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Tellus, issue 2, November 1941

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TELLUS                PAGE SIXTEEN

   Pretty soon Erle's pal Johan Schmidt-strauss-Jones-Ersumthinthinlykat entered the lobby. The three of us dashed up the stairs and into the room. The boys brought in their clothes from off the line; honestly, a neon sign does wonders in drying. It wasn't long before a knock on the door signalled a new fan. As he entered the room I was overwhelmed by a face that was cherubic to extremes. This must be some angelic fan of whom I fave never hoard: Fred Shroyer! Fred, for the information of fans somewhat younger than myself, is fandom's black sheep----and a mighty swell one.
   Immediately Fred began to unroll his copious roll of filthy jokes and gave all the inside information on Jerk, Weaver, Mary and a half dozen others. Soon, however, another knock resounded on the door. No other than our good friend Lou Goldstone was at the portals. He was up in smiles over some German propaganda he had picked up at the Chinese joint, but to this day I am looking for the humor in that newspaper. Korshak also got quite a bang out of the affair; Shroyer broke into gales of laughter, but it might be guessed that he was laughing at something altogether different than the rest. Johann wore a grim look. I remained calmly and blissfully ignorant.
   Eventually, we knocked off for some drinks. I'd go into detail but everyone knows what happens to a fan after a few snorts in a bar. It doesn't bear repeating, m'fren. The amazing thing is that the highly absorbent Frederick was unable to find his way home from my place. It was a baffling predicament at the outset, but eventually the light broke. "But I only stopped in at a few taverns as I headed home..."
   Tom went with me the next time and there was a little more discussion about stfiction. After that night I breathed a sigh. From now on I was going to get my full quota of sleep. But no! for Dick Kuhn, editor of Eclipse, arrived the next day and we began to go through the same old routine plus a few new tricks for diversion. Always the obliging host (heh), I put Dick up for a week or so; I can merely state that he's a swell guest, though I can't say the same for my hostmanship.
   I had a call from Jimmy Cripps, fan from Manhattan someplace in the midwest, and Tom, Dick and I rushed over to meet him. That he keeps a nifty store of liquors is the least to say. What a collection of rare stfiction books and technical volumes! Unfortunately, Dick missed meeting Fred. Eventually Dick had to leave and. . . you've guessed it: I resolved to get some sleep. Not for a bit, though, as Louis Smith got in touch with me and I had to meet him--much to my pleasure, I might add.
   More items would be superfluous. Perhaps you begin to get an idea of the stf-city we had for a while. Waldeyer, new local fans, and then the swell, jovial Phil Bronson from Minneapolis. Plenty of plans resulted from Phil's visit, and even a little was accomplished during his stay at Tom's place. Little by little these ideas are becoming true and possibly grim, actualities. The Golden Gate Futuria Society flared into new and terrific action again. We were inspired quite truly by the visits. Just the same, I'm still going to get a good night's sleep before the Pacificon unfolds.

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TELLUS PAGE SIXTEEN Pretty soon Erle's pal Johan Schmidt-strauss-Jones-Ersumthinthinlykat entered the lobby. The three of us dashed up the stairs and into the room. The boys brought in their clothes from off the line; honestly, a neon sign does wonders in drying. It wasn't long before a knock on the door signalled a new fan. As he entered the room I was overwhelmed by a face that was cherubic to extremes. This must be some angelic fan of whom I fave never hoard: Fred Shroyer! Fred, for the information of fans somewhat younger than myself, is fandom's black sheep----and a mighty swell one. Immediately Fred began to unroll his copious roll of filthy jokes and gave all the inside information on Jerk, Weaver, Mary and a half dozen others. Soon, however, another knock resounded on the door. No other than our good friend Lou Goldstone was at the portals. He was up in smiles over some German propaganda he had picked up at the Chinese joint, but to this day I am looking for the humor in that newspaper. Korshak also got quite a bang out of the affair; Shroyer broke into gales of laughter, but it might be guessed that he was laughing at something altogether different than the rest. Johann wore a grim look. I remained calmly and blissfully ignorant. Eventually, we knocked off for some drinks. I'd go into detail but everyone knows what happens to a fan after a few snorts in a bar. It doesn't bear repeating, m'fren. The amazing thing is that the highly absorbent Frederick was unable to find his way home from my place. It was a baffling predicament at the outset, but eventually the light broke. "But I only stopped in at a few taverns as I headed home..." Tom went with me the next time and there was a little more discussion about stfiction. After that night I breathed a sigh. From now on I was going to get my full quota of sleep. But no! for Dick Kuhn, editor of Eclipse, arrived the next day and we began to go through the same old routine plus a few new tricks for diversion. Always the obliging host (heh), I put Dick up for a week or so; I can merely state that he's a swell guest, though I can't say the same for my hostmanship. I had a call from Jimmy Cripps, fan from Manhattan someplace in the midwest, and Tom, Dick and I rushed over to meet him. That he keeps a nifty store of liquors is the least to say. What a collection of rare stfiction books and technical volumes! Unfortunately, Dick missed meeting Fred. Eventually Dick had to leave and. . . you've guessed it: I resolved to get some sleep. Not for a bit, though, as Louis Smith got in touch with me and I had to meet him--much to my pleasure, I might add. More items would be superfluous. Perhaps you begin to get an idea of the stf-city we had for a while. Waldeyer, new local fans, and then the swell, jovial Phil Bronson from Minneapolis. Plenty of plans resulted from Phil's visit, and even a little was accomplished during his stay at Tom's place. Little by little these ideas are becoming true and possibly grim, actualities. The Golden Gate Futuria Society flared into new and terrific action again. We were inspired quite truly by the visits. Just the same, I'm still going to get a good night's sleep before the Pacificon unfolds.