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Southern Star, v. 1, issue 2, June 1941
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The PASSENGER LIST D.F.F. Fred N. Fischer BIOGRAPHIES of O.F.F. MEMBERS Conducted ................... by...................... Art R. Sehnert --AUTOBIOGRAPHY-- Born: Yes Place: Knoxville, Tennessee. Time: December 6, 1910. Little did my parents think when first they saw me that here in the flesh was a future scientifiction fan. Little did they think. The shock of seeing me stunned them past thinking. As for me, I was speechless. Time alters all things, including F. W. Fischer's vocabulary. Today foks wish I was speechless. But in the beginning I knew only a few dozen words, had difficulty in pronouncing them, because without any teeth it is indeed difficult -- aye, next to impossible! -- to correctly enunciate certain syllables. To aid in correct pronunciation, therefore, and also to abet the budding bicuspids, my parents gave me a dictionary to chew upon. This accounts, in part, for my pure grammar and my flawless diction. Don't it? As I approached school age my mother approached me. In her hand were twenty-six cards each bearing a separate letter of the alphabet. "Take a card," she told me. "Just any card. Don't tell me what it is. Sooner or later I have to be right." In this manner I learned my alphabet and mastered the art of putting letters together to make alphabet soup. All through grammar school I never allowed myself to forget those twenty-six letters my mother had taught me. It might surprise some people to know that still, after all these years, I yet remember a part of my alphabet. Up to the age of eight I have but three vivid memories. Once I robbed my sister's pig bank and treated all the kids in the neighborhood to ice-cream cones, candy bars, and peanuts. It is problementical whether this made as much of an impression on me as did my father, later. Another time I slipped over a neighbor's rear fence in company with a boy named "Red" and Red and I slipped over a thousand of this neighbor's choicest domesticated strawberries down our parched gullets. We slipped. We were so full and so sick we were unable to negotiate the return trip over the fence. At the bottom of it we were discovered by our straberryless neighbor. Gawd, how I hate strawberries! My third vivid memory bears upon a subject near and dear to us all. While I was barely able to read -- about seven I was -- I read TWENTY THOUSAND LEAGUES UNDER THE SEA. My course was set. From that moment henceforward I was a rabid pseud-science reader. During the war I lived in Old Hickory, Tennessee, then the
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The PASSENGER LIST D.F.F. Fred N. Fischer BIOGRAPHIES of O.F.F. MEMBERS Conducted ................... by...................... Art R. Sehnert --AUTOBIOGRAPHY-- Born: Yes Place: Knoxville, Tennessee. Time: December 6, 1910. Little did my parents think when first they saw me that here in the flesh was a future scientifiction fan. Little did they think. The shock of seeing me stunned them past thinking. As for me, I was speechless. Time alters all things, including F. W. Fischer's vocabulary. Today foks wish I was speechless. But in the beginning I knew only a few dozen words, had difficulty in pronouncing them, because without any teeth it is indeed difficult -- aye, next to impossible! -- to correctly enunciate certain syllables. To aid in correct pronunciation, therefore, and also to abet the budding bicuspids, my parents gave me a dictionary to chew upon. This accounts, in part, for my pure grammar and my flawless diction. Don't it? As I approached school age my mother approached me. In her hand were twenty-six cards each bearing a separate letter of the alphabet. "Take a card," she told me. "Just any card. Don't tell me what it is. Sooner or later I have to be right." In this manner I learned my alphabet and mastered the art of putting letters together to make alphabet soup. All through grammar school I never allowed myself to forget those twenty-six letters my mother had taught me. It might surprise some people to know that still, after all these years, I yet remember a part of my alphabet. Up to the age of eight I have but three vivid memories. Once I robbed my sister's pig bank and treated all the kids in the neighborhood to ice-cream cones, candy bars, and peanuts. It is problementical whether this made as much of an impression on me as did my father, later. Another time I slipped over a neighbor's rear fence in company with a boy named "Red" and Red and I slipped over a thousand of this neighbor's choicest domesticated strawberries down our parched gullets. We slipped. We were so full and so sick we were unable to negotiate the return trip over the fence. At the bottom of it we were discovered by our straberryless neighbor. Gawd, how I hate strawberries! My third vivid memory bears upon a subject near and dear to us all. While I was barely able to read -- about seven I was -- I read TWENTY THOUSAND LEAGUES UNDER THE SEA. My course was set. From that moment henceforward I was a rabid pseud-science reader. During the war I lived in Old Hickory, Tennessee, then the
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