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Fanzine Digest, v. 1, issue 1, April 1942
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[Lytte? Sytte?] ye seconde "I'm a science-fiction fan, princess. When I compared you with Ilona, I meant it as a compliment. Gee, you're like a Finlay cover, a Brundage nude, a--oh no-no-no, I didn't mean that like you think." But she was gone. I ruefully picked myself up from the floor. What in the world is the matter with women, anyway? Don't they appreciate ART? But I think I have her definitely placed now she is in the image of Maura in "The Moon Fool." Or maybe it was Norhala? (Tis Winter---any win---need I go into all that again?!:) I am so happy. By a clever bit of detective work I found her address. I rang the button and waited. She opened the door and said, "Yes?" "Princess!" I cried, "remember me? She did. She threw up her arms and screamed. "Help! Raper of women! Fish peddler! Help! Someone help me!" Her father put in an appearance and acceded to her wishes. And then I thought to write her a letter. I did. I explained all.. In black and white I told her who I was, what I read why I compared her as I did to those beautiful princesses of fiction I knew, and asked her forgiveness. It was as easy as that. (But I still think she is like Naia in "The Invaders from the Infinite.") (Tis Spring again ---- the Spring of the year following all of the above:) We were married this morning. I will admit there was some difficulty, but we managed to get through the ceremony. "Hey!" I burst out excitedly just after the clergyman had asked me if I would take her to be my wife. "I know you! No, not you, princess, this guy here!" I jabbed my finger at the clergyman. "You are the spitting image of the face in the abyss, by Finlay," I smirked. And added, "FFM, October 1940, 10 cents." "And you," he snarled back at me, "remind me of Ajax Calkins, Future Fiction, August 1941, 15 cents!' ***** THE [DAMN?] THIN: JANUARY 1942 The DENvention --T. Bruce Yerke-- ....So we got together. The gang of us. Walked out of the Shirley-Savoy and decided to close the glorious affair in the same spot we started it, The Bungalow. We walked along the streets laughing, talking, cracking jokes in the distinctly individualistic style that only a gang of scientifiction fans out for a spree can do. And we got all balled up looking for the place. Good old Art Widner, Junior, (hah), paid your humble servant a great compliment that I remember with tears in my eyes as I recall the boys standing around a lamp post under the moon hanging high in the sky over the Metropolis at the Foot of the Rockies. "Imagine that," said Widner, "Yerke missing a beer hall!" Perhaps it is a poor thing to call a compliment, -- many would wrinkle their noses in disgust, but it will always recall to my mind a bunch of, perhaps, misfit fellows, closing a three day meeting before they pack up their grips and steal away to the prosaic world, some, not to meet again for many years, others, perhaps not at all.... ***** SPACEWAYS: MARCH 1942 from a letter by D. W. Boggs ".....the poor man's Gray Lensman, Captain Future."
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[Lytte? Sytte?] ye seconde "I'm a science-fiction fan, princess. When I compared you with Ilona, I meant it as a compliment. Gee, you're like a Finlay cover, a Brundage nude, a--oh no-no-no, I didn't mean that like you think." But she was gone. I ruefully picked myself up from the floor. What in the world is the matter with women, anyway? Don't they appreciate ART? But I think I have her definitely placed now she is in the image of Maura in "The Moon Fool." Or maybe it was Norhala? (Tis Winter---any win---need I go into all that again?!:) I am so happy. By a clever bit of detective work I found her address. I rang the button and waited. She opened the door and said, "Yes?" "Princess!" I cried, "remember me? She did. She threw up her arms and screamed. "Help! Raper of women! Fish peddler! Help! Someone help me!" Her father put in an appearance and acceded to her wishes. And then I thought to write her a letter. I did. I explained all.. In black and white I told her who I was, what I read why I compared her as I did to those beautiful princesses of fiction I knew, and asked her forgiveness. It was as easy as that. (But I still think she is like Naia in "The Invaders from the Infinite.") (Tis Spring again ---- the Spring of the year following all of the above:) We were married this morning. I will admit there was some difficulty, but we managed to get through the ceremony. "Hey!" I burst out excitedly just after the clergyman had asked me if I would take her to be my wife. "I know you! No, not you, princess, this guy here!" I jabbed my finger at the clergyman. "You are the spitting image of the face in the abyss, by Finlay," I smirked. And added, "FFM, October 1940, 10 cents." "And you," he snarled back at me, "remind me of Ajax Calkins, Future Fiction, August 1941, 15 cents!' ***** THE [DAMN?] THIN: JANUARY 1942 The DENvention --T. Bruce Yerke-- ....So we got together. The gang of us. Walked out of the Shirley-Savoy and decided to close the glorious affair in the same spot we started it, The Bungalow. We walked along the streets laughing, talking, cracking jokes in the distinctly individualistic style that only a gang of scientifiction fans out for a spree can do. And we got all balled up looking for the place. Good old Art Widner, Junior, (hah), paid your humble servant a great compliment that I remember with tears in my eyes as I recall the boys standing around a lamp post under the moon hanging high in the sky over the Metropolis at the Foot of the Rockies. "Imagine that," said Widner, "Yerke missing a beer hall!" Perhaps it is a poor thing to call a compliment, -- many would wrinkle their noses in disgust, but it will always recall to my mind a bunch of, perhaps, misfit fellows, closing a three day meeting before they pack up their grips and steal away to the prosaic world, some, not to meet again for many years, others, perhaps not at all.... ***** SPACEWAYS: MARCH 1942 from a letter by D. W. Boggs ".....the poor man's Gray Lensman, Captain Future."
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