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Shangri-L'Affaires, issue 10, May 1943
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SHANGRI-L'AFFAIRES...........5 INANE ITEMS By Lou Garew I am in a mood for some good music. With a fervent prayer to Gau, I switch on my radio hoping against hope that I'll find something without the usual procedure of twirling the dial for fifteen minutes. Ah! The familiar strains of "Peter and the Wolf" pour from the speaker. Oh, Ecstasy! But what's this? A disgusting female voice is heard as the music halts: " 'What kind of a bird are you, if you can't swim?' asked the Duck." The music beins again. It stops. "'Look out,' cried the Duck, and the little bird flew quickly up into a tree,' gushes the hateful feminine voice. My blood pressure rises. Again the music commences--and stops: " 'What if a Wolf should come out of the forest? What would you do then?' So Grandpa took Peter by the hand, led him home, and locked the gate." I throw a book at the radio. Several days later I am in the mood for some good music. I turn on the radio, and what do I hear? You guessed it--the familiar strains of "Peter and the Wolf"! But what's this? The music stops, and a nauseating male voice quavers: " 'Look out,' cried the Duck...." It is none other than Mr. Basil Rathbone, telling the story along with the music. I jump up and down on the radio. Now I confine myself to listening to records. But someday I'll meet up with that female announcer--and Rathbone too. And won't they be mad when I throw them in a cage with a ferocious, starving Timber Wolf! Oh, and I'll laugh so fiendishly, indeed! TILLYWISH SAYS: Orchids to Ray Bradbury, who has been doing a nice job in the fantasy game of late. If you haven't read his tales in Weird, we recommend them to you. In the last two years the sparkling life with which Weird Tales was once imbued has slowly ebbed away, until it is now a mere husk of its former self, jerking grotesquely along in its bi-monthly fashion. The mag needs a transfusion badly, and with the exception of Bradbury, the new blood it has been receiving is of the wrong type. New-idea stories, refreshing styles, and a discontinuance of WT's present policy are the only things, in our opinion, which will add new zest and spice to the haggard, plodding thing that is Weird Tales today. Shedding several nostalgic tears for Farnsworth Wright we break away from this subject. MEETING OF MARCH 4, 1943: This meeting resulted in the rather feeble attendance of nine persons. Bronson, Pvt. Red Allen (in town on a pass), Pfc. Forry Ackerman, Art Joquel, Bev Ann Bronson, Jack Dowdle, Mrs. Charles, Pvt. Gus Willmorth, and Morrie Dollens. Dollens' insatiable appetite forced him to purchase refreshments, and everyone thanked Ghu for his insatiable appetite. Morojo gleefully extracted dues from those who were solvent, while Allen and Bronson started a poker game. Daugherty, Rothman, Freehafer, and Bruce (himself) Yerke were conspicuously absent. Meeting called to order by Bronson, owing to the absence of the other officers, in a Lower Basin Street manner while still engaged in the poker game. Ackerman and Bronson II began a contest to see who would out-stare the other. Ackerman finally won after the thing had ensued for 13 and one-half minutes. Meeting dispersed earlier than usual. Recently Ackerman, Yerke, Freehafer, Morojo, Bronson and Brown went to see the new Orson Welles flicker "Journey Into Fear". Verdict extremely unfavorable on the whole. Ackerman elated over previews of double-horror bill, including "Undying Monster", and "Dr. Renault's Secret".
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SHANGRI-L'AFFAIRES...........5 INANE ITEMS By Lou Garew I am in a mood for some good music. With a fervent prayer to Gau, I switch on my radio hoping against hope that I'll find something without the usual procedure of twirling the dial for fifteen minutes. Ah! The familiar strains of "Peter and the Wolf" pour from the speaker. Oh, Ecstasy! But what's this? A disgusting female voice is heard as the music halts: " 'What kind of a bird are you, if you can't swim?' asked the Duck." The music beins again. It stops. "'Look out,' cried the Duck, and the little bird flew quickly up into a tree,' gushes the hateful feminine voice. My blood pressure rises. Again the music commences--and stops: " 'What if a Wolf should come out of the forest? What would you do then?' So Grandpa took Peter by the hand, led him home, and locked the gate." I throw a book at the radio. Several days later I am in the mood for some good music. I turn on the radio, and what do I hear? You guessed it--the familiar strains of "Peter and the Wolf"! But what's this? The music stops, and a nauseating male voice quavers: " 'Look out,' cried the Duck...." It is none other than Mr. Basil Rathbone, telling the story along with the music. I jump up and down on the radio. Now I confine myself to listening to records. But someday I'll meet up with that female announcer--and Rathbone too. And won't they be mad when I throw them in a cage with a ferocious, starving Timber Wolf! Oh, and I'll laugh so fiendishly, indeed! TILLYWISH SAYS: Orchids to Ray Bradbury, who has been doing a nice job in the fantasy game of late. If you haven't read his tales in Weird, we recommend them to you. In the last two years the sparkling life with which Weird Tales was once imbued has slowly ebbed away, until it is now a mere husk of its former self, jerking grotesquely along in its bi-monthly fashion. The mag needs a transfusion badly, and with the exception of Bradbury, the new blood it has been receiving is of the wrong type. New-idea stories, refreshing styles, and a discontinuance of WT's present policy are the only things, in our opinion, which will add new zest and spice to the haggard, plodding thing that is Weird Tales today. Shedding several nostalgic tears for Farnsworth Wright we break away from this subject. MEETING OF MARCH 4, 1943: This meeting resulted in the rather feeble attendance of nine persons. Bronson, Pvt. Red Allen (in town on a pass), Pfc. Forry Ackerman, Art Joquel, Bev Ann Bronson, Jack Dowdle, Mrs. Charles, Pvt. Gus Willmorth, and Morrie Dollens. Dollens' insatiable appetite forced him to purchase refreshments, and everyone thanked Ghu for his insatiable appetite. Morojo gleefully extracted dues from those who were solvent, while Allen and Bronson started a poker game. Daugherty, Rothman, Freehafer, and Bruce (himself) Yerke were conspicuously absent. Meeting called to order by Bronson, owing to the absence of the other officers, in a Lower Basin Street manner while still engaged in the poker game. Ackerman and Bronson II began a contest to see who would out-stare the other. Ackerman finally won after the thing had ensued for 13 and one-half minutes. Meeting dispersed earlier than usual. Recently Ackerman, Yerke, Freehafer, Morojo, Bronson and Brown went to see the new Orson Welles flicker "Journey Into Fear". Verdict extremely unfavorable on the whole. Ackerman elated over previews of double-horror bill, including "Undying Monster", and "Dr. Renault's Secret".
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