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Vantage Point, issue 1, March 14, 1945

VANTAGE POINT No. 1 March 14th, 1945
A battery of opinion published by John Michel for the benefit of the Vanguard Amateur Press Association---and other worthy cognoscenti.

WHERE IS MY WANDERING TEST TUBE TONIGHT?

A number of our professional sad sacks have been brutally bashed on the noggin by the fortunes of war at recent date and are seeing hard times and catastrophe in the stars. While not agreeing with the spirit of this oracle, I am, unhappily at one with its letter. The war emergency and the manpower crisis have nourished my purse to the point where it can no longer honestly be called trash, but I am still far from being a happy man, as a 4F scribe with no difficulty at all in singling out the sounds of Uncle Sam's hunting horn.
At the same time I will admit to being in no restricted pickle. The Champagne Circuit is struggling along sans breast of guniea hen; Lucius Beebe is down to his last embroidered weskit; at least one hundred twenty millions of our people have resigned themselves to life without Oklahoma! and Mr. Bennett Cerf is faced with the ghastly dilemma of steadfastedly refusing to edit another anthology on the grounds that his next smash hit will exhaust the paper ration of his publishers up to 1948. 
The international situation is equally depressing. The masses are staring at Mr. Churchull, while Mr. Churchill is staring at the masses. General De Gaulle trips his light fantastic, dropping in his wake canny Gallicisms which in one way or another cancel out the beautiful speeches of the night before. Italy is in an uproar, Belgium is on the toboggan, Greece has blown itself to hell and the Swedes and the Swiss have as yet done little but make faint, squeaking noises in the direction of Germany. But I am wise enough to know that there is

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VANTAGE POINT No. 1 March 14th, 1945 A battery of opinion published by John Michel for the benefit of the Vanguard Amateur Press Association---and other worthy cognoscenti. WHERE IS MY WANDERING TEST TUBE TONIGHT? A number of our professional sad sacks have been brutally bashed on the noggin by the fortunes of war at recent date and are seeing hard times and catastrophe in the stars. While not agreeing with the spirit of this oracle, I am, unhappily at one with its letter. The war emergency and the manpower crisis have nourished my purse to the point where it can no longer honestly be called trash, but I am still far from being a happy man, as a 4F scribe with no difficulty at all in singling out the sounds of Uncle Sam's hunting horn. At the same time I will admit to being in no restricted pickle. The Champagne Circuit is struggling along sans breast of guniea hen; Lucius Beebe is down to his last embroidered weskit; at least one hundred twenty millions of our people have resigned themselves to life without Oklahoma! and Mr. Bennett Cerf is faced with the ghastly dilemma of steadfastedly refusing to edit another anthology on the grounds that his next smash hit will exhaust the paper ration of his publishers up to 1948. The international situation is equally depressing. The masses are staring at Mr. Churchull, while Mr. Churchill is staring at the masses. General De Gaulle trips his light fantastic, dropping in his wake canny Gallicisms which in one way or another cancel out the beautiful speeches of the night before. Italy is in an uproar, Belgium is on the toboggan, Greece has blown itself to hell and the Swedes and the Swiss have as yet done little but make faint, squeaking noises in the direction of Germany. But I am wise enough to know that there is