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MFS Bulletin, v. 3, issue 2, whole no. 14, January 11, 1943

MFS Bulletin, Vol. 3, Number 2 Page 4

is still in tip-top condition, working as well as the day it was invented. Why not concentrate on prozines and fanzines? Yours ((the director's)) is a strategic position, and a valuable one to the NFFF. It might even rise or fall according to the way you discharge your office. So please don't waste your needed talents, energies and resources on a lot of high-sounding sideshows."

And I love this by Art ... "They, the general public, are about as interested in the NFFF as the average person is about the breeding habits of the South American Flapddoile." A veritable asterpiece os 1942!

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! REITROF STARTING A NEW FEUD!!!

Please note, Gordon Dickson, hypohetical fan this is an open declaration of war on "Fan Scratchings", the worst colyum since the removal of Schmarje's dice-game opus, a perfect example of the craps. And a note to you, Raym Washington: I don't particularly doubt "Flash" Gordon Dickenson's existence, but if he is real, he should be ashamed of the fact, that's all; so you're on my side, if you wish to shoulder arms.

The mark of the amatur, when signed by one name, whether representing one or twenty, appears in the hacketeer's pipe dream, "Fan Scratchings", dreamt up from a sewer pipe: we think. Also, such a phrase sounds like libel in this particular colym from Fantasite - sounds like an outright misrepresentation of certain capabilities of the author or authors. Yeh, Flash, and here's to warn you against using a personal letter in printed attack upon any other fan writer of said letter, if said writer informed you not to use the material therein. And the same goes for using the writer's name when advertised otherwise. It can cause plenty of real, court-actionable grief.

Flash did have one good idea, rendered nil in worth by such rotten presentation, which was concerning fans who haven't time to do various things. Like writing columns. Many times a column has missed an issue to be followed up by this stale excue anent time. Hell Fire without a doubt is fandom's greatest news column, yet it takes but an hour or two to get it in the mails - and never misses. However, I'll gladly help Dickson find some other way to spend the fifteen minutes he uses to write his colyum. Personally, I retch to think tation is a form of admiration, I don't know, but Flash - I think I've been alandered!

OF THE DOPE, BY THE DOPE, AND FOR THE FAN

"Pete already shows signs of becoming an "Inner Circle fan," sex Coalman Widner, father of Pete. "The other day I showed him a Palmer Amazing Quarterly. "Aaaaaargh! he shrieked and hid his head under the pillow. Later, I showed him an Astounding. 'Ooooo, good!', he chortled (or maybe it was 'Ooog, goob' - I'm not exactly sure). I even showed him a copy of Spaceways. He threw away his rattle, and even his colored chompim spoons, and reached for it. I was so pleased I let him tear up a wopy of Space Tales." Look out, Art - someday the doctor will solemnly question the Precocious Brat, and the kid will leer back. "Love your mother?" will ask the medico. "Hate her!" will scream the Angel. "Love your father?" comes the query. "Hate him

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is still in tip-top condition, working as well as the day it was invented. Why not concentrate on prozines and fanzines? Yours ((the director's)) is a strategic position, and a valuable one to the NFFF. It might even rise or fall according to the way you discharge your office. So please don't waste your needed talents, energies and resources on a lot of high-sounding sideshows." And I love this by Art ... "They, the general public, are about as interested in the NFFF as the average person is about the breeding habits of the South American Flapddoile." A veritable asterpiece os 1942! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! REITROF STARTING A NEW FEUD!!! Please note, Gordon Dickson, hypohetical fan this is an open declaration of war on "Fan Scratchings", the worst colyum since the removal of Schmarje's dice-game opus, a perfect example of the craps. And a note to you, Raym Washington: I don't particularly doubt "Flash" Gordon Dickenson's existence, but if he is real, he should be ashamed of the fact, that's all; so you're on my side, if you wish to shoulder arms. The mark of the amatur, when signed by one name, whether representing one or twenty, appears in the hacketeer's pipe dream, "Fan Scratchings", dreamt up from a sewer pipe: we think. Also, such a phrase sounds like libel in this particular colym from Fantasite - sounds like an outright misrepresentation of certain capabilities of the author or authors. Yeh, Flash, and here's to warn you against using a personal letter in printed attack upon any other fan writer of said letter, if said writer informed you not to use the material therein. And the same goes for using the writer's name when advertised otherwise. It can cause plenty of real, court-actionable grief. Flash did have one good idea, rendered nil in worth by such rotten presentation, which was concerning fans who haven't time to do various things. Like writing columns. Many times a column has missed an issue to be followed up by this stale excue anent time. Hell Fire without a doubt is fandom's greatest news column, yet it takes but an hour or two to get it in the mails - and never misses. However, I'll gladly help Dickson find some other way to spend the fifteen minutes he uses to write his colyum. Personally, I retch to think tation is a form of admiration, I don't know, but Flash - I think I've been alandered! OF THE DOPE, BY THE DOPE, AND FOR THE FAN "Pete already shows signs of becoming an "Inner Circle fan," sex Coalman Widner, father of Pete. "The other day I showed him a Palmer Amazing Quarterly. "Aaaaaargh! he shrieked and hid his head under the pillow. Later, I showed him an Astounding. 'Ooooo, good!', he chortled (or maybe it was 'Ooog, goob' - I'm not exactly sure). I even showed him a copy of Spaceways. He threw away his rattle, and even his colored chompim spoons, and reached for it. I was so pleased I let him tear up a wopy of Space Tales." Look out, Art - someday the doctor will solemnly question the Precocious Brat, and the kid will leer back. "Love your mother?" will ask the medico. "Hate her!" will scream the Angel. "Love your father?" comes the query. "Hate him