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Voice of the Imagination (VOM), whole no. 12, March 1941

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CHAUVENET of Tallwood Plantation. Esmont Va., had this to say of our New Yr. No. & other items:    "I have carefully examined front & back covers of VoM, and in my opinion the back cover is clearly superior. Note the beautiful shade of tan brown, making it a pleasure to gaze upon. The defect of the front cover is that one misses the familiar 'Drink Coca Cola--The Pause that Refreshes.'   Those little badges you've painted in can't deceive me. I've seen the gal too often!   I never liked redheads, anyway, an' lookit the color of those curls!  Nyah, 4e, and also nix and take it away.   Boo!    Hssssss! (But U're rong about the coke, Elarcy.  U sure woudnt want to drink what that gal was designed to advertise: Pennzoil!) In the world within, so to speak, one notices the contents page. Here my eye fell upon the note describing (!???) Dave McIlwain's letter. Fondly expectant of what that implies, I rushed to read his first. It was a terrible blow to find that the slimness being discussed was that of mere letters of print, rather than of the elfin, tantalizing, charming, thrilling, delightful, provoking, shimmering, ethereal, graceful, alluring, delicate, enticing, tingling, enchanting, lovely slimness of beautiful tropical fish, which was what I'd naturally expected to read about. After reading Widnargot, 4e jargon seemeth of the simplicity of children's primers, and for this service, but for only this, is the style of the artful one tolerable. I know you can get away with slaughtering language, but you can't do that to the calendar too. Never did Nov, have 32 days, as stated apropos of Fortier's letter! Say, JJF, I'm one of the boys who laid cash on the line for Dawn. I wanna know whether it comes out before 1950, because that's the year I leave for a prolonged cruise around the world in my to-be-acquired 36 foot ketch. Spindrift. A month or so ago I heard from Sam Youd jr., who reported (in a much censored letter) that he was alive & well. He's a corporal in the Home Guard, and in one of the air raids on Southampton & environs (he lives in Eastleigh, a suburb of S.) one of the boys in his
squad was killed. One bomb landed 30 yards down the street from his own home, setting a paint shed on fire, ('The bomber probably reported an oil refinery at least,' he said).   When I hear from him again I'll let you know.   You've more circulation than I have, and Sam's friends over here will naturally be glad to know
how he comes through. It was a pleasure to read pure English (anyway 90%
pure) in Milty's letter!   Concerning the 'History of the Future' a plan proposed by Milty: if I am elected Pres. of the NFFF, I shall certainly bring the idea to the attention of the membership and ask for volunteers to perform the necessary research. I myself could give complete coverage of the Gernsback Wonders; the work on Amazing, Astounding, the Quarterlies, and the lesser magazines could be apportioned among the volunteers. Comment on Gilbert: Ping-pong is dying out, yeah. It is being replaced by a snappy new game called table tennis. Carnell's letter reminds me of a joke current in London now.-"!'m going to join the
army.'    'You coward!'   Interesting was damon knight's letter. By the way—I wrote dk a long time ago. I called him by the horrid misnomer of Damon Knight, and for this insult I suppose the real damon knight will never forgive me. Anyway, he has not written since, so I print this as a warning to his correspondents to avoid such a faux pas. Unlike Manning, I enjoyed distorted letter you printed in the preceding issue. I even read all of it! Highly irrelevant thought: if a piece of lettuce, or some hay, is placed in a jar of water and allowed to stand a few days, paramecia, rotifers and other infusoria develop in numbers. Now if VoM were placed in a jar of water, what monsters might develop In the interests of science I may try this experiment someday."    (In our opinion do U noe what U'd get? Watermarkt paper!)

Li'l fan pub, 'gun wi' gle
Cums ou' wi' stuffa 'trocious, c?
Tammany 'trocious fanzines now,
Li'l fan pub fluncsen 'ow!

"Dear Vom; I refer you to the third line of the accompanying, modern fanlanguage poem. You receive this letter only because I dislike for you to
go without the benefit of my letterary presence in your hitherto lackadaisical
publication. I shall expect
a free copy of the issue to which I have so generously contributed. P.l.s.f.   ~(poet laureate of science fiction.)
c/o Glen Mastin 217 Woodward, Cincinnati, O. (Dear Mastin: Jest 1 thin' I'm askn: Wut wuz th distans tween Tarr ana bar  wen 's rote this note? F. Jayai, P.l.S.f.    -Poet Lousy of  Science Fiction.
P.S. I can prove I'm a poet.   My feet show it: They*re Longfellows--!)

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8 CHAUVENET of Tallwood Plantation. Esmont Va., had this to say of our New Yr. No. & other items: "I have carefully examined front & back covers of VoM, and in my opinion the back cover is clearly superior. Note the beautiful shade of tan brown, making it a pleasure to gaze upon. The defect of the front cover is that one misses the familiar 'Drink Coca Cola--The Pause that Refreshes.' Those little badges you've painted in can't deceive me. I've seen the gal too often! I never liked redheads, anyway, an' lookit the color of those curls! Nyah, 4e, and also nix and take it away. Boo! Hssssss! (But U're rong about the coke, Elarcy. U sure woudnt want to drink what that gal was designed to advertise: Pennzoil!) In the world within, so to speak, one notices the contents page. Here my eye fell upon the note describing (!???) Dave McIlwain's letter. Fondly expectant of what that implies, I rushed to read his first. It was a terrible blow to find that the slimness being discussed was that of mere letters of print, rather than of the elfin, tantalizing, charming, thrilling, delightful, provoking, shimmering, ethereal, graceful, alluring, delicate, enticing, tingling, enchanting, lovely slimness of beautiful tropical fish, which was what I'd naturally expected to read about. After reading Widnargot, 4e jargon seemeth of the simplicity of children's primers, and for this service, but for only this, is the style of the artful one tolerable. I know you can get away with slaughtering language, but you can't do that to the calendar too. Never did Nov, have 32 days, as stated apropos of Fortier's letter! Say, JJF, I'm one of the boys who laid cash on the line for Dawn. I wanna know whether it comes out before 1950, because that's the year I leave for a prolonged cruise around the world in my to-be-acquired 36 foot ketch. Spindrift. A month or so ago I heard from Sam Youd jr., who reported (in a much censored letter) that he was alive & well. He's a corporal in the Home Guard, and in one of the air raids on Southampton & environs (he lives in Eastleigh, a suburb of S.) one of the boys in his squad was killed. One bomb landed 30 yards down the street from his own home, setting a paint shed on fire, ('The bomber probably reported an oil refinery at least,' he said). When I hear from him again I'll let you know. You've more circulation than I have, and Sam's friends over here will naturally be glad to know how he comes through. It was a pleasure to read pure English (anyway 90% pure) in Milty's letter! Concerning the 'History of the Future' a plan proposed by Milty: if I am elected Pres. of the NFFF, I shall certainly bring the idea to the attention of the membership and ask for volunteers to perform the necessary research. I myself could give complete coverage of the Gernsback Wonders; the work on Amazing, Astounding, the Quarterlies, and the lesser magazines could be apportioned among the volunteers. Comment on Gilbert: Ping-pong is dying out, yeah. It is being replaced by a snappy new game called table tennis. Carnell's letter reminds me of a joke current in London now.-"!'m going to join the army.' 'You coward!' Interesting was damon knight's letter. By the way—I wrote dk a long time ago. I called him by the horrid misnomer of Damon Knight, and for this insult I suppose the real damon knight will never forgive me. Anyway, he has not written since, so I print this as a warning to his correspondents to avoid such a faux pas. Unlike Manning, I enjoyed distorted letter you printed in the preceding issue. I even read all of it! Highly irrelevant thought: if a piece of lettuce, or some hay, is placed in a jar of water and allowed to stand a few days, paramecia, rotifers and other infusoria develop in numbers. Now if VoM were placed in a jar of water, what monsters might develop In the interests of science I may try this experiment someday." (In our opinion do U noe what U'd get? Watermarkt paper!) Li'l fan pub, 'gun wi' gle Cums ou' wi' stuffa 'trocious, c? Tammany 'trocious fanzines now, Li'l fan pub fluncsen 'ow! "Dear Vom; I refer you to the third line of the accompanying, modern fanlanguage poem. You receive this letter only because I dislike for you to go without the benefit of my letterary presence in your hitherto lackadaisical publication. I shall expect a free copy of the issue to which I have so generously contributed. P.l.s.f. ~(poet laureate of science fiction.) c/o Glen Mastin 217 Woodward, Cincinnati, O. (Dear Mastin: Jest 1 thin' I'm askn: Wut wuz th distans tween Tarr ana bar wen 's rote this note? F. Jayai, P.l.S.f. -Poet Lousy of Science Fiction. P.S. I can prove I'm a poet. My feet show it: They*re Longfellows--!)