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Fantasite, v. 2, issue 4, November-December 1942

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foot, much to the merriment of those in the back rows who could see what was transpiring. 

We all ate the Regent Cafe for dinner, and a goodly portion of us ordered "Chicken in the Rough". Robinson arrived late and was crowded in between two husky fans. However, he managed to survive the ordeal once again.

There were twenty-five people at the Conference, and they were all grand fans. Those who arrived Saturday night, and Sunday were: Claude Degler, Tommy and Dorothy Tomkins, Dalvan Cogor, Earl and Helen Perry, and Dr. Alan R. Becker.

In the afternoon nice movies were shown. I mean the movies were nice. Aw...Liebscher rooked us out of our hard-earned money in his capacity as Auctioneer. I bought one Paul, which I still insist was the best one of the lot, and there were a lot of them. There were many swell paintings and interiors there, from Ziff -- Davis Future, and F.F.M. Saari, Russell, and I all won door-prizes, mine being another Paul. Then, after the drawings were completed we adjourned to the Tomkins residence, where there was plenty of food all nicely arranged on the table for our arrival. Short work was made of it.

[Image of a man talking to a woman while another man lights the hem of his pants on fire,]

Lots of things too place that night. More prizes were awarded for original story plots, and various games were played. Have you ever been hooked into the "Z" game? Several heated discussions raged all evening, all over the place. Brackney and I doctored up a cigarette and Schmarje fell for it. We watched closely, but there were no signs to the effect that he noticed anything amiss. He did turn a bit green around the gills, and emitted a few feeble coughs, but appeared none the worse otherwise. Someone heard a feebly cry, and, alarmed by it, hunted up the source, which proved to be Frank Robinson who had been flattened behind the kitchen door when a crowd rushed through for cokes. There always seems to be a steady stream of people rushing in and out of the kitchen with coke bottles in hand. About this time, Dick Kuhn had to catch his bus for Detroit, so Janie, Tomkins, and I went to the depot to see him off. 

The time flew by with alarming speed, and it was time to leave before we realized that we had even been there long. So, we clambered tearfully into our respective vehicles once more, and were on our way again, back to Battle Creek. In the StfNash were Walt, Abby Lu, Claude Degler; in addition to we four Minnefans. As we pulled into Battle Creek we stopped at a tavern and had a bit of beer. We lingered, then headed for the Ashley home. The others were congregated there and soon we were all milling about, shaking hands, kissing, exchanging fond farewells, and picking each other's pockets. Claude Degler had discovered halfway to Battle Creek, that we weren't going back to Jackson, and so the Ashleys put him up for the night as he hadn't brought his luggage from the Hotel.

We drove all night, or morning, as you will, and separated somewhere in Illinois, I believe, around 8:00 or 9:00. I transferred to Janie's car, which also contained Neil, Frank, Schmarje, and Levene. Janie and I both drove on the way to Chicago, and finally made it, dropping everybody off at the Robinson home. Frank insisted that I enter and inspect their mimeo on which Parsec will be turned out, and so I did, and he also showed me the dummy for the first issue. Then he made me a present of an Air Wonder, which I didn't have, for no apparent reason at all. Robinson is a nice guy.

After driving apparently halfway to Mexico, Jane and I reached Bloomington. I swished the car into the driveway. Janie dragged me into the Tucker abode and up to the den where I recall shaking a hand and mumbling "hello". I was tired. We were all tired. Russell was deep in Tucker's books, Saari was chattering about something, Brackney was asleep on his feet with a cigarette in his face, and Walt was deep in Tuck's personal mail. I fished out a pack of cigarettes and started smoking. Brackney helped me and we finished off the pack. We were all thoroughly exhausted, having had no sleep to speak of for four nights. Janie held up better than any of us.
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foot, much to the merriment of those in the back rows who could see what was transpiring. We all ate the Regent Cafe for dinner, and a goodly portion of us ordered "Chicken in the Rough". Robinson arrived late and was crowded in between two husky fans. However, he managed to survive the ordeal once again. There were twenty-five people at the Conference, and they were all grand fans. Those who arrived Saturday night, and Sunday were: Claude Degler, Tommy and Dorothy Tomkins, Dalvan Cogor, Earl and Helen Perry, and Dr. Alan R. Becker. In the afternoon nice movies were shown. I mean the movies were nice. Aw...Liebscher rooked us out of our hard-earned money in his capacity as Auctioneer. I bought one Paul, which I still insist was the best one of the lot, and there were a lot of them. There were many swell paintings and interiors there, from Ziff -- Davis Future, and F.F.M. Saari, Russell, and I all won door-prizes, mine being another Paul. Then, after the drawings were completed we adjourned to the Tomkins residence, where there was plenty of food all nicely arranged on the table for our arrival. Short work was made of it. [Image of a man talking to a woman while another man lights the hem of his pants on fire,] Lots of things too place that night. More prizes were awarded for original story plots, and various games were played. Have you ever been hooked into the "Z" game? Several heated discussions raged all evening, all over the place. Brackney and I doctored up a cigarette and Schmarje fell for it. We watched closely, but there were no signs to the effect that he noticed anything amiss. He did turn a bit green around the gills, and emitted a few feeble coughs, but appeared none the worse otherwise. Someone heard a feebly cry, and, alarmed by it, hunted up the source, which proved to be Frank Robinson who had been flattened behind the kitchen door when a crowd rushed through for cokes. There always seems to be a steady stream of people rushing in and out of the kitchen with coke bottles in hand. About this time, Dick Kuhn had to catch his bus for Detroit, so Janie, Tomkins, and I went to the depot to see him off. The time flew by with alarming speed, and it was time to leave before we realized that we had even been there long. So, we clambered tearfully into our respective vehicles once more, and were on our way again, back to Battle Creek. In the StfNash were Walt, Abby Lu, Claude Degler; in addition to we four Minnefans. As we pulled into Battle Creek we stopped at a tavern and had a bit of beer. We lingered, then headed for the Ashley home. The others were congregated there and soon we were all milling about, shaking hands, kissing, exchanging fond farewells, and picking each other's pockets. Claude Degler had discovered halfway to Battle Creek, that we weren't going back to Jackson, and so the Ashleys put him up for the night as he hadn't brought his luggage from the Hotel. We drove all night, or morning, as you will, and separated somewhere in Illinois, I believe, around 8:00 or 9:00. I transferred to Janie's car, which also contained Neil, Frank, Schmarje, and Levene. Janie and I both drove on the way to Chicago, and finally made it, dropping everybody off at the Robinson home. Frank insisted that I enter and inspect their mimeo on which Parsec will be turned out, and so I did, and he also showed me the dummy for the first issue. Then he made me a present of an Air Wonder, which I didn't have, for no apparent reason at all. Robinson is a nice guy. After driving apparently halfway to Mexico, Jane and I reached Bloomington. I swished the car into the driveway. Janie dragged me into the Tucker abode and up to the den where I recall shaking a hand and mumbling "hello". I was tired. We were all tired. Russell was deep in Tucker's books, Saari was chattering about something, Brackney was asleep on his feet with a cigarette in his face, and Walt was deep in Tuck's personal mail. I fished out a pack of cigarettes and started smoking. Brackney helped me and we finished off the pack. We were all thoroughly exhausted, having had no sleep to speak of for four nights. Janie held up better than any of us. (next page)