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had been constantly annoyed in our playing at pasteboards by thunderous explosions outside the window. Some were of the opinion that the Russians were indeed bombarding the city with A-bombs and it might not be amiss if we sauntered out into the streets to survey the damage. Others who knew the city said no, it was probably only sewer-lids exploding from the gaseous pressures below the street level, and we'd see the casualty list in the afternoon papers. A timid soul was worried lest some visiting fan's name be found on the list, but this was dismissed on the theory that it would serve a visiting fan right for being caught on a Philadelphia street  at that time of night.
The game came to a bloody end when the rosy fingers of dawn poked their way into the windows, high up on the tenth floor. Erle Korshak offered to buy breakfast for all contestants, and we realized with sinking dismay that Korshak had cleaned up. When Korshak offers to buy, world shaking historic events pale to insignificance. As was usual to escape the fabulous prices charged in the hotel, breakfast was partaken at a place a block away called The Bluebird, or Bluejay, or Blueblook, or Blueboy, or Blueplate, or Bluenose, or something.
Returning from the meal, and treasuring in our memories the way Korshak had scooped up the checks and paid the cashier in a flourish, we ran smack into brothers Speer and Davis, dawdling along the street in a dejected manner indeed. Sensing something of import concealed in their behaviour, our third-degree methods soon revealed the information that they had been apprehended by the minions of the law for causing our A-bomb and sewer-lid explosions---namely, fireworks from the hotel roof. Seeking revenge for the worry they had caused us, we founded there and then (and subsequently circulated) the rumor that Speer had been arrested for dallying with a colored chambermaid. Embellishing this, we said that the moneyed gentry among us had been called to the jail to provide bail; and also that Rothman would be asked to donate a part of the profits to repay the cost of the bail.
It is hoped that at least a few worried delegates approached Rothman to ask if he was going to give any convention money to the Speer jail-bail fund. (To my later regret, I failed to add to the rumor that the convention would pay the bail, and later list the expense as "Money given to fans to get back home on.")

WHO'S BOMBY NOW?
For some eight or nine days after the close of the convention I wandered around New York, constantly bumping into stray fans who didn't seem to want to go home, and had also journeyed up from Philadelphia. At times there were more fen in New York than had been at the convention, and I wondered if Toronto had belatedly been stricken from the list and a rump gathering was then taking place in Bigtown. Once I treated Ackerman to a play, and he promptly purchased five copies of my new book. These social amenities out of the way, we behaved ourselves like gentlefen.
(Go on over to the next page and find out how we behaved.)

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had been constantly annoyed in our playing at pasteboards by thunderous explosions outside the window. Some were of the opinion that the Russians were indeed bombarding the city with A-bombs and it might not be amiss if we sauntered out into the streets to survey the damage. Others who knew the city said no, it was probably only sewer-lids exploding from the gaseous pressures below the street level, and we'd see the casualty list in the afternoon papers. A timid soul was worried lest some visiting fan's name be found on the list, but this was dismissed on the theory that it would serve a visiting fan right for being caught on a Philadelphia street at that time of night. The game came to a bloody end when the rosy fingers of dawn poked their way into the windows, high up on the tenth floor. Erle Korshak offered to buy breakfast for all contestants, and we realized with sinking dismay that Korshak had cleaned up. When Korshak offers to buy, world shaking historic events pale to insignificance. As was usual to escape the fabulous prices charged in the hotel, breakfast was partaken at a place a block away called The Bluebird, or Bluejay, or Blueblook, or Blueboy, or Blueplate, or Bluenose, or something. Returning from the meal, and treasuring in our memories the way Korshak had scooped up the checks and paid the cashier in a flourish, we ran smack into brothers Speer and Davis, dawdling along the street in a dejected manner indeed. Sensing something of import concealed in their behaviour, our third-degree methods soon revealed the information that they had been apprehended by the minions of the law for causing our A-bomb and sewer-lid explosions---namely, fireworks from the hotel roof. Seeking revenge for the worry they had caused us, we founded there and then (and subsequently circulated) the rumor that Speer had been arrested for dallying with a colored chambermaid. Embellishing this, we said that the moneyed gentry among us had been called to the jail to provide bail; and also that Rothman would be asked to donate a part of the profits to repay the cost of the bail. It is hoped that at least a few worried delegates approached Rothman to ask if he was going to give any convention money to the Speer jail-bail fund. (To my later regret, I failed to add to the rumor that the convention would pay the bail, and later list the expense as "Money given to fans to get back home on.") WHO'S BOMBY NOW? For some eight or nine days after the close of the convention I wandered around New York, constantly bumping into stray fans who didn't seem to want to go home, and had also journeyed up from Philadelphia. At times there were more fen in New York than had been at the convention, and I wondered if Toronto had belatedly been stricken from the list and a rump gathering was then taking place in Bigtown. Once I treated Ackerman to a play, and he promptly purchased five copies of my new book. These social amenities out of the way, we behaved ourselves like gentlefen. (Go on over to the next page and find out how we behaved.) (5)