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Fantasite, v. 1, issue 2, February 1941
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23, THE FANTASITE next issue? After all, some guys want to know what's in a mag before they hack their shirts for it! Fantasips Ches, I didn't think Dean could really make it that good. That's what a fan mag's really for anyhow. Did you draw that pictorial interpretation? If you can make all your pics that good you'll have something. ((Pic was done by Tom Wright as stated in the little blurb at the top.)) TOM WRIGHT Congrats ! fill! ((Wright jargon for "Phil")) FANTASITE Is good! And especially as for a first issue; and without further adoo I'll review it. Cover: darn nice, though I don't particularly like the lettering. Interior cover: perfect ! Contents page: why don't you have a pic on it somewhere??? Tucker: good as ever Bradbury: When will you ever write something like ad conditioned again, Rax? Fanmags: O.K Roberts: H-a Fantasips: very good, I go for this kind of stuff, The mimeo isn't second hand Donn, just very cheap, gotter fixed up now though. Antediluvian World: My isn't ye ed the brilliant one ! ((But definitely)) Letters: very very good! Tom Wright especially good; humorous and interesting. The ads were all good, thanks, I'll do the same for youse. ((I believe that was understood, pal!)) Pictorial Interpretations was c-o-r-n-y and how! My hekto inks aren't what they used to be and the pic itself is rotten. After this, don't give me any rush orders! Van Pyer: Excellent. More please. FRED FANN (no relation to Joe) I have heard rumors to the effect that Tucker is going to publish a magazine called "Le Zombie", or something. Can you tell me any more regarding this? IN A HOUSE BY THE SEA By Louise R. Chauvenet All though the long afternoon the sea drove in on the coast with the crashing roar of breakers on the beach. At the fall of twilight the gale seemed to double it s ferocity, tearing and lashing at the house like [?] Gargantuan prehistoric monster. Night fell and the wind drove on, and the joints of the house groaned as if in agony from the fierce assault. Clouds covered the sky, and the darkness grew over the windswept land and sea. Dark lay the old house on the hill top, shrouded in the pervading gloom, and unlit save for the glow of an expiring fire in the big front room. By its light the old prints on the walls could be dimly seen, half obscured by the flickering, changing shadows that came and went without ceasing. Somber was the room, solid and massive the cabinets and carved chairs and the great elm table, littered with dusty papers, is the center. "Too somber" he thought apprehensively, and he started with fright as a loose shutter banged to and fro in the rising gale. From the broken window pane came a gust of wind, and the embers of the fire smouldered strangely in the semi-darkness, flaring brighter from time to time to reveal the indistinct shape of the body upon the floor. Shakily he arose, shrinking from the blotch of darkness in which the body lay. From the decanter on the sideboard he poured a full glass to quiet his jumping nerves and still the tumult of his thoughts, but still his eyes strayed back to the motionless body lying quietly in what seemed to be a living pool of shadows as the embers alternately flared higher and faded redly away. Fascinated, he stared into the depth of that sinister pool -- for five and even ten long minutes he scarcely moved, spell bound by his own unwilling thoughts, and listening with but half an ear to the gale outside and the crash of the surf and the creaking timbers of the old house by the sea. Five and even ten long minutes -- and then with an exclamation of disgust at himself for having been so much startled by such a slight thing, the man strode forward into the shadows, picked up the limp body of the wind-driven sea bird that had come crashing through his window. and he cast it forth into the night.
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23, THE FANTASITE next issue? After all, some guys want to know what's in a mag before they hack their shirts for it! Fantasips Ches, I didn't think Dean could really make it that good. That's what a fan mag's really for anyhow. Did you draw that pictorial interpretation? If you can make all your pics that good you'll have something. ((Pic was done by Tom Wright as stated in the little blurb at the top.)) TOM WRIGHT Congrats ! fill! ((Wright jargon for "Phil")) FANTASITE Is good! And especially as for a first issue; and without further adoo I'll review it. Cover: darn nice, though I don't particularly like the lettering. Interior cover: perfect ! Contents page: why don't you have a pic on it somewhere??? Tucker: good as ever Bradbury: When will you ever write something like ad conditioned again, Rax? Fanmags: O.K Roberts: H-a Fantasips: very good, I go for this kind of stuff, The mimeo isn't second hand Donn, just very cheap, gotter fixed up now though. Antediluvian World: My isn't ye ed the brilliant one ! ((But definitely)) Letters: very very good! Tom Wright especially good; humorous and interesting. The ads were all good, thanks, I'll do the same for youse. ((I believe that was understood, pal!)) Pictorial Interpretations was c-o-r-n-y and how! My hekto inks aren't what they used to be and the pic itself is rotten. After this, don't give me any rush orders! Van Pyer: Excellent. More please. FRED FANN (no relation to Joe) I have heard rumors to the effect that Tucker is going to publish a magazine called "Le Zombie", or something. Can you tell me any more regarding this? IN A HOUSE BY THE SEA By Louise R. Chauvenet All though the long afternoon the sea drove in on the coast with the crashing roar of breakers on the beach. At the fall of twilight the gale seemed to double it s ferocity, tearing and lashing at the house like [?] Gargantuan prehistoric monster. Night fell and the wind drove on, and the joints of the house groaned as if in agony from the fierce assault. Clouds covered the sky, and the darkness grew over the windswept land and sea. Dark lay the old house on the hill top, shrouded in the pervading gloom, and unlit save for the glow of an expiring fire in the big front room. By its light the old prints on the walls could be dimly seen, half obscured by the flickering, changing shadows that came and went without ceasing. Somber was the room, solid and massive the cabinets and carved chairs and the great elm table, littered with dusty papers, is the center. "Too somber" he thought apprehensively, and he started with fright as a loose shutter banged to and fro in the rising gale. From the broken window pane came a gust of wind, and the embers of the fire smouldered strangely in the semi-darkness, flaring brighter from time to time to reveal the indistinct shape of the body upon the floor. Shakily he arose, shrinking from the blotch of darkness in which the body lay. From the decanter on the sideboard he poured a full glass to quiet his jumping nerves and still the tumult of his thoughts, but still his eyes strayed back to the motionless body lying quietly in what seemed to be a living pool of shadows as the embers alternately flared higher and faded redly away. Fascinated, he stared into the depth of that sinister pool -- for five and even ten long minutes he scarcely moved, spell bound by his own unwilling thoughts, and listening with but half an ear to the gale outside and the crash of the surf and the creaking timbers of the old house by the sea. Five and even ten long minutes -- and then with an exclamation of disgust at himself for having been so much startled by such a slight thing, the man strode forward into the shadows, picked up the limp body of the wind-driven sea bird that had come crashing through his window. and he cast it forth into the night.
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