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Voice of the Imagination (VOM), v. 1, issue 4, December 1939
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VOICE OF THE IMAGINATION 5 back-number shop, with the only illumination a precariously-perched-on-a-shelf kerosene lamp (no fooling!), and the were-wolves baying all around. And the talk of Lovecraft on the way home! Now, who could this "NYState fan" be, who said such a treasonous saying? You did the humane thing by omitting his name anyway—he wouldn't even be alive for the next meeting of the QSFL otherwise. Later Mikros also arrived... Keep all the LASFL pubs directed this way, and I'll make up for it--meaning Bradbury, too." MARK REINSBERG - a Name to Conjure With -- from Chicon HQ at 3156 Cambridge Ave, Chicago: "Madamadge & Co.: Danku!(Which is as near as memory approximates to Esperanto for 'thank you'I): (near enuf: danken is the correct form.) Really appreciate fine job cf editorial revision dun by the Mad—genius on my humble letr — the way 4E received it. Wood'v bin embarasd no end had my original 'epic' apeard. I madgin it took no litl cur-age to print ur multipl reactuns to the famus Ex Clusion act. I ASTRA ADmire U all for it. CONVENTION GOING AH£AD. Already lined up marvelous hall in the city's great Industrial Museum (seating cap. over 300) so affair will at least have a science background. Also investigating possibilities of using their facilities in the bargain (and it is a bargain!) for the showing of sound pictures. (Maybe Krupa's projected movie!) Also 'Doc' Smith to be there -- most probably as guest of honor! He says he will be glad to speak also ... a different type of a speech! But won't say any more as too much can happen in too short a time. Just don't forget CHICAGO IN 1940! Personal note: Help! 4e come to my aid! I've taken up French went sour. Now it's German Sprache that's killing me. Honest Doctor 4e, l only took it up to learn four words & I don't know whether I have them yet. They were: "Don't Shoot! I surrender!" But 4e, what if the U.S. stays out of it? What'll I do with my fancy Deutsch vocabulary when I won't have to contribute my share of cannon-fodder? (Oh, well, perhaps they all get that way before they take up Esperanto. It stands to reason that if Esperanto is the tongue of tomoro, it's the safest investment for the war of tomoro.) Hmmm. Somehow that isn't as funny as I thought it would be..." (Ditch the Deutsch; now it's war to the Finnish! Hmmm. Somehow that isn't ditto.) DICK WILSON (no komment rekwired): "Dear Youse: Especially gratifying to one who but by the tarter on his teeth, escaped oustation at the notorious 'World' convention is your official stand on the Exclusion Act as printed on page 1 of VotIM. Thanks. The Plymouth Rock (stop that!) has been supplanted by a 1750 Ford — $17.50 Ford, rather, yclept Baby, after Sar Kastik's favorite fantascience film's characters' automobile: "Three Comrades" y'know. For further details see your local Escape. The Ivory Tower, joint- (and here I anticipate an underlined interjection) residence of DW (Dirk Wylie, Don Wollheim, Dick Wilson) & Johnny Michel, Futurian House's successor, is at the moment (28 Sep 39) in a state perhaps best described as a shambles. Everything is in except for Don's furniture and the bookcases. It is this latter that makes for the distasteful, if Bohemian, appearance, for the six-or-so-hundred books are piled in great confusion on the floor. When Don's fabulous library and the bookcases arrive and are one-inside-the- other-edly placed around the living room wails we expect to have the largest collection of science- and fantasy-fiction extant. Comparisons welcomed ... At least two annoyances have manifested themselves thus far. Dirk finds it necessary to arise at 4:30 of a morn in order to get out, waaaaay out, to Bellerose and his gas station by 7. I have discovered an unhappy alarm-clock phobia somewhere in me; unless I place said jangling instrument beyond my reach upon retiring, I discover too late that I have reached out in a semi-comatose state and unjangled it, leading to differences with higher-ups who unreasonably frown upon tardiness in Wall Street. The as-complete-as-possible history of Futurian House that was has been sent for publication to the M.S.A. Bulletin, wherein those interested in extremely gory details may read of the
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VOICE OF THE IMAGINATION 5 back-number shop, with the only illumination a precariously-perched-on-a-shelf kerosene lamp (no fooling!), and the were-wolves baying all around. And the talk of Lovecraft on the way home! Now, who could this "NYState fan" be, who said such a treasonous saying? You did the humane thing by omitting his name anyway—he wouldn't even be alive for the next meeting of the QSFL otherwise. Later Mikros also arrived... Keep all the LASFL pubs directed this way, and I'll make up for it--meaning Bradbury, too." MARK REINSBERG - a Name to Conjure With -- from Chicon HQ at 3156 Cambridge Ave, Chicago: "Madamadge & Co.: Danku!(Which is as near as memory approximates to Esperanto for 'thank you'I): (near enuf: danken is the correct form.) Really appreciate fine job cf editorial revision dun by the Mad—genius on my humble letr — the way 4E received it. Wood'v bin embarasd no end had my original 'epic' apeard. I madgin it took no litl cur-age to print ur multipl reactuns to the famus Ex Clusion act. I ASTRA ADmire U all for it. CONVENTION GOING AH£AD. Already lined up marvelous hall in the city's great Industrial Museum (seating cap. over 300) so affair will at least have a science background. Also investigating possibilities of using their facilities in the bargain (and it is a bargain!) for the showing of sound pictures. (Maybe Krupa's projected movie!) Also 'Doc' Smith to be there -- most probably as guest of honor! He says he will be glad to speak also ... a different type of a speech! But won't say any more as too much can happen in too short a time. Just don't forget CHICAGO IN 1940! Personal note: Help! 4e come to my aid! I've taken up French went sour. Now it's German Sprache that's killing me. Honest Doctor 4e, l only took it up to learn four words & I don't know whether I have them yet. They were: "Don't Shoot! I surrender!" But 4e, what if the U.S. stays out of it? What'll I do with my fancy Deutsch vocabulary when I won't have to contribute my share of cannon-fodder? (Oh, well, perhaps they all get that way before they take up Esperanto. It stands to reason that if Esperanto is the tongue of tomoro, it's the safest investment for the war of tomoro.) Hmmm. Somehow that isn't as funny as I thought it would be..." (Ditch the Deutsch; now it's war to the Finnish! Hmmm. Somehow that isn't ditto.) DICK WILSON (no komment rekwired): "Dear Youse: Especially gratifying to one who but by the tarter on his teeth, escaped oustation at the notorious 'World' convention is your official stand on the Exclusion Act as printed on page 1 of VotIM. Thanks. The Plymouth Rock (stop that!) has been supplanted by a 1750 Ford — $17.50 Ford, rather, yclept Baby, after Sar Kastik's favorite fantascience film's characters' automobile: "Three Comrades" y'know. For further details see your local Escape. The Ivory Tower, joint- (and here I anticipate an underlined interjection) residence of DW (Dirk Wylie, Don Wollheim, Dick Wilson) & Johnny Michel, Futurian House's successor, is at the moment (28 Sep 39) in a state perhaps best described as a shambles. Everything is in except for Don's furniture and the bookcases. It is this latter that makes for the distasteful, if Bohemian, appearance, for the six-or-so-hundred books are piled in great confusion on the floor. When Don's fabulous library and the bookcases arrive and are one-inside-the- other-edly placed around the living room wails we expect to have the largest collection of science- and fantasy-fiction extant. Comparisons welcomed ... At least two annoyances have manifested themselves thus far. Dirk finds it necessary to arise at 4:30 of a morn in order to get out, waaaaay out, to Bellerose and his gas station by 7. I have discovered an unhappy alarm-clock phobia somewhere in me; unless I place said jangling instrument beyond my reach upon retiring, I discover too late that I have reached out in a semi-comatose state and unjangled it, leading to differences with higher-ups who unreasonably frown upon tardiness in Wall Street. The as-complete-as-possible history of Futurian House that was has been sent for publication to the M.S.A. Bulletin, wherein those interested in extremely gory details may read of the
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