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Fanfare, whole no. 10, December 1943

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raised - descended. Three exquisite words flamed on the golden scroll. Over the multitude flooded a soughing wave of aweful adoration.
   "Who is that?" murmured Alicia. "A God?"
   "Naw," disgustedly, "That's Merritt."
   "Yeow!"
   Everyone turned. 
   At the edge of the forest squatted the Mahar, grinning foolishly. Astride his nose sat a naked man, 1/2 of his head black, the other brite yellow.* A small army of green-hipped baboons swarmed over him, armed with safety razors. Tarzan!
   "Wow!"
   Everyone reversed. 
   A third of the way around the circle stood a boy with flaming red hair. Beside him crouched a wrinkled chimpanzee in a red flannel petticoat. In one hand he brandished a golden spear. Jan!**
   "Yowee!"
   A torrent of animal life broke thru the rim of the jungle. Elephants, buffaloes, lions - they poured into the bowl in a vast mad tide. At their head raced a white youth, his hair whipping out behind him. In full flight before him came spiders, serpents, leopards.... Kwa!#
   As one man the throng collapsed. Flat on their stupid faces they adored. & the green worms were milling excitedly about - hammering the keys of their portables with frantic claws. 
   Their circle broke. Away they went in every direction. One remained, the big one with the glasses. Alicia grabbed Rap's arm. 
   "Those worms!" she cried. "That one there. Are they - is he - ?"
   His head bobbed vehemently. "Yep, they are authors. They are the ones who have been 'likened to Merritt." You have to smile when you tell a real author that. The big one."
   "I know," exclaimed Alicia.
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* In Blue Book one artist illustrating a story gave Tarzan black hair, & another artist in another story drew him with blonde hair. 
** Jan of the Jungle - Otis A. Kline's Tarzan.
#Whose Tarzan was this? Not responsible for Tarzans left over 30 days, y'know/....

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20 raised - descended. Three exquisite words flamed on the golden scroll. Over the multitude flooded a soughing wave of aweful adoration. "Who is that?" murmured Alicia. "A God?" "Naw," disgustedly, "That's Merritt." "Yeow!" Everyone turned. At the edge of the forest squatted the Mahar, grinning foolishly. Astride his nose sat a naked man, 1/2 of his head black, the other brite yellow.* A small army of green-hipped baboons swarmed over him, armed with safety razors. Tarzan! "Wow!" Everyone reversed. A third of the way around the circle stood a boy with flaming red hair. Beside him crouched a wrinkled chimpanzee in a red flannel petticoat. In one hand he brandished a golden spear. Jan!** "Yowee!" A torrent of animal life broke thru the rim of the jungle. Elephants, buffaloes, lions - they poured into the bowl in a vast mad tide. At their head raced a white youth, his hair whipping out behind him. In full flight before him came spiders, serpents, leopards.... Kwa!# As one man the throng collapsed. Flat on their stupid faces they adored. & the green worms were milling excitedly about - hammering the keys of their portables with frantic claws. Their circle broke. Away they went in every direction. One remained, the big one with the glasses. Alicia grabbed Rap's arm. "Those worms!" she cried. "That one there. Are they - is he - ?" His head bobbed vehemently. "Yep, they are authors. They are the ones who have been 'likened to Merritt." You have to smile when you tell a real author that. The big one." "I know," exclaimed Alicia. ______________________________________ * In Blue Book one artist illustrating a story gave Tarzan black hair, & another artist in another story drew him with blonde hair. ** Jan of the Jungle - Otis A. Kline's Tarzan. #Whose Tarzan was this? Not responsible for Tarzans left over 30 days, y'know/....