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A Tale of the 'Evans, v. 3, issue 4, Fall 1945

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and had to travel by coach. Yet these were all but once the new type og high-backed reclining chairs, and one can sleep comfortably therein. Yet since I spent most of my time in the smoking room or clubcar, it didn't matter so much what form of car I was in, and I enjoyed my whole trip immensely. The only hitch came on the last leg of the trip as you shall later learn.

In Oakland I called the home of newfan Lillian Schneider, and her mother said she was even then on her way from downtown, and that I should come right out. I taxied there, and found her mother a very charming lady, who also reads Fantasy and enjoys it, as does the entire family. Lillian soon arrived, and we had a couple of hours of enjoyable chat about fanning. She is quite a collector, and has been rapidly completing her collection of pros, being by now, I should judge offhand, about 75% complete. she gave me directions for locating her favorite store, which shows how inexperienced she is, thus to give away her secrets before she had completely milked them. I am almost ashamed to tell her that I there picked up 15 old Cavaliers, and a Black Cat of 1904, besides some Terror, Horror and Strange which will make me good trading material. Anyone wanna trade?

Evening coming on, I had dinner (another steak), and then out to Alameda to the home of the Psmiths. There I met Louis and Lorraine, and tither later came wee willie the watson, and George Ebey, the later just back from a trip around the world in the Merchant Marine. how our boys do get around.

We had a most enjoyable gabfest on this and that, looked over the Smith collection, such as was not packed away, and enjoyed ourselves immensely. I get a great kick our of the cynicisms and alleged ultra-sophistication of the willie, knowing so well that a few more years of maturity will cure him of much of that. (And will that statement make him mad!! Hah!)

Later, over to San Francisco to watson's apartment, where I made some very fine book purchases at exceptionally reasonable prices. (By the way, willie, I sold two of those books, you can guess which ones, for $30.00 the day after I got to LA, even before they had arrived in the mail.)

Leaving the boys after midnight, I wended my way back to Oakland, and here enjoyed the most discomfort of all my trip. For I was wrongly directed, and once back to the Oakland Pier, found there was no hotel or rooming place anywhere near there, and was too tired to go 'way back to town, so sat and dozed on hardwood benches until morning. I took a ferry ride to SanFrancisco and back just to pass the time, even though it was too foggy to see much, except some good views of the bridges.

Also, I was unable to get a reservation on the Coastal Daylight, now would have been able to get one for five more days. Therefore, as I was lucky enough to find that they had one seat left on the Valley train, I hurriedly took that, and so got to Los Angeles on the very day I had planned, several months before, but four hours late, since the Valley train was that much slower. But we did have some more marvellous scenery, and I went around the famous Loop bend, where the engine passes above the tail-end of the train (our train was not quite long enough, but freights cover the entire loop.)

And so, about 10:00 p.m., Saturday, July 28th, came at last to the City of the Angels, and was met in person by one of them, together with

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and had to travel by coach. Yet these were all but once the new type og high-backed reclining chairs, and one can sleep comfortably therein. Yet since I spent most of my time in the smoking room or clubcar, it didn't matter so much what form of car I was in, and I enjoyed my whole trip immensely. The only hitch came on the last leg of the trip as you shall later learn. In Oakland I called the home of newfan Lillian Schneider, and her mother said she was even then on her way from downtown, and that I should come right out. I taxied there, and found her mother a very charming lady, who also reads Fantasy and enjoys it, as does the entire family. Lillian soon arrived, and we had a couple of hours of enjoyable chat about fanning. She is quite a collector, and has been rapidly completing her collection of pros, being by now, I should judge offhand, about 75% complete. she gave me directions for locating her favorite store, which shows how inexperienced she is, thus to give away her secrets before she had completely milked them. I am almost ashamed to tell her that I there picked up 15 old Cavaliers, and a Black Cat of 1904, besides some Terror, Horror and Strange which will make me good trading material. Anyone wanna trade? Evening coming on, I had dinner (another steak), and then out to Alameda to the home of the Psmiths. There I met Louis and Lorraine, and tither later came wee willie the watson, and George Ebey, the later just back from a trip around the world in the Merchant Marine. how our boys do get around. We had a most enjoyable gabfest on this and that, looked over the Smith collection, such as was not packed away, and enjoyed ourselves immensely. I get a great kick our of the cynicisms and alleged ultra-sophistication of the willie, knowing so well that a few more years of maturity will cure him of much of that. (And will that statement make him mad!! Hah!) Later, over to San Francisco to watson's apartment, where I made some very fine book purchases at exceptionally reasonable prices. (By the way, willie, I sold two of those books, you can guess which ones, for $30.00 the day after I got to LA, even before they had arrived in the mail.) Leaving the boys after midnight, I wended my way back to Oakland, and here enjoyed the most discomfort of all my trip. For I was wrongly directed, and once back to the Oakland Pier, found there was no hotel or rooming place anywhere near there, and was too tired to go 'way back to town, so sat and dozed on hardwood benches until morning. I took a ferry ride to SanFrancisco and back just to pass the time, even though it was too foggy to see much, except some good views of the bridges. Also, I was unable to get a reservation on the Coastal Daylight, now would have been able to get one for five more days. Therefore, as I was lucky enough to find that they had one seat left on the Valley train, I hurriedly took that, and so got to Los Angeles on the very day I had planned, several months before, but four hours late, since the Valley train was that much slower. But we did have some more marvellous scenery, and I went around the famous Loop bend, where the engine passes above the tail-end of the train (our train was not quite long enough, but freights cover the entire loop.) And so, about 10:00 p.m., Saturday, July 28th, came at last to the City of the Angels, and was met in person by one of them, together with