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Le Zombie, v. 4, issue 7, whole no. 42, September 1941

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DIPPY - DOINGS - AT - DENVER
Phil Bronson

The afternoon session Sunday was supposed to begin at 1pm, but for some reason only a few fans were present, perhaps ten. Finally, after none of the Denvenyion officials appeared, delegate Kornbluth took the chair and called the meeting to order. Amid futile attempts to Kornbluth to massacre a fly with the gavel, resolutions and bids for next year's convention were heard.

A Resolution to the effect that the convention go on record as declaring that "Yngvi is not  a louse", presented by Rothman, was not adopted as Rothman was the only one voting in favor of it. Therefore Yngvi must remain a louse, at least for another year. 

Bids for 1942 were then in order. Rothman presented one for some un-pronounceable Russian town, while Wollhein put in a bit for Piccadilly Bomb Shelter #3, which bid won the vote of the majority. The persistant fly, which bothered the Chairman all during the session, miraculously escaped death, despite Mr. Kornbluth's stealthy approaches and mighty blows, to the consternation of all present.

Speaking of Kornbluth, I had been watching for the unmistakable signs of a hot-foot victim all thru the morning of the first day. Fortier, Knight and myself were holding up the piano while Rothman tortured it, when I noticed the old master sidle up behind Knight, bend down and insert the match. We held our breath. He applied the second match to the one in the shoe; the match burned -- and burned -- and burned -- and went out. Either Knight wears some patented hot-foot protection or has a wooden foot. 

After each night's session, groups of tired, fatigued, business-weary, session-drousyfans would hie themselves for the nearest dives for refreshments. It is wonderful how many can crowd into one booth, make such a racket, guzzle liquids and not be thrown out! Life of the party(s) was Art "Granny" Widner, who displayed one of the lustiest singing voices I've ever heard. He drowned out the vocalist in one place, and the orchestra in another with his instrumental imitations. His crowning achievement however, was the imitation of an airplane zooming down, machine guns spitting.

Denver fan Leonard Jenkins is what might be called a "Reg'lar Feller". It seems that Jenkyn's wife locked him out that night, so he accompanied a group of fans along to a "cafe", carrying a tire pump he had picked up along the way. Lew Martin made some sort of crack about "mental Bingo" and Jenkyns prostrated himself on the sidewalk with laughter, heedless of the shocked passers-by. When he starts to laugh it isn't easy to stop him!

Korshak attended the costume party wearing an immense skull and enwrapped in one of the hotel's sheets. The skull accompanied Korshak all about town that night, into dives and along the streets. It witnessed a near fight with a drunken soldier who for no particular reason became angry with Korshak and the skull because the rest of the crowd wad making a racket. Previous to this incident, Korshak, standing in the hotel, suddenly reached down, grabbed an end of a huge carpet and dashed out onto the sidewalk with it, whereupon ten fans threw themselves bodily on the carpet and clung to it until hotel employees pried them apart. It has been definitely ascertained that the free beer at the convention was in no way responsible for any delegates actions. 

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DIPPY - DOINGS - AT - DENVER Phil Bronson The afternoon session Sunday was supposed to begin at 1pm, but for some reason only a few fans were present, perhaps ten. Finally, after none of the Denvenyion officials appeared, delegate Kornbluth took the chair and called the meeting to order. Amid futile attempts to Kornbluth to massacre a fly with the gavel, resolutions and bids for next year's convention were heard. A Resolution to the effect that the convention go on record as declaring that "Yngvi is not a louse", presented by Rothman, was not adopted as Rothman was the only one voting in favor of it. Therefore Yngvi must remain a louse, at least for another year. Bids for 1942 were then in order. Rothman presented one for some un-pronounceable Russian town, while Wollhein put in a bit for Piccadilly Bomb Shelter #3, which bid won the vote of the majority. The persistant fly, which bothered the Chairman all during the session, miraculously escaped death, despite Mr. Kornbluth's stealthy approaches and mighty blows, to the consternation of all present. Speaking of Kornbluth, I had been watching for the unmistakable signs of a hot-foot victim all thru the morning of the first day. Fortier, Knight and myself were holding up the piano while Rothman tortured it, when I noticed the old master sidle up behind Knight, bend down and insert the match. We held our breath. He applied the second match to the one in the shoe; the match burned -- and burned -- and burned -- and went out. Either Knight wears some patented hot-foot protection or has a wooden foot. After each night's session, groups of tired, fatigued, business-weary, session-drousyfans would hie themselves for the nearest dives for refreshments. It is wonderful how many can crowd into one booth, make such a racket, guzzle liquids and not be thrown out! Life of the party(s) was Art "Granny" Widner, who displayed one of the lustiest singing voices I've ever heard. He drowned out the vocalist in one place, and the orchestra in another with his instrumental imitations. His crowning achievement however, was the imitation of an airplane zooming down, machine guns spitting. Denver fan Leonard Jenkins is what might be called a "Reg'lar Feller". It seems that Jenkyn's wife locked him out that night, so he accompanied a group of fans along to a "cafe", carrying a tire pump he had picked up along the way. Lew Martin made some sort of crack about "mental Bingo" and Jenkyns prostrated himself on the sidewalk with laughter, heedless of the shocked passers-by. When he starts to laugh it isn't easy to stop him! Korshak attended the costume party wearing an immense skull and enwrapped in one of the hotel's sheets. The skull accompanied Korshak all about town that night, into dives and along the streets. It witnessed a near fight with a drunken soldier who for no particular reason became angry with Korshak and the skull because the rest of the crowd wad making a racket. Previous to this incident, Korshak, standing in the hotel, suddenly reached down, grabbed an end of a huge carpet and dashed out onto the sidewalk with it, whereupon ten fans threw themselves bodily on the carpet and clung to it until hotel employees pried them apart. It has been definitely ascertained that the free beer at the convention was in no way responsible for any delegates actions. (over)