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Tellus, issue 2, November 1941

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TELLUS                       PAGE SIX

Director of the California Fantasy Fan Conference, and one of the steadiest in attendance at the Golden Gate Futuria Society.  Given enough time, Everett Wyers will rise to the top of the heap. He's one of those poor unfortunates still in school, who are making a grant effort to graduate this winter or something like that. 
Now it's our turn to brag for a brief spell. With all of these clubs yelling to the roof-tops about the college graduates and genius students, it's hard to bear the strain. Well, the dear old GGFS has one Eddie Corey, Ph.D., M.S., M.A., B.S., B.A. Can someone beat that? Or can they offer a side-dish like Jimmy Cripps, M.S.-and-down-the-line! Then, of course, there is the inevitagle George Ebey, who is struggling with fervor to win his P.D.Q. He has all of the dynamic features of Hamilton, Wollheim and Daugherty rolled into one. And it was just the other night that Riggs announced he has had his B.V.D. for quite a long time.
There is no truth to the rumor that there is a rumor floating around with some truth in it.
All joking aside, Ebey has his likeable side. However let's leave him for a more interesting subject--such as the newest in drinks. We suggest for those who like something truly new and tasty, the following drink; it is to be mixed in the usual highball glass. Two fingers of gin, a half finger of rum, add some chipped ice, fill with lime rickey, and add a dash of orange soda. It's a drink with a distinctive taste and a kick that is pleasingly potent. It demands more--and more--and more. There is also another drink for home use when something truly potent is needed. This one is made in the usual highball glass with three fingers of rum, ice cold lime rickey, added in a small amount, and filled with iced orange soda. The latter is a Miniature Zombie, and the former is the LOSmith Chattanooga Special. However, before this column turns into a bartender's nightmare, let's hit new fields.
One of our truly serious members i Jeanne Dill. I don't believe she's laughed since joining the club,not that our jokes are funny,but it just isn't done in the worser circles. Don't misunderstand by thinking that she is a morbid sourpuss; far from it: shehas a pretty smile most ofthe time. It's a real shame that Jeanne can't persuade her brother to join the club. (Say, Jeannie: why not ask bub to read the back issues and come around to a future confab?) Breaking into a male slant, let's discuss Bob Daugherty. This lad shows real promise of artistic talent. It's a shame that he doesn't try to develop this artistic trend, for at the moment his illustrations aren't quite up to par. With a little practice, a little study and patience, BD should make good at his hobby.
What has become of Helen and Bertha Johnson? They don't show up any more. Well, despite a few difficulties, club is doing very nicely. After fall cleaning and all that, we still have 15 members--every one of them being a real stfan, and not a half-baked fan such as insisted on cluttering up the old organization. With a swell club bulletin, parties, and about a half-dozen fanmags due to appear anytime, we can't be stopped. A vast majority intends attending the Pacificon. As soon as everyone is able to meet NFFF requirements, we'll be set and quite ready!
Damned if DAWN ain't comin' after all! Yes, bub, we've inquired.

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TELLUS PAGE SIX Director of the California Fantasy Fan Conference, and one of the steadiest in attendance at the Golden Gate Futuria Society. Given enough time, Everett Wyers will rise to the top of the heap. He's one of those poor unfortunates still in school, who are making a grant effort to graduate this winter or something like that. Now it's our turn to brag for a brief spell. With all of these clubs yelling to the roof-tops about the college graduates and genius students, it's hard to bear the strain. Well, the dear old GGFS has one Eddie Corey, Ph.D., M.S., M.A., B.S., B.A. Can someone beat that? Or can they offer a side-dish like Jimmy Cripps, M.S.-and-down-the-line! Then, of course, there is the inevitagle George Ebey, who is struggling with fervor to win his P.D.Q. He has all of the dynamic features of Hamilton, Wollheim and Daugherty rolled into one. And it was just the other night that Riggs announced he has had his B.V.D. for quite a long time. There is no truth to the rumor that there is a rumor floating around with some truth in it. All joking aside, Ebey has his likeable side. However let's leave him for a more interesting subject--such as the newest in drinks. We suggest for those who like something truly new and tasty, the following drink; it is to be mixed in the usual highball glass. Two fingers of gin, a half finger of rum, add some chipped ice, fill with lime rickey, and add a dash of orange soda. It's a drink with a distinctive taste and a kick that is pleasingly potent. It demands more--and more--and more. There is also another drink for home use when something truly potent is needed. This one is made in the usual highball glass with three fingers of rum, ice cold lime rickey, added in a small amount, and filled with iced orange soda. The latter is a Miniature Zombie, and the former is the LOSmith Chattanooga Special. However, before this column turns into a bartender's nightmare, let's hit new fields. One of our truly serious members i Jeanne Dill. I don't believe she's laughed since joining the club,not that our jokes are funny,but it just isn't done in the worser circles. Don't misunderstand by thinking that she is a morbid sourpuss; far from it: shehas a pretty smile most ofthe time. It's a real shame that Jeanne can't persuade her brother to join the club. (Say, Jeannie: why not ask bub to read the back issues and come around to a future confab?) Breaking into a male slant, let's discuss Bob Daugherty. This lad shows real promise of artistic talent. It's a shame that he doesn't try to develop this artistic trend, for at the moment his illustrations aren't quite up to par. With a little practice, a little study and patience, BD should make good at his hobby. What has become of Helen and Bertha Johnson? They don't show up any more. Well, despite a few difficulties, club is doing very nicely. After fall cleaning and all that, we still have 15 members--every one of them being a real stfan, and not a half-baked fan such as insisted on cluttering up the old organization. With a swell club bulletin, parties, and about a half-dozen fanmags due to appear anytime, we can't be stopped. A vast majority intends attending the Pacificon. As soon as everyone is able to meet NFFF requirements, we'll be set and quite ready! Damned if DAWN ain't comin' after all! Yes, bub, we've inquired.