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Fanfare, v. 2, issue 1, whole no. 7, August 1941
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fanfare x1 SLAN:DER voices, and that the reason for fan suicides is the fact that childlike egos brought into contact with mature intellects like Will Sykora's, bloat and burst. Which is the height of absurdity, since neither Hatch nor Daniels were excessively active fans, and both, there can be little denying, had intellects that were not immature. To be fair, however, Will is not without his good points. He does his best to spread good cheer at the same time, saying that he believes that Joseph Goon Gilbert, fandom's No. 1 Goop, will soon end all his many troubles with his own hand. It pains me to disappoint all you glad young hopefuls, but I fear it isn't very likely that I'll commit suicide any time soon. I haven't the necessary guts. If, however, this rather nasty business of living begins to take more guts than splashing all my brains (*?) messily over the living room rug... Pardon the melodrama. I merely want to point out by all this that of all his many enemies the most hilariously absurd Will could have picked out -- as he did -- to commit suicide, the silliest pick is the Westwood boys. And so with a weary "Sic 'em, Hoiman," to Koenig, we stagger out to see a man about a Martian Pifflowhoof. Seems rather strange doesn't it? -- that motion pictures have not played a bigger part in fandom. Not pro productions, but amateur. Tucker and Roberds have been planning to make a 16mm fantasy since way back when, but the expense seems to have been prohibitive. It's been an item on the Queens SFL activity plans since Foo knows when, but outside of a few brief shots of members, nothing has ever come of it. FANTASITE (Phil Bronson's mag, and a darn good one -- Box 4105, Village Station, Los Angeles, California. Dime.) reports tho, that the MINNEAPOLIS FANTASY SOCIETY is planning a number of short pictures in the near future, the first being "A Day in the Life of a Fan," providing that Oliver Saari can be persuaded with anything less forcefully direct than a baseball bat, to play the lead role. These shorts may develop, in time, into a full-length feature. But the real application of moom pitchers to fandom should be at the conventions. Instead of renting expensive and outdated 35mm professional fantasy pictures for showing at the occasion, why not simply roll our own, and have a permanent record of everything that goes on? Thus, we'll say that the South won its bid for the 1942 DIXIECON in Washington, Okay. Starting from the beginning there'd be highlight shorts of what went on behind the scenes to produce the convention. Discussions between the principal sponsors, then the arrival of stickers and membership cards from Cott's Closeup of Milty's or Speer's typewriter, printing the name of the first member on the card; hand inserts stickers and card into envelope, flash to same hand placing envelope in mailbox. Then a roaring, ain rushing around a bend toward the camera -- a stock shot easily obtained from dealers and equally to make -- followed by a hand dropping a letter into someone's mailbox. Another hand -- this is a "handy" idea in more ways than one! -- retrieves the letter, tears it open, then the camera comes in for a close-up of the sticker -- COME TO THE DC Con IN 1942! Fadeout into a shot of all the various plugs for the convention in the fanzines. A second elapses, then one of the old standby devices for registering the passage of time on the screen, such as the leaves of a calendar fluttering off, is superimposed on the plugs of the fanzines. Assuming that the "D C Con" will be held on Labor Day, the leaf fluttering will promptly cease a few days before that date is reached, and the remaining leaves will be lifted and the date marked with a pencil.
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fanfare x1 SLAN:DER voices, and that the reason for fan suicides is the fact that childlike egos brought into contact with mature intellects like Will Sykora's, bloat and burst. Which is the height of absurdity, since neither Hatch nor Daniels were excessively active fans, and both, there can be little denying, had intellects that were not immature. To be fair, however, Will is not without his good points. He does his best to spread good cheer at the same time, saying that he believes that Joseph Goon Gilbert, fandom's No. 1 Goop, will soon end all his many troubles with his own hand. It pains me to disappoint all you glad young hopefuls, but I fear it isn't very likely that I'll commit suicide any time soon. I haven't the necessary guts. If, however, this rather nasty business of living begins to take more guts than splashing all my brains (*?) messily over the living room rug... Pardon the melodrama. I merely want to point out by all this that of all his many enemies the most hilariously absurd Will could have picked out -- as he did -- to commit suicide, the silliest pick is the Westwood boys. And so with a weary "Sic 'em, Hoiman," to Koenig, we stagger out to see a man about a Martian Pifflowhoof. Seems rather strange doesn't it? -- that motion pictures have not played a bigger part in fandom. Not pro productions, but amateur. Tucker and Roberds have been planning to make a 16mm fantasy since way back when, but the expense seems to have been prohibitive. It's been an item on the Queens SFL activity plans since Foo knows when, but outside of a few brief shots of members, nothing has ever come of it. FANTASITE (Phil Bronson's mag, and a darn good one -- Box 4105, Village Station, Los Angeles, California. Dime.) reports tho, that the MINNEAPOLIS FANTASY SOCIETY is planning a number of short pictures in the near future, the first being "A Day in the Life of a Fan," providing that Oliver Saari can be persuaded with anything less forcefully direct than a baseball bat, to play the lead role. These shorts may develop, in time, into a full-length feature. But the real application of moom pitchers to fandom should be at the conventions. Instead of renting expensive and outdated 35mm professional fantasy pictures for showing at the occasion, why not simply roll our own, and have a permanent record of everything that goes on? Thus, we'll say that the South won its bid for the 1942 DIXIECON in Washington, Okay. Starting from the beginning there'd be highlight shorts of what went on behind the scenes to produce the convention. Discussions between the principal sponsors, then the arrival of stickers and membership cards from Cott's Closeup of Milty's or Speer's typewriter, printing the name of the first member on the card; hand inserts stickers and card into envelope, flash to same hand placing envelope in mailbox. Then a roaring, ain rushing around a bend toward the camera -- a stock shot easily obtained from dealers and equally to make -- followed by a hand dropping a letter into someone's mailbox. Another hand -- this is a "handy" idea in more ways than one! -- retrieves the letter, tears it open, then the camera comes in for a close-up of the sticker -- COME TO THE DC Con IN 1942! Fadeout into a shot of all the various plugs for the convention in the fanzines. A second elapses, then one of the old standby devices for registering the passage of time on the screen, such as the leaves of a calendar fluttering off, is superimposed on the plugs of the fanzines. Assuming that the "D C Con" will be held on Labor Day, the leaf fluttering will promptly cease a few days before that date is reached, and the remaining leaves will be lifted and the date marked with a pencil.
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