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Voice of the Imagination, whole no. 24, August 1942

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tion, to see whether it was worth two cents or not, or maybe it is three, I've heard some rumors that postage went up. (Idle rumors, Walt; U still can get 2c stamps like always.) If anybody can make out that last cryptic sentence, make three carbon copies and throw them away, send me the original and I will send you a picture to set on your piano, make six carbon copies, throw them away and the original too and I'll come and sit on the piano myself, Which reminds me of the story of the rooster that wore red pants, but that is another story entirely. "Speaking of carbon, that was a lousy pun you pulled, Forry, about your Mother being scared by a street car, thereby making you allergic to carbonated water, frankly I don't get it." (My, my, how steetcars -- I mean anecdotes -- get around. Wasnt that ritten [sic] in a private loveletter to Abby Lu Ashley, wherein I reveald [sic] how Carroll Wymack once fell asleep reading an Ackermanuscript, was carryd [sic] to the end of the line, startled into wakefulness by the conductor, thereby prenatally prejudicing me against carbarnated [sic] beverages? Those tickly bubbles terrorize my tongue. - Foojak)
SCHMARJE, 318 Stewart Rd, Muscatine, Iowa, who, in attempting to clear up the confusino surrounding his mercurial changes of mind, only adds to the chaos by introducing a cousin Harris who uses his adres [sic] on occasions, says: "I feel terribly hurt by Mr. Jenkins' attitude of lofty sarcasm and deep hatred of me. I don't feel that way toward him... In fact, I have a warm place in my soft heart for him. " Jenkins is a great writer; no doubt existing about that. He is a thinker, possessing a great mind. Yet, in complete possession of this hitherto incomparable cerebrum, he tosses sarcastic paragrafs [sic] at me when ever he can; not even personally, but he makes these remarks to our mutual friend, Raymond Washington, who in turn relays them to me. Hell, I feel terribly hurt, as I said before, that any fan should be so devestatingly [sic] against me."
The Mogul of Maryland, Hagerstown's own HARRY WARNER JR, rites [sic] us from 303 Bryan Pl: "I'm tempted to agree with Widner that to spend ten bucks on a cover when the other thirteen pages' cost probably wasn't more than half that is terrible; but then I look at the cover again, and my heart overrules my head's mature consideration. This is the first time I've seen a good photo of Rosenblum. Doesn't he look like a prime minister or something, though? " The great Christianity debate interests me very much. I attended a Catholic parochial school through the first seven grades, although I was raised and my parents are Protestant. From this experience, I emerged with the firm conviction that a combination of the Catholic mass and Lutheran, perhaps, 'church services' would be bearable, because in that way we'd escape that atrocity that keeps millinos of people away from protestant churches, The Sermon. " Unlike Art Widner, I cannot comprehend a universe without beginning or end, anymore than I can comprehend one with beginning or end, of either time or space. Can anyone? s to Christianity's merits as a world-bettering force, think it's done far more for good than bad in last sevral [sic] 1000 yrs [sic]. Holding true today. Two men taken from same social status, of same degree of intelligence, with aproxly [sic] equal natural ability, & one grows up to become a priest & the other a w.c. worker; in thond [?], the prient almost invariably willve lived the better life, have been a "better" man. "Now if we could figure out a way to have five hundred ministers or priests for each member of the congregation, instead of vice versa, all would be well. " But I cannot call myself a ture [sic] 'believer'." Thinks it very possible there is a God, or maybe a number of them. They may be on the order of the Arisians; there may be greater & lesser Gods. If there;s a surpreme maker of everything, logical to presume life after death. " But Hell or Purgatory would be too odd of God. And doesnt think Bible worth the daily reading Christians are sposed [sic] to afford it. Contains many fine things apearing [sic], as far as we've the power to judge, to be truths. But most, if divinely inspired, was so terribly distorted somewhere along line as to render useless. A fine God who -- (& here Harry picks on one of my favorite topix [sic] for apoplexy wen anybody mentions the paradoxial picture of a benevolent God in consideration of the curse about "unto the third generation") sends down punishment upon innocent children because of misdeeds of their fathers. (Of all the godamnd greatgrandfans bcuz greatgrandsap blasfemed the Big Boy, frinstance--! Y, I shoudnt blame 4sJ the 4th a bit if he came back in his time machine to bump me off. Maybe I better go ahead first & get him. Wait, what is that misty shape materializing in the far corner of the rm? My (Great Grand) Son, My (Great Grand) Son! What is that funny lil pencilike gadget U're pointing at me? No! No! not-- [all sic] Xrpt from Shangri-L'A Facts: "The body of Forrest J Ackerman was found here today, murdered, police believe, under mystifying circumstances. A neat hole was burned thru his heart, and his staring eyes carried a look of what the coroner described as 'utter incredulity'. The door was locked from the inside.") " Harry goes on to wonder if Smith purposely patternd [sic] his Lonsmanuscripts after "all this?" Doesnt think he meant to satirize Christianity but there're so many similar points. Arisians to correspond with God (I Corresponded with God--Honest to God I Did!) & the angels, who pick out in certain men (& even one woman) to be their disciples or workers for good; in the series they're Lensmen, in the Bible they're called prophets & saints. Whatshisname, the black-sheep Arisian who turned out to be the bigshot Boskonian, corresponds with the fallen angel, Lucifer or Satan. Many other similaritys [sic]. At least it proves there are good plots in the Bible. " But he likes Moffatt's sane attitude, anyway, & his sensible retorts to Chauvonet & the rest. --FLASH! We interrupt the condensation of the Warnoremarks for an important announcement! Bad news for fandom as Tucker rites [sic]: "Will you please announce in VOM that I am again resigning from fandom. (P.S. the girl on the back is a witch!)" Returning to Warnor: "Glad to see the praises for Rosenblum, who is certainly the most unappreciated fan oxtant. I wonder how Webster will reconcile the way British fans are shoving him into a prominent job with the new British fan

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tion, to see whether it was worth two cents or not, or maybe it is three, I've heard some rumors that postage went up. (Idle rumors, Walt; U still can get 2c stamps like always.) If anybody can make out that last cryptic sentence, make three carbon copies and throw them away, send me the original and I will send you a picture to set on your piano, make six carbon copies, throw them away and the original too and I'll come and sit on the piano myself, Which reminds me of the story of the rooster that wore red pants, but that is another story entirely. "Speaking of carbon, that was a lousy pun you pulled, Forry, about your Mother being scared by a street car, thereby making you allergic to carbonated water, frankly I don't get it." (My, my, how steetcars -- I mean anecdotes -- get around. Wasnt that ritten [sic] in a private loveletter to Abby Lu Ashley, wherein I reveald [sic] how Carroll Wymack once fell asleep reading an Ackermanuscript, was carryd [sic] to the end of the line, startled into wakefulness by the conductor, thereby prenatally prejudicing me against carbarnated [sic] beverages? Those tickly bubbles terrorize my tongue. - Foojak) SCHMARJE, 318 Stewart Rd, Muscatine, Iowa, who, in attempting to clear up the confusino surrounding his mercurial changes of mind, only adds to the chaos by introducing a cousin Harris who uses his adres [sic] on occasions, says: "I feel terribly hurt by Mr. Jenkins' attitude of lofty sarcasm and deep hatred of me. I don't feel that way toward him... In fact, I have a warm place in my soft heart for him. " Jenkins is a great writer; no doubt existing about that. He is a thinker, possessing a great mind. Yet, in complete possession of this hitherto incomparable cerebrum, he tosses sarcastic paragrafs [sic] at me when ever he can; not even personally, but he makes these remarks to our mutual friend, Raymond Washington, who in turn relays them to me. Hell, I feel terribly hurt, as I said before, that any fan should be so devestatingly [sic] against me." The Mogul of Maryland, Hagerstown's own HARRY WARNER JR, rites [sic] us from 303 Bryan Pl: "I'm tempted to agree with Widner that to spend ten bucks on a cover when the other thirteen pages' cost probably wasn't more than half that is terrible; but then I look at the cover again, and my heart overrules my head's mature consideration. This is the first time I've seen a good photo of Rosenblum. Doesn't he look like a prime minister or something, though? " The great Christianity debate interests me very much. I attended a Catholic parochial school through the first seven grades, although I was raised and my parents are Protestant. From this experience, I emerged with the firm conviction that a combination of the Catholic mass and Lutheran, perhaps, 'church services' would be bearable, because in that way we'd escape that atrocity that keeps millinos of people away from protestant churches, The Sermon. " Unlike Art Widner, I cannot comprehend a universe without beginning or end, anymore than I can comprehend one with beginning or end, of either time or space. Can anyone? s to Christianity's merits as a world-bettering force, think it's done far more for good than bad in last sevral [sic] 1000 yrs [sic]. Holding true today. Two men taken from same social status, of same degree of intelligence, with aproxly [sic] equal natural ability, & one grows up to become a priest & the other a w.c. worker; in thond [?], the prient almost invariably willve lived the better life, have been a "better" man. "Now if we could figure out a way to have five hundred ministers or priests for each member of the congregation, instead of vice versa, all would be well. " But I cannot call myself a ture [sic] 'believer'." Thinks it very possible there is a God, or maybe a number of them. They may be on the order of the Arisians; there may be greater & lesser Gods. If there;s a surpreme maker of everything, logical to presume life after death. " But Hell or Purgatory would be too odd of God. And doesnt think Bible worth the daily reading Christians are sposed [sic] to afford it. Contains many fine things apearing [sic], as far as we've the power to judge, to be truths. But most, if divinely inspired, was so terribly distorted somewhere along line as to render useless. A fine God who -- (& here Harry picks on one of my favorite topix [sic] for apoplexy wen anybody mentions the paradoxial picture of a benevolent God in consideration of the curse about "unto the third generation") sends down punishment upon innocent children because of misdeeds of their fathers. (Of all the godamnd greatgrandfans bcuz greatgrandsap blasfemed the Big Boy, frinstance--! Y, I shoudnt blame 4sJ the 4th a bit if he came back in his time machine to bump me off. Maybe I better go ahead first & get him. Wait, what is that misty shape materializing in the far corner of the rm? My (Great Grand) Son, My (Great Grand) Son! What is that funny lil pencilike gadget U're pointing at me? No! No! not-- [all sic] Xrpt from Shangri-L'A Facts: "The body of Forrest J Ackerman was found here today, murdered, police believe, under mystifying circumstances. A neat hole was burned thru his heart, and his staring eyes carried a look of what the coroner described as 'utter incredulity'. The door was locked from the inside.") " Harry goes on to wonder if Smith purposely patternd [sic] his Lonsmanuscripts after "all this?" Doesnt think he meant to satirize Christianity but there're so many similar points. Arisians to correspond with God (I Corresponded with God--Honest to God I Did!) & the angels, who pick out in certain men (& even one woman) to be their disciples or workers for good; in the series they're Lensmen, in the Bible they're called prophets & saints. Whatshisname, the black-sheep Arisian who turned out to be the bigshot Boskonian, corresponds with the fallen angel, Lucifer or Satan. Many other similaritys [sic]. At least it proves there are good plots in the Bible. " But he likes Moffatt's sane attitude, anyway, & his sensible retorts to Chauvonet & the rest. --FLASH! We interrupt the condensation of the Warnoremarks for an important announcement! Bad news for fandom as Tucker rites [sic]: "Will you please announce in VOM that I am again resigning from fandom. (P.S. the girl on the back is a witch!)" Returning to Warnor: "Glad to see the praises for Rosenblum, who is certainly the most unappreciated fan oxtant. I wonder how Webster will reconcile the way British fans are shoving him into a prominent job with the new British fan