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Le Zombie, v. 4, issue 10, whole no. 45, January 1942
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7A HOW ACKERMAN MADE CONVENTION EXPENSES -or- Five Fans Take a Hazardous Journey and How They Got High. -by Walt Liebscher- Dear Readers: The foregoing was the title. Have you ever wondered what fans do after a convention? Well, here goes: Time- 10 o'clock Monday morning (July 7th); Place- Shirley-Savoy Hotel. I was to meet Olon ((Wiggins)) in the lobby at 10, but he was nowhere to be seen. Consequently I had no recourse but to look for fans to gossip with. I strolled thru the lobby, ambled out the door and bumped into Lowndes, Cohen, and several other fans waiting for their respective chariots. And what were they doing? Well, what do you think fans do whn they congregate? Telling dirty stories of course. The car in which we were going to take our trip into the mountains was not available so Wiggins went down the street a bit and proceeded to rent one. What a set-back...20 bucks they wanted. Anyhoo, we decided to get together and rent the buggy. Rounding up Millard, Ackerman and Class, we were off. Well, not quite. Class had to meet Dale Hart at the square for something or other so we let him out and drove around the blk fifty or sixty times. Once Millard drove a little too near the curb and something scraped, but at the time we thought nothing of it. Presently we spotted Class, he clumb aboard, and we were really off. Our destination was Mt. Estes but we never got there, the reason comes later on. We stopped enroute for a little refreshment and to see if the aforementioned scraping had done any damage. It had. The chrome steele molding on the abbreviated running-board was knocked about a bit. Needless to say this dampened our spirits but we bucked up and decided to travel on. And now, the meat of this saga! For now, Adeline Ackerman began to make convention expenses. For now we began a mental game of gin rummy, lucrative buffoonery and general nonsense. For here five fans endeavored in every way possible to cheat the other our of their respective bank rolls. I.Q. Tests Class: "Ackerman, I'll bet you can't take this piece of paper, hold it over your head and tear it into four pieces; if you do I'll give you a quarter." Ackerman did it and sure enough Cleo Class gave him a quarter --- of the paper he tore. Liebscher: "Acky, I'll bet you a dime I can tell you what you're thinking." He took the bet and I told him he was thinking that I wouldn't guess what he was thinking. However the unscrupulous boy denied it and I have him a dime. Now Ackerman bet Class he could make him say "no" to one of the three questions. Q. #1: Science fiction stinks. Class: Yes. Q. #2: Weird fiction stinks. Class: Yes. Acky: Aw, you've heard this before. Class: No I haven't. Ackerman collected a dime. (over)
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7A HOW ACKERMAN MADE CONVENTION EXPENSES -or- Five Fans Take a Hazardous Journey and How They Got High. -by Walt Liebscher- Dear Readers: The foregoing was the title. Have you ever wondered what fans do after a convention? Well, here goes: Time- 10 o'clock Monday morning (July 7th); Place- Shirley-Savoy Hotel. I was to meet Olon ((Wiggins)) in the lobby at 10, but he was nowhere to be seen. Consequently I had no recourse but to look for fans to gossip with. I strolled thru the lobby, ambled out the door and bumped into Lowndes, Cohen, and several other fans waiting for their respective chariots. And what were they doing? Well, what do you think fans do whn they congregate? Telling dirty stories of course. The car in which we were going to take our trip into the mountains was not available so Wiggins went down the street a bit and proceeded to rent one. What a set-back...20 bucks they wanted. Anyhoo, we decided to get together and rent the buggy. Rounding up Millard, Ackerman and Class, we were off. Well, not quite. Class had to meet Dale Hart at the square for something or other so we let him out and drove around the blk fifty or sixty times. Once Millard drove a little too near the curb and something scraped, but at the time we thought nothing of it. Presently we spotted Class, he clumb aboard, and we were really off. Our destination was Mt. Estes but we never got there, the reason comes later on. We stopped enroute for a little refreshment and to see if the aforementioned scraping had done any damage. It had. The chrome steele molding on the abbreviated running-board was knocked about a bit. Needless to say this dampened our spirits but we bucked up and decided to travel on. And now, the meat of this saga! For now, Adeline Ackerman began to make convention expenses. For now we began a mental game of gin rummy, lucrative buffoonery and general nonsense. For here five fans endeavored in every way possible to cheat the other our of their respective bank rolls. I.Q. Tests Class: "Ackerman, I'll bet you can't take this piece of paper, hold it over your head and tear it into four pieces; if you do I'll give you a quarter." Ackerman did it and sure enough Cleo Class gave him a quarter --- of the paper he tore. Liebscher: "Acky, I'll bet you a dime I can tell you what you're thinking." He took the bet and I told him he was thinking that I wouldn't guess what he was thinking. However the unscrupulous boy denied it and I have him a dime. Now Ackerman bet Class he could make him say "no" to one of the three questions. Q. #1: Science fiction stinks. Class: Yes. Q. #2: Weird fiction stinks. Class: Yes. Acky: Aw, you've heard this before. Class: No I haven't. Ackerman collected a dime. (over)
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