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Fanfare, v. 1, issue 1, December 1939
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FANFARE 13 ful share of "clicking mandibles," "gnats swooning down to snatch you up in clashing talons," "and clicking mandibles laboring up and down anyone that were mere cracks in the hero's kitchen floor," "clicking mand.......ugh!" That's what you got and it didn't do you any good to holler for something difern't, for the editors knew what you wanted even if you didn't and you got clicking mandibles nine and a half times out of ten! Methinks that it was this great mandible-clicking "era" that really "made" Jack Williamson and Ray Cummings. And how they clicked them! Finally the clicking gave 'way to a new horror. A horror that gripped your brain pan and pulled the cork out of the brain-hole. Everytime you smelled a rose you tweaked it suspiciously first. Whenever the girl friend pinned a forget-me-not in your lapel, you first threw the innocent flower upon the ground jumped up and down on it. Remember?----that was the "era" of biology gone askew! Wow! The trees that contained humans living within them. The flowers that contained the villain's head in it's heart. The terrible tiger, and vampire, and elephant, and what-have-you plants that killed men right and left. The plants and trees that got up and walked. The tree that chased it's intended victims. The plant that lured it's prey with suble odors and hahish creams. The cute little violets that hopped up on your arm and sunk it s uninvited roots into your bloodstream. Yup, you walked down the middle of the street at night, and if an idle breeze blew a dead branch your way, you screamed for the squad care! Golly! Run when you pass that garden; that large head of cabbage might take a notion to persue you! And then we came to the present era; super-super-super-ultra sci- and bigness of plot, story and locale. Interstellar on a tremendous scale! Whole star clusters zipped thru in the twinkling of an eye while the shero speeds along in his spaceship fifty-six and one-half times faster than light. Perhaps he even approaches the speed of thought; ab-solutely the fastest thing in creation! What next, chums: What is left to run hog-wild on? The mandibles have pretty well clicked dull, altho now and then a clicker arises. The cabbages and trees and forgetmenots and violets and hish bushes are pretty well hahished out, altho now and then one goes on a madcap spree. So what is next? I can see three steps; (1) ; The humor story, that for the most part is confined to UNKNOWN. Perhaps other publishers haven't caught on to it yet, but this humourous touch is what is making UNKNOWN as popular as it is. Amazing and FANTASTIC ADVENTURES found that out when they each ran a humour story recently. -or- (2) : The delightful what-would-you-call-it of L. Sprague de Camp. "Employment," "Blue Giraffe," "Divide and Rule" "The Gnarly Man," "forsaking All Others," etc. Almost without excpetion, these stories rank highest in the issue they appear. -or- 3) : Sex, a la MARVEL. What more needs be said? _______________________________ Bob Tucker, Box 260, Bloomington, Illinois, publishes and puts out every other weeke an interesting four-page (sometimes six) scientifanmag, Le Zombie which contains an amazing number of departmets among which are 'The Moom Pitchers' 'The Amateur Press' 'Personals-items about you' etc. Occasionally one runs acroos 'Imaginary Intervies With Imaginary Geniuses -or- How Editors Get Free Publicity' . This mag may be obtainable at threee issues for ten cents. But the editor will send a free sample to anyone not having seen a copy.
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FANFARE 13 ful share of "clicking mandibles," "gnats swooning down to snatch you up in clashing talons," "and clicking mandibles laboring up and down anyone that were mere cracks in the hero's kitchen floor," "clicking mand.......ugh!" That's what you got and it didn't do you any good to holler for something difern't, for the editors knew what you wanted even if you didn't and you got clicking mandibles nine and a half times out of ten! Methinks that it was this great mandible-clicking "era" that really "made" Jack Williamson and Ray Cummings. And how they clicked them! Finally the clicking gave 'way to a new horror. A horror that gripped your brain pan and pulled the cork out of the brain-hole. Everytime you smelled a rose you tweaked it suspiciously first. Whenever the girl friend pinned a forget-me-not in your lapel, you first threw the innocent flower upon the ground jumped up and down on it. Remember?----that was the "era" of biology gone askew! Wow! The trees that contained humans living within them. The flowers that contained the villain's head in it's heart. The terrible tiger, and vampire, and elephant, and what-have-you plants that killed men right and left. The plants and trees that got up and walked. The tree that chased it's intended victims. The plant that lured it's prey with suble odors and hahish creams. The cute little violets that hopped up on your arm and sunk it s uninvited roots into your bloodstream. Yup, you walked down the middle of the street at night, and if an idle breeze blew a dead branch your way, you screamed for the squad care! Golly! Run when you pass that garden; that large head of cabbage might take a notion to persue you! And then we came to the present era; super-super-super-ultra sci- and bigness of plot, story and locale. Interstellar on a tremendous scale! Whole star clusters zipped thru in the twinkling of an eye while the shero speeds along in his spaceship fifty-six and one-half times faster than light. Perhaps he even approaches the speed of thought; ab-solutely the fastest thing in creation! What next, chums: What is left to run hog-wild on? The mandibles have pretty well clicked dull, altho now and then a clicker arises. The cabbages and trees and forgetmenots and violets and hish bushes are pretty well hahished out, altho now and then one goes on a madcap spree. So what is next? I can see three steps; (1) ; The humor story, that for the most part is confined to UNKNOWN. Perhaps other publishers haven't caught on to it yet, but this humourous touch is what is making UNKNOWN as popular as it is. Amazing and FANTASTIC ADVENTURES found that out when they each ran a humour story recently. -or- (2) : The delightful what-would-you-call-it of L. Sprague de Camp. "Employment," "Blue Giraffe," "Divide and Rule" "The Gnarly Man," "forsaking All Others," etc. Almost without excpetion, these stories rank highest in the issue they appear. -or- 3) : Sex, a la MARVEL. What more needs be said? _______________________________ Bob Tucker, Box 260, Bloomington, Illinois, publishes and puts out every other weeke an interesting four-page (sometimes six) scientifanmag, Le Zombie which contains an amazing number of departmets among which are 'The Moom Pitchers' 'The Amateur Press' 'Personals-items about you' etc. Occasionally one runs acroos 'Imaginary Intervies With Imaginary Geniuses -or- How Editors Get Free Publicity' . This mag may be obtainable at threee issues for ten cents. But the editor will send a free sample to anyone not having seen a copy.
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