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Southern Star, v. 1, issue 1, 1941

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FROM . . . 
       The---
                CHICAGO
                          --Rocket Field. 
               
                      -by-
                             Erle Korshak

News

   HELIO TO SS SOUTHERN STAR, HYPERBOLIC ORBIT THREE 00 FORTY TWO, BY RELAY THROUGH EARTH_MARS STATION ONE. INTERSPATIAL NEWS ASSOCIATION, ERLE KORSHAK COMMENTATOR. 

   As I understand it, I am the Chicago news gatherer for the SOUTHERN STAR, and as such it is expected of me to fill a page or so each issue with stuff and things about our fair city, which most of you will lightly pass over, and a few of you will read avidly, because I have found occassion to mention your name herein. At least that's the theory I use when writing this stuff, so that is the theory you will have to use when reading it. 

   Now I'm ready to dig in. But where shall I start? Where shall I begin to tell you the story of the comings and goings, the visits and return visits, the activities and the dropping of activities in the Chicon city? Such is a superhuman job if fully done, so I shall tell merely in abbreviated form, some of the things enjoyed by us since the Chicon closed. 

   The Chicon closed on September 2nd officially, but not until the wee morning hours of September 5th, actually. This was the occassion of Ackerman's exit from our fair city. I did not accompany him to the depot, tho I was with him until a few minutes of the time he left. The clock was striking midnight, and Cinderella Korshak was due to awaken early that morning, so he left Ackerman in Walt Liebsher's loving hands to accompany Ross Rocklynne to his depot, and thence to ship off Forry himself. 

   September fifth, Thursday, found Korshak, after a few hours sleep, a tired but supremely happy fellow. The Chicon was over, and almost so were Korshak, Reinsberg, Tucker, Tullis, Meyer, Liebsher, and the rest of the Chicon committee. Put on a Convention of your own some day. Plan it, arrange it, prepare it, supervise it, enjoy it, conclude it, and then see if you care to repeat the performance in the near future. 

   At any rate you can take my word for it that we slept and slept and slept until we were so tired from sleeping that we fell asleep again. When we finally awoke from our physical and mental stupor, we looked around and took stock of things. The most pressing business on hand was the final settling of the Chicon business, and making arrangements to issue the Chicon number of the Fantasy Fictioneer. (This mamoth issue will have a complete account of the Chicon, principal speeches, attendence list, Convention facts, and etc. It is being sent to all members of the Illini Fantasy Fictioneers free, but will be about 10 or 15 cents to all non-members. Those of you who want a copy of this publication, send your name and address to Bob Tucker, P.O. Box 260, Bloomington, Illinois.) Therefore, on Saturday, September 21, Tullis, Finley (a new Chicago fan), Reinsberg, and Korshak planned to drive down to Bloomington to confer with IFF heads Tucker and Roberds. At the last minute, however, a phone call was received from Tullis telling Reinsberg and I that he (Tullis) and Finley could not leave in time to drive down. Did that stop the courageous Reinsberg and Korshak from making the all important jaunt? It did not! The outcome was that we started out about 11 A.M. to hitchhike. The distance between Chicago and Bloomington is only 127 miles, and by 4 P.M. (5 hrs. later) the

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FROM . . . The--- CHICAGO --Rocket Field. -by- Erle Korshak News HELIO TO SS SOUTHERN STAR, HYPERBOLIC ORBIT THREE 00 FORTY TWO, BY RELAY THROUGH EARTH_MARS STATION ONE. INTERSPATIAL NEWS ASSOCIATION, ERLE KORSHAK COMMENTATOR. As I understand it, I am the Chicago news gatherer for the SOUTHERN STAR, and as such it is expected of me to fill a page or so each issue with stuff and things about our fair city, which most of you will lightly pass over, and a few of you will read avidly, because I have found occassion to mention your name herein. At least that's the theory I use when writing this stuff, so that is the theory you will have to use when reading it. Now I'm ready to dig in. But where shall I start? Where shall I begin to tell you the story of the comings and goings, the visits and return visits, the activities and the dropping of activities in the Chicon city? Such is a superhuman job if fully done, so I shall tell merely in abbreviated form, some of the things enjoyed by us since the Chicon closed. The Chicon closed on September 2nd officially, but not until the wee morning hours of September 5th, actually. This was the occassion of Ackerman's exit from our fair city. I did not accompany him to the depot, tho I was with him until a few minutes of the time he left. The clock was striking midnight, and Cinderella Korshak was due to awaken early that morning, so he left Ackerman in Walt Liebsher's loving hands to accompany Ross Rocklynne to his depot, and thence to ship off Forry himself. September fifth, Thursday, found Korshak, after a few hours sleep, a tired but supremely happy fellow. The Chicon was over, and almost so were Korshak, Reinsberg, Tucker, Tullis, Meyer, Liebsher, and the rest of the Chicon committee. Put on a Convention of your own some day. Plan it, arrange it, prepare it, supervise it, enjoy it, conclude it, and then see if you care to repeat the performance in the near future. At any rate you can take my word for it that we slept and slept and slept until we were so tired from sleeping that we fell asleep again. When we finally awoke from our physical and mental stupor, we looked around and took stock of things. The most pressing business on hand was the final settling of the Chicon business, and making arrangements to issue the Chicon number of the Fantasy Fictioneer. (This mamoth issue will have a complete account of the Chicon, principal speeches, attendence list, Convention facts, and etc. It is being sent to all members of the Illini Fantasy Fictioneers free, but will be about 10 or 15 cents to all non-members. Those of you who want a copy of this publication, send your name and address to Bob Tucker, P.O. Box 260, Bloomington, Illinois.) Therefore, on Saturday, September 21, Tullis, Finley (a new Chicago fan), Reinsberg, and Korshak planned to drive down to Bloomington to confer with IFF heads Tucker and Roberds. At the last minute, however, a phone call was received from Tullis telling Reinsberg and I that he (Tullis) and Finley could not leave in time to drive down. Did that stop the courageous Reinsberg and Korshak from making the all important jaunt? It did not! The outcome was that we started out about 11 A.M. to hitchhike. The distance between Chicago and Bloomington is only 127 miles, and by 4 P.M. (5 hrs. later) the