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Le Zombie, v. 4, issue 5, whole no. 40, July 1941
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(5) Ackerman, upon receiving the envelope he did not now recognize, reverted to his usual habit of turning it upside down and addressing it again; this time to me that fanmag I mentioned receiving just before the Chicon. The battered old carrier is now under glass in my den, fairly crawling with famous addresses and handwriting fascimilies. I treasure it. The delicate perfume of that Chicago girl lingers on, mixed with other, assailing odors. And that is the tale of but one envelope. There are many others, but none as colorful as that. And now we come to a bit of old brown wrapping paper, mentioned on the previous page as being received from Ron Holmes. As I removed the paper from the magazines, part of the paper tape containing my address became unloosened, and gently peering beneath, I found that the wrapper had gone to Holmes by way of Australia! So, therefore, my keen nose in search of a scent, I deduced: July 16, Korshak departed from the "Little Olde Hatte Shoppe", Chicago, with a certain amount of brown wrapping paper. In this paper he wrapped three books of stfal nature, and sent them to Shroyer in Decatur, Ind. by parcel post. **Upon reaching Shroyer's house they remained wrapped for nine days while a wet party was going on in the room where they had been tossed. Two nights in succession a cat slept on them. (I was unable to determine how the cat slept through the noise.) July 25, Shroyer opened the bundle and discovered the covers were ruined by moisture; in anger and dismay he returned them to Korshak. He had a beer in his hand as he licked the stamps, the beer was Blatz, and it was flat. July 30, Korshak again mailed to Shroyer the books, new copies, and this time they were inner-wrapped in oilslick. Korshak was grinning and drooling as he tied the string. **August 9, Shroyer turned the paper inside out and addressed two old, ragged books to Joe Gilbert. Shroyer still had the same flat, Blatz beer in his hand. **Gilbert received the books, wrapped up a condenser coil and three broken radio tubes in the paper, and carried the packet over to Harry Jenkins. ** Jenkins used the paper to mail a packet of old love letters to a frield (girl?) in NYC. The letters were written in green ink, were some years old. Jenkins smoked a briar pipe that hadn't been cleaned since May Day, 1936, as he licked the stamps.** How the paper left the friend's (girl?) hands is not known. It next turned up at Julie Unger's place in Brooklyn, who used it to send three copies of Future Fiction and one Planet to John Millard in Jackson, Mich. Unger was eating peppermint drops when he mailed it, and just recovered from a cold. **Millard made use of the wrapper immediately, sending two phonograph records to Wale Daugherty in L.A. One of the records was warped, and beginning to crack at the edge. Millard smokes Camels. ** Daugherty carried the paper over to Ackerman, knowing the latter saves such. ** A few days later Ackerman mailed a bulky fan article (probably on the Chicon) to Erin Russell in Australia, still using the paper. He had again just finished a choclit malt, but this one had a two-day-old egg in it. Morojo licked the stamps and stikers. The customs inspector (or censor?) who intercepted the package smoked cheap cigars, drank a very cheap grade of whiskey, had a glass eye and a missing thumb. He once failed a Boy Scout test; tied poor knots. ** Eric Russell kept the paper two weeks, once threw it away, retrieved it again, and finally used it to mail some western magazines to Ron Holmes in England. Russell lives in a two story frame house, crawling with red termites. (next page)
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(5) Ackerman, upon receiving the envelope he did not now recognize, reverted to his usual habit of turning it upside down and addressing it again; this time to me that fanmag I mentioned receiving just before the Chicon. The battered old carrier is now under glass in my den, fairly crawling with famous addresses and handwriting fascimilies. I treasure it. The delicate perfume of that Chicago girl lingers on, mixed with other, assailing odors. And that is the tale of but one envelope. There are many others, but none as colorful as that. And now we come to a bit of old brown wrapping paper, mentioned on the previous page as being received from Ron Holmes. As I removed the paper from the magazines, part of the paper tape containing my address became unloosened, and gently peering beneath, I found that the wrapper had gone to Holmes by way of Australia! So, therefore, my keen nose in search of a scent, I deduced: July 16, Korshak departed from the "Little Olde Hatte Shoppe", Chicago, with a certain amount of brown wrapping paper. In this paper he wrapped three books of stfal nature, and sent them to Shroyer in Decatur, Ind. by parcel post. **Upon reaching Shroyer's house they remained wrapped for nine days while a wet party was going on in the room where they had been tossed. Two nights in succession a cat slept on them. (I was unable to determine how the cat slept through the noise.) July 25, Shroyer opened the bundle and discovered the covers were ruined by moisture; in anger and dismay he returned them to Korshak. He had a beer in his hand as he licked the stamps, the beer was Blatz, and it was flat. July 30, Korshak again mailed to Shroyer the books, new copies, and this time they were inner-wrapped in oilslick. Korshak was grinning and drooling as he tied the string. **August 9, Shroyer turned the paper inside out and addressed two old, ragged books to Joe Gilbert. Shroyer still had the same flat, Blatz beer in his hand. **Gilbert received the books, wrapped up a condenser coil and three broken radio tubes in the paper, and carried the packet over to Harry Jenkins. ** Jenkins used the paper to mail a packet of old love letters to a frield (girl?) in NYC. The letters were written in green ink, were some years old. Jenkins smoked a briar pipe that hadn't been cleaned since May Day, 1936, as he licked the stamps.** How the paper left the friend's (girl?) hands is not known. It next turned up at Julie Unger's place in Brooklyn, who used it to send three copies of Future Fiction and one Planet to John Millard in Jackson, Mich. Unger was eating peppermint drops when he mailed it, and just recovered from a cold. **Millard made use of the wrapper immediately, sending two phonograph records to Wale Daugherty in L.A. One of the records was warped, and beginning to crack at the edge. Millard smokes Camels. ** Daugherty carried the paper over to Ackerman, knowing the latter saves such. ** A few days later Ackerman mailed a bulky fan article (probably on the Chicon) to Erin Russell in Australia, still using the paper. He had again just finished a choclit malt, but this one had a two-day-old egg in it. Morojo licked the stamps and stikers. The customs inspector (or censor?) who intercepted the package smoked cheap cigars, drank a very cheap grade of whiskey, had a glass eye and a missing thumb. He once failed a Boy Scout test; tied poor knots. ** Eric Russell kept the paper two weeks, once threw it away, retrieved it again, and finally used it to mail some western magazines to Ron Holmes in England. Russell lives in a two story frame house, crawling with red termites. (next page)
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