from others would follow. . . no. Perhaps a wiser course would have been a quiet censorship of such objectionable matter, thus not leaving yourselves open ot the charge of priggishness. It might be that; but I prefer to think that you imagined yourselves int he position of guardian of the innocence of youth. You who know the story--just what would happen if I were to tell the complete story of the quote Purity unquote restaurant at this point? Not all fans drink. Most of those I know do. Sudden thot: if Mr. Shroyer ever wants to retire on an unearned income, he need but institue libel suits. Possibly it is the outgrowth of the fiction as escape literature into drinking as escape. "When I left Washington last winter, we met for the last time. A toast was drunk--we need not go into that. But such an occasion surely demanded something of the sort. The kids are growing up, coeds; and during their evolution they must boast before themselves of their success with such and so on and the like. And it seems futile to try to stop a preoccupation with something that should be taken as a matter of course. "End. "#. "Sudden thot department: did Singleton---pardon me, Mr. Singleton--ever appear at a seance? (We don't noe as we left Early.) "Green or black --could i tell the difference? I had a note from 4SJ once, in green and brown; it was three months before I found it was in two colours. Do as you please, lads and lassies. "Besides, I'm happy. The lack of rods and/or cones leaves more retinal surface exposed; the colour-blind have eyes that are up to four times as sensitive as normal eyes. And in my work with the bureau and hypersensitivity helps very much on balloon runs. "And Mr. Joquel wonders about musicians. You may ask Milty about my boogie; (he thinks my classics stink, but that doesn't matter, coming from Milty.) I am supposed to join the AFM next month. "Kier Gray sends his love."
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