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A Tale of the 'Evans, v. 1, issue 2, June 1942

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that I liked brown sugar on my pancakes and waffles,and had it on the table for me.) Then up to the Tucker den, where we didst gab and gab and look at the various and sundry things that Tuck has in his collection. Finally, about 5:30 a. m., we retired. And a darned good thing for me, too, for I had been up about twenty-five and a half hrs. straight by that time, working eight and a half hours before I started, and then taking the long trip from Babble Creek to Bloomington. I was tired, no foolin'.

Up early (11:00) a. m., had breakfast, and then down to the bus station to meet Connor. Home again and gabbed (eating dinner in the meantime,) until Tucker was forced by the grounds of necessity to go to the theatre for his daily stint of running a projection machine. Connor and I gabbed and read Tuck's books and mags, etc.,until later, when we went down to the theatre to see Bob for awhile before Ed. had to leave for his bus.

This Connor is a really  nice chap. About a year or so old in our Stf. and Fan affairs, he is the ONE fan I have met who is not going to get out a Fanzine (so HE says&) Oh, yes, he admitted he had thot of it, but had declined against it. Verily, a phenomenon in our midst. Later, he said he had just joined the FAPA, and if THAT don't mean a pubbing of a fanzine sooner or later, I'm not the slan I think I am. (Look, even I'M getting out one of my own now for FAPA.) About 20-21 years old, slim and of medium height, he is well-read, a good conversationalist although not given to pushing himself into the talk as some fans I could name (such as those whose initials are BT and EEE), yet when he does open his mouth he says something. Perhaps he was a wee bit awed of meeting his first fans, and older men at that. However, I am mighty glad to have met him,and to have added another fine friend to my rapidly-growing list of fan friends.

After I had taken Ed. to the bus station,I returned to the theatre projection room where Bob and I gabbed a bit between reel changes. I was watching the picture for a few minutes, through the slot, when I felt a clap on the shoulder, and looked around to see Liebchen standing there. Well, naturally, that started the party all over again. After Bob was through work and back home, we had more of those swell pancakes and coffee, and then we adjourned once more to the den for the real business o fan-gabbing.

The first paragraph of a letter we wrote will give you the best idea of that night's work:
"Co*Eds, VOM,
Cheerio.
It is seven-thirty A.M. We've sat here all night long,exhausted all possible talk about Science Fiction, each one respectively has told all the dirty jokes known to us; we've smoked all the cigarettes, cigars, hashish & mary warner's on our persons, so we have no recourse but to write a letter to VOM.
(Follows a very electrifying letter)
Insulatingly yours,
WYNKEN, BLYNKEN and NOD.
Walt          EEE             BoB."

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7. that I liked brown sugar on my pancakes and waffles,and had it on the table for me.) Then up to the Tucker den, where we didst gab and gab and look at the various and sundry things that Tuck has in his collection. Finally, about 5:30 a. m., we retired. And a darned good thing for me, too, for I had been up about twenty-five and a half hrs. straight by that time, working eight and a half hours before I started, and then taking the long trip from Babble Creek to Bloomington. I was tired, no foolin'. Up early (11:00) a. m., had breakfast, and then down to the bus station to meet Connor. Home again and gabbed (eating dinner in the meantime,) until Tucker was forced by the grounds of necessity to go to the theatre for his daily stint of running a projection machine. Connor and I gabbed and read Tuck's books and mags, etc.,until later, when we went down to the theatre to see Bob for awhile before Ed. had to leave for his bus. This Connor is a really nice chap. About a year or so old in our Stf. and Fan affairs, he is the ONE fan I have met who is not going to get out a Fanzine (so HE says&) Oh, yes, he admitted he had thot of it, but had declined against it. Verily, a phenomenon in our midst. Later, he said he had just joined the FAPA, and if THAT don't mean a pubbing of a fanzine sooner or later, I'm not the slan I think I am. (Look, even I'M getting out one of my own now for FAPA.) About 20-21 years old, slim and of medium height, he is well-read, a good conversationalist although not given to pushing himself into the talk as some fans I could name (such as those whose initials are BT and EEE), yet when he does open his mouth he says something. Perhaps he was a wee bit awed of meeting his first fans, and older men at that. However, I am mighty glad to have met him,and to have added another fine friend to my rapidly-growing list of fan friends. After I had taken Ed. to the bus station,I returned to the theatre projection room where Bob and I gabbed a bit between reel changes. I was watching the picture for a few minutes, through the slot, when I felt a clap on the shoulder, and looked around to see Liebchen standing there. Well, naturally, that started the party all over again. After Bob was through work and back home, we had more of those swell pancakes and coffee, and then we adjourned once more to the den for the real business o fan-gabbing. The first paragraph of a letter we wrote will give you the best idea of that night's work: "Co*Eds, VOM, Cheerio. It is seven-thirty A.M. We've sat here all night long,exhausted all possible talk about Science Fiction, each one respectively has told all the dirty jokes known to us; we've smoked all the cigarettes, cigars, hashish & mary warner's on our persons, so we have no recourse but to write a letter to VOM. (Follows a very electrifying letter) Insulatingly yours, WYNKEN, BLYNKEN and NOD. Walt EEE BoB."