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Spacewarp, v. 4, issue 2, November 1948
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QUIEN SABE? ((Con Pederson tells us the title of this column should have an umlaut or a colophon or some exotic crosshatch on it. Personally, wir nicht verstehen das Spanische Sprache, so we're in no position to argue. But we're also in no position to print accent marks with our title-stamps. So let's just ignore the whole matter, shall we?)) Dear Art: My new station is here for a while. I may not go up to Astoria for photography school at all, but I sure hope so! I wrote The 4th Story a week or so before I came in the Army, and left it home. I wrote it again on the train between Knox and Monmouth, and just revived it again. I went to Newark twice to find Sam Moskowitz. The first time I had 15[[cent symbol]], and found two S.Moxkowitzs and two Sams in the phone directory and had no money to see him with, so went back. The second time I tried to get to Newark with 50[[cent symbol]] and ended up on Flatbush Ave. in Brooklyn, and slept in Penn Station. I got back to Newark broke the next day and tried to find the Avalon Pub. Co. It wasn't in the phone book, I couldn't remember Will Sykora's name, I couldn't find a copy of TWS that had the review of "Life Everlasting" in it, and no one could tell me anything about it, so I came back. So help me, though, I'll try again when I have money. I'll visit Lovecraft's "Arkham" country some time and write a WARP article on what it's really like. And I might visit Astra Zimmer, she lives near Albany. I'm pretty sure I can if I'm stationed at Astoria. Since I've been in the Army I've had my strangest meal (two swigs of grape pop and a pack of dried cereal from a C-ration can while waiting in a haircut line) and my strangest night's sleep (on the Company Commander's desk waiting for 200 new men to fill up the Company.) Right now I'm acting Company Clerk. Which means I take head count, sit at the cadre table, eat chow when I want to and take what I want to, don't pull KP or guard, use my own typer until its broken from overuse, and lay around for the first 7 hours every day, then work until 8 at night. I've already given my portable a medical discharge. I'll reactivate it as soon as I get settled in again, though, for my own personal use, and the Orderly Room be damned. I got the idea for The Fourth Story when I heard the first story in a bus, riding through LaCrosse, Wis. Rct. ANDREW GREGG RA 16286877 Company Z, STR Fort Monmouth, New Jersey P.S.: I'm a recruit, not a private. All the EM were busted a rank without a salary loss, thank ghod, and they made the privates recruits. MEMO TO GEORGE YOUNG: Where the hell are those Michifen Meet stencils? I've been waiting two weeks now for 'em, so I can run off the last two pages of the September MUTANT! Impatiently, r-tRapp 19
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QUIEN SABE? ((Con Pederson tells us the title of this column should have an umlaut or a colophon or some exotic crosshatch on it. Personally, wir nicht verstehen das Spanische Sprache, so we're in no position to argue. But we're also in no position to print accent marks with our title-stamps. So let's just ignore the whole matter, shall we?)) Dear Art: My new station is here for a while. I may not go up to Astoria for photography school at all, but I sure hope so! I wrote The 4th Story a week or so before I came in the Army, and left it home. I wrote it again on the train between Knox and Monmouth, and just revived it again. I went to Newark twice to find Sam Moskowitz. The first time I had 15[[cent symbol]], and found two S.Moxkowitzs and two Sams in the phone directory and had no money to see him with, so went back. The second time I tried to get to Newark with 50[[cent symbol]] and ended up on Flatbush Ave. in Brooklyn, and slept in Penn Station. I got back to Newark broke the next day and tried to find the Avalon Pub. Co. It wasn't in the phone book, I couldn't remember Will Sykora's name, I couldn't find a copy of TWS that had the review of "Life Everlasting" in it, and no one could tell me anything about it, so I came back. So help me, though, I'll try again when I have money. I'll visit Lovecraft's "Arkham" country some time and write a WARP article on what it's really like. And I might visit Astra Zimmer, she lives near Albany. I'm pretty sure I can if I'm stationed at Astoria. Since I've been in the Army I've had my strangest meal (two swigs of grape pop and a pack of dried cereal from a C-ration can while waiting in a haircut line) and my strangest night's sleep (on the Company Commander's desk waiting for 200 new men to fill up the Company.) Right now I'm acting Company Clerk. Which means I take head count, sit at the cadre table, eat chow when I want to and take what I want to, don't pull KP or guard, use my own typer until its broken from overuse, and lay around for the first 7 hours every day, then work until 8 at night. I've already given my portable a medical discharge. I'll reactivate it as soon as I get settled in again, though, for my own personal use, and the Orderly Room be damned. I got the idea for The Fourth Story when I heard the first story in a bus, riding through LaCrosse, Wis. Rct. ANDREW GREGG RA 16286877 Company Z, STR Fort Monmouth, New Jersey P.S.: I'm a recruit, not a private. All the EM were busted a rank without a salary loss, thank ghod, and they made the privates recruits. MEMO TO GEORGE YOUNG: Where the hell are those Michifen Meet stencils? I've been waiting two weeks now for 'em, so I can run off the last two pages of the September MUTANT! Impatiently, r-tRapp 19
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