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Phantagraph, v. 10, issue 2, whole 43, October 1942
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THE PHANTAGRAAPH AND SCIENCE FICTION REVIEW AND XX FANTASY FICTION DIGEST AND SCIENCE FICTION WEEKLY AND LE VOMBITEUR AND FANTASTORY MAGAZINE AND MIND OF MAN AND CURIOUS STORIES AND FUTURIAN NEWS AND THE PLANATEER AND BAROQUE AND STRANGE AND SOFORTH [1934?] -- 1942 Fandom's oldest fantasy fan magazine Volume 10 Number 2 Whole Number 43 October 1942 Editor and Publisher - Donald A. Wollheim Associate Editor- Robert V. Lowndes Art Editor - John B. Michel Cover designed and executed by John B. Michel Members of the Fantasy Amateur Press Assoc'n. Published at the Futurian Foundation (Conray) 137 East 27th Street, New York City, N.Y. INNOCENCE Thou glowest in the night like a crawler Upon the beseeming pane of a dirt-encrusted Window. See me not lest I shall tempt thee. For ours is the lone long walks of the night. We two then were destined to wander alone About the cradle of the summer sunless day Within the [arbor?] of a treeless wilderness Of the barestoned city hot with sweat. Run with me and let us hide together We shall be bedbugs in the seams of life. --Graham Conway
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THE PHANTAGRAAPH AND SCIENCE FICTION REVIEW AND XX FANTASY FICTION DIGEST AND SCIENCE FICTION WEEKLY AND LE VOMBITEUR AND FANTASTORY MAGAZINE AND MIND OF MAN AND CURIOUS STORIES AND FUTURIAN NEWS AND THE PLANATEER AND BAROQUE AND STRANGE AND SOFORTH [1934?] -- 1942 Fandom's oldest fantasy fan magazine Volume 10 Number 2 Whole Number 43 October 1942 Editor and Publisher - Donald A. Wollheim Associate Editor- Robert V. Lowndes Art Editor - John B. Michel Cover designed and executed by John B. Michel Members of the Fantasy Amateur Press Assoc'n. Published at the Futurian Foundation (Conray) 137 East 27th Street, New York City, N.Y. INNOCENCE Thou glowest in the night like a crawler Upon the beseeming pane of a dirt-encrusted Window. See me not lest I shall tempt thee. For ours is the lone long walks of the night. We two then were destined to wander alone About the cradle of the summer sunless day Within the [arbor?] of a treeless wilderness Of the barestoned city hot with sweat. Run with me and let us hide together We shall be bedbugs in the seams of life. --Graham Conway
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