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En Garde, whole no. 17, April 1946
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page 12. grey leather." Wonder if he really means that? Or is it actually bound in leather? We're thinking maybe he has confused fabricoid (a trade name, we believe) or some imitation with the real leather. The latter would be rather expensive; there are any number of other book coverings in use today under a variety of fancy trade-names, but it usually boils down to buckram. Going out on a limb and admitting I know very little about the matter, I've gained the impression that all book covers, regardless of the fancy name they're sold under, are nothing more than coarse cloth treated and stiffened with preparations or dressings of one kind or another; the secret of any particular trade-name cover being the dressing they use on the cloth. Presumably this includes everything from soaking them in shellac to pouring stale beer over the cloth. No matter what it is, it usually smells when you let a lighted cigarette burn a hole in it. My book-binder friend, an aged gentleman who likes to boast as much as the rest of us, told me of a book he once bound in human skin for a medical practicioner. The skin came from Africa, he claimed. I never visit the bindery but what I examine his employees carefully. (Let's skin out of this subject.) THE GNASHING OF MOLARS . . . Ackerman's Glom and the inserting of pictures from the Fort MacArthur Alert therein reminded me that Ackerman once ran a picture in that newspaper which was stolen from a Le Zombie cover. Stolen, because the picture was pertinent to the matter being discussed and he failed to give credit to the source of the picture. 'Twas a spaceship. (I'm thin-skinned.) JUST AN INNOCENT BYSTANDER . . . Frankly admitting that we're standing back watching the entire proceedings with something akin to diabolic glee, still, it must be said that there is something ironical about it all. The matter in reference is the Bok lithograph of that scurrilous critter, Bob Tucker, of whom it might be said is a lewd person indeed. The whole incident reminds me of a retort Mark Reinsberg is alleged to have made to his shipmates who were riding him. Mark, you may remember, signed up with a freighter crew several years ago and made a round-trip to South America. He was cabin boy or something similar. A Jew takes a verbal thrashing wherever he goes; Mark was no exception and I understand he was the only Jew in the crew. Apparently they rode him the entire trip, Mark taking it as cheer-
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page 12. grey leather." Wonder if he really means that? Or is it actually bound in leather? We're thinking maybe he has confused fabricoid (a trade name, we believe) or some imitation with the real leather. The latter would be rather expensive; there are any number of other book coverings in use today under a variety of fancy trade-names, but it usually boils down to buckram. Going out on a limb and admitting I know very little about the matter, I've gained the impression that all book covers, regardless of the fancy name they're sold under, are nothing more than coarse cloth treated and stiffened with preparations or dressings of one kind or another; the secret of any particular trade-name cover being the dressing they use on the cloth. Presumably this includes everything from soaking them in shellac to pouring stale beer over the cloth. No matter what it is, it usually smells when you let a lighted cigarette burn a hole in it. My book-binder friend, an aged gentleman who likes to boast as much as the rest of us, told me of a book he once bound in human skin for a medical practicioner. The skin came from Africa, he claimed. I never visit the bindery but what I examine his employees carefully. (Let's skin out of this subject.) THE GNASHING OF MOLARS . . . Ackerman's Glom and the inserting of pictures from the Fort MacArthur Alert therein reminded me that Ackerman once ran a picture in that newspaper which was stolen from a Le Zombie cover. Stolen, because the picture was pertinent to the matter being discussed and he failed to give credit to the source of the picture. 'Twas a spaceship. (I'm thin-skinned.) JUST AN INNOCENT BYSTANDER . . . Frankly admitting that we're standing back watching the entire proceedings with something akin to diabolic glee, still, it must be said that there is something ironical about it all. The matter in reference is the Bok lithograph of that scurrilous critter, Bob Tucker, of whom it might be said is a lewd person indeed. The whole incident reminds me of a retort Mark Reinsberg is alleged to have made to his shipmates who were riding him. Mark, you may remember, signed up with a freighter crew several years ago and made a round-trip to South America. He was cabin boy or something similar. A Jew takes a verbal thrashing wherever he goes; Mark was no exception and I understand he was the only Jew in the crew. Apparently they rode him the entire trip, Mark taking it as cheer-
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