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Voice of the Imagination (VOM), whole no. 10, December 1940

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"Our mailbox is wide open for manuscripts looking Tor a place to light. We guarantee them a cordial reception and loving care and examination. Be it stf or weird, fantasy or what-have-you, humorous or serious—SPECULA is looking for it.
    And now we breathe a small prayer to the pagan deities of the ancient pantheons as we gingerly set foot on the razor-sharp Bifrost Bridge that leads to Asgard,
and hope to pass safely the yawning abii that await the unwary traveler, We hope
the cruel blasts of the calloused world will not treat SPECULA too badly."
1̲4̲2̲8̲ ̲W̲3̲8̲ ̲S̲t̲,̲ ̲L̲o̲s̲ ̲A̲n̲g̲e̲l̲e̲s̲ ̲C̲a̲l̲,̲ is the adres of our friend the SpecuLAtor.

P̲i̲c̲t̲u̲r̲e̲ ̲b̲y̲ ̲A̲L̲T̲H̲E̲D̲A̲ ̲O̲'̲B̲R̲I̲E̲N̲

C̲a̲p̲t̲i̲o̲n̲ ̲s̲u̲g̲g̲e̲s̲t̲e̲d̲ ̲b̲y̲ ̲s̲u̲g̲g̲e̲s̲t̲i̲o̲n̲ ̲o̲f̲ ̲E̲A̲R̲L̲ ̲S̲I̲N̲G̲L̲E̲T̲O̲N̲ ̲
"So this Kuttner Kutie,
just as she gets blown to
bits by the atom-blaster,
says 'Don't put all my sex in one casket...'"

W̲I̲D̲N̲E̲R̲ ̲J̲R̲,̲ ̲w̲h̲o̲ ̲w̲o̲u̲l̲d̲ ̲s̲e̲e̲m̲ ̲f̲r̲o̲m̲ ̲h̲i̲s̲ ̲s̲i̲g̲n̲a̲t̲u̲r̲e̲ ̲t̲o̲ ̲h̲a̲v̲e̲ ̲s̲o̲m̲e̲t̲h̲i̲n̲g̲ ̲t̲o̲ ̲d̲o̲ ̲w̲i̲t̲h̲ ̲t̲h̲e̲ ̲p̲i̲c̲ ̲b̲u̲t̲ ̲d̲o̲e̲s̲ ̲n̲o̲t̲,̲ ̲o̲n̲ ̲2̲6̲ ̲S̲e̲p̲
̲r̲o̲t̲e̲ ̲f̲r̲o̲m̲ ̲B̲x̲ ̲1̲2̲2̲,̲ ̲ ̲B̲r̲y̲a̲n̲t̲v̲i̲l̲l̲e̲ ̲M̲A̲S̲S̲: "Dear FandM:
"Hey! Aint that sompn!  Th coeds inishls spel 'fandom' in '"Widneo-FSJargon!
     "This is th 13th letr Ive ritn in th last 2 days (note 2 HCK:  I nee that sentens is poooo cuz this aint ritn yet,  so u cant
hang me on my own ptard, as I'll stab myself first, in prefrens. Bsides, I dont own a ptard, so nyaaaahl) & I must hav anothr 13 waitng, but woud b a Major catastrofe, or a Genral nusans, not 2 mentn Corpral punishmnt 4 th fans, &
my own Privat embarasmnt, if I didnt hav a letr in evry ish of VoM  (U c, evr sins th draft bil went thru,  Ive ben thinkng in military terms.)
     "Wel, here I am, 'slavng away' at my job in th filing (broke my hart 2 hav 2 put 2 Is in ther .  .) sta, by eatng supr & typng this at th same tym. In case nobody is intrestd, my supr consists of 4 ham&cheez on Swedish ry sandwichs, 4 plums, 9 cookies,  & a pint of
milk. Thats nothng tho, u shoud c wat I did 2 Mrs.  Swishr's platr of pecan buns
at last Strangr Club meetng.    I nominate said lady champ cook of th imagi-nation.
(Now if Mrs. Smith or Mrs. Heinlein or  Morojo,, and/or othrs of the fenfans wanto
contest thistatemnt, Id b very glad 2 act as juj.) Hrrrm, kf kf.    (Morojo bakes an apple pie that takes th cake, I can tel U; & Leslyn Heinlein doesnt trail bhind on wipcrcam-custrd filld pufs. Wyl Mrs Doc Smith's Honey can't b beat -- U get what I mean—&  I'l ray th first guy who dares lay a fingr on Clarissa. P̲r̲i̲v̲a̲t̲,̲ ̲M̲i̲e̲l̲a̲ ̲K̲;̲
̲J̲e̲ ̲v̲o̲u̲s̲ ̲r̲e̲v̲e̲y̲e̲n̲s̲ ̲c̲h̲e̲z̲ ̲l̲e̲ ̲D̲e̲n̲v̲e̲n̲t̲i̲o̲n̲.    —Foret.)
     "Now 2 look ovr the last vois: I dru sum flames on that covr, h now it loox hellish. I lyk it.
     "There is sumthng fishy about this Alan Roberts biz.    (Uh-huh:    the Pacific Ocean!)    I dont think he xists. Im also wonderng y he didnt completely go berserk wen he saw my bakovr. Wats all th furse about,enyhu?   Al he does is insult evrybody with big words. In letr rytng hes on a par with Kummer in ryting stories. Hack. I fail 2 c y Harry
& Trudy get so xytd about him.    Unles, of cors,  1 of them is Roberts,  or is it merely a coruptn of Roberds? Coud b. Nobody gets xytd ovr Kummer eny mor. Y Roberts?
     "Ben lookng ovr my preshus dummy. Wats this I c?   Quote:  "A COLLECTOR's ITEM... for there will be only o̲n̲e̲ in the world—" Then a circl round th undrlynd 
'one' & a mark in red pencl by 4e. '2'. Rarrrr! Im being discrimnated agenst!  X-
Plain pleez . . . (Simpl; I just dsydd since I wantd one mvself, 2 to a world was
rarenuf! —4e)
     "Mary had a litl lam litl lam litl lam, but it got her in2 trubl at

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8 "Our mailbox is wide open for manuscripts looking Tor a place to light. We guarantee them a cordial reception and loving care and examination. Be it stf or weird, fantasy or what-have-you, humorous or serious—SPECULA is looking for it. And now we breathe a small prayer to the pagan deities of the ancient pantheons as we gingerly set foot on the razor-sharp Bifrost Bridge that leads to Asgard, and hope to pass safely the yawning abii that await the unwary traveler, We hope the cruel blasts of the calloused world will not treat SPECULA too badly." 1̲4̲2̲8̲ ̲W̲3̲8̲ ̲S̲t̲,̲ ̲L̲o̲s̲ ̲A̲n̲g̲e̲l̲e̲s̲ ̲C̲a̲l̲,̲ is the adres of our friend the SpecuLAtor. P̲i̲c̲t̲u̲r̲e̲ ̲b̲y̲ ̲A̲L̲T̲H̲E̲D̲A̲ ̲O̲'̲B̲R̲I̲E̲N̲ C̲a̲p̲t̲i̲o̲n̲ ̲s̲u̲g̲g̲e̲s̲t̲e̲d̲ ̲b̲y̲ ̲s̲u̲g̲g̲e̲s̲t̲i̲o̲n̲ ̲o̲f̲ ̲E̲A̲R̲L̲ ̲S̲I̲N̲G̲L̲E̲T̲O̲N̲ ̲ "So this Kuttner Kutie, just as she gets blown to bits by the atom-blaster, says 'Don't put all my sex in one casket...'" W̲I̲D̲N̲E̲R̲ ̲J̲R̲,̲ ̲w̲h̲o̲ ̲w̲o̲u̲l̲d̲ ̲s̲e̲e̲m̲ ̲f̲r̲o̲m̲ ̲h̲i̲s̲ ̲s̲i̲g̲n̲a̲t̲u̲r̲e̲ ̲t̲o̲ ̲h̲a̲v̲e̲ ̲s̲o̲m̲e̲t̲h̲i̲n̲g̲ ̲t̲o̲ ̲d̲o̲ ̲w̲i̲t̲h̲ ̲t̲h̲e̲ ̲p̲i̲c̲ ̲b̲u̲t̲ ̲d̲o̲e̲s̲ ̲n̲o̲t̲,̲ ̲o̲n̲ ̲2̲6̲ ̲S̲e̲p̲ ̲r̲o̲t̲e̲ ̲f̲r̲o̲m̲ ̲B̲x̲ ̲1̲2̲2̲,̲ ̲ ̲B̲r̲y̲a̲n̲t̲v̲i̲l̲l̲e̲ ̲M̲A̲S̲S̲: "Dear FandM: "Hey! Aint that sompn! Th coeds inishls spel 'fandom' in '"Widneo-FSJargon! "This is th 13th letr Ive ritn in th last 2 days (note 2 HCK: I nee that sentens is poooo cuz this aint ritn yet, so u cant hang me on my own ptard, as I'll stab myself first, in prefrens. Bsides, I dont own a ptard, so nyaaaahl) & I must hav anothr 13 waitng, but woud b a Major catastrofe, or a Genral nusans, not 2 mentn Corpral punishmnt 4 th fans, & my own Privat embarasmnt, if I didnt hav a letr in evry ish of VoM (U c, evr sins th draft bil went thru, Ive ben thinkng in military terms.) "Wel, here I am, 'slavng away' at my job in th filing (broke my hart 2 hav 2 put 2 Is in ther . .) sta, by eatng supr & typng this at th same tym. In case nobody is intrestd, my supr consists of 4 ham&cheez on Swedish ry sandwichs, 4 plums, 9 cookies, & a pint of milk. Thats nothng tho, u shoud c wat I did 2 Mrs. Swishr's platr of pecan buns at last Strangr Club meetng. I nominate said lady champ cook of th imagi-nation. (Now if Mrs. Smith or Mrs. Heinlein or Morojo,, and/or othrs of the fenfans wanto contest thistatemnt, Id b very glad 2 act as juj.) Hrrrm, kf kf. (Morojo bakes an apple pie that takes th cake, I can tel U; & Leslyn Heinlein doesnt trail bhind on wipcrcam-custrd filld pufs. Wyl Mrs Doc Smith's Honey can't b beat -- U get what I mean—& I'l ray th first guy who dares lay a fingr on Clarissa. P̲r̲i̲v̲a̲t̲,̲ ̲M̲i̲e̲l̲a̲ ̲K̲;̲ ̲J̲e̲ ̲v̲o̲u̲s̲ ̲r̲e̲v̲e̲y̲e̲n̲s̲ ̲c̲h̲e̲z̲ ̲l̲e̲ ̲D̲e̲n̲v̲e̲n̲t̲i̲o̲n̲. —Foret.) "Now 2 look ovr the last vois: I dru sum flames on that covr, h now it loox hellish. I lyk it. "There is sumthng fishy about this Alan Roberts biz. (Uh-huh: the Pacific Ocean!) I dont think he xists. Im also wonderng y he didnt completely go berserk wen he saw my bakovr. Wats all th furse about,enyhu? Al he does is insult evrybody with big words. In letr rytng hes on a par with Kummer in ryting stories. Hack. I fail 2 c y Harry & Trudy get so xytd about him. Unles, of cors, 1 of them is Roberts, or is it merely a coruptn of Roberds? Coud b. Nobody gets xytd ovr Kummer eny mor. Y Roberts? "Ben lookng ovr my preshus dummy. Wats this I c? Quote: "A COLLECTOR's ITEM... for there will be only o̲n̲e̲ in the world—" Then a circl round th undrlynd 'one' & a mark in red pencl by 4e. '2'. Rarrrr! Im being discrimnated agenst! X- Plain pleez . . . (Simpl; I just dsydd since I wantd one mvself, 2 to a world was rarenuf! —4e) "Mary had a litl lam litl lam litl lam, but it got her in2 trubl at