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Venus, v. 1, issue 1, June 1944
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-22- "But,"I began. "Hey, folks, Lora's going to publish a fanzine," Mel announced. "But, " I began. "And I'll give you my mailing list," 4e told me. "And see if you can't get Ron to do you a front cover.." That's how I became a publisher. The following Thursday 4e handed me a fish, that is, a fishy-looking woman and said I was to use it as his ad in Venus and demanded an ad for Vom. Later, he handed me a mailing list and noted on it the names of people who wrote and drew and so forth. I timidly wrote to some of them and the next thing I knew, I had Leigh Brackett's SHADOWS IN THE WOODS. I also received several cold nos(NO). One of them even accused me of being a dipsomanise, and I don't drink much. I don't even get drunk. Bob Tucker sent me his bit on dressed-up westerns, and then a story that does not appear in Venus for the simple reason that I can't find it. Fassbinder promised me his Constipation on Venus article and said I could have it only if I could get Ron Cline to do a hyper illustration to be a back cover. I got Ron to agree and then Fassbinder decided that the deal was off. Ed Chamberlin was at the club one Sunday when I groomed and said I'd done hours and hours of work on a Venus painting and then woke up to the fact that my flowers were earth flowers. He begun doodling and drew a lovely brain plant, with tendrils, and before the whole thing was over, we had decided it was a Venusian brain plant, and then a Venus-Vampire and had argued Sam Russell into agreeing to write an article to go with if. In typical woman-fashion, I nagged poor Samuel D. about it until he quit coming to the club, and I swore a solemn oath to myself to say no more about it to him, and then learned that the reason that he was absent from the meetings was because he was going to the symphony concerts. I started nagging again, but brought no results. Sam, though a bachelor, has learned how to handle women. He agrees with them and then ignores the whole thing until they have shut up. I sore I'd pillory him in fandom by calling him Samuel Divan Russell, but I couldn't put that in print, he's too nice a guy to do that way. So Venus waxed and waned, and I began to wish I was dead or something. I hoped the whole matter would be forgotten, but 4e kept asking me when Venus was coming out, and I began to wish I had nerve enough to us a knife on him, just to see his entrails come out. Joe Gibson was fool enough to bring all his lovely drawings to the club one Sunday, so 4e and Walt could chizzle them all away from him, and I got up nerve enough to ask for the lovely Venusiren that is the back cover. After that I was lost. I took the back and front covers to the lithographer and then I
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-22- "But,"I began. "Hey, folks, Lora's going to publish a fanzine," Mel announced. "But, " I began. "And I'll give you my mailing list," 4e told me. "And see if you can't get Ron to do you a front cover.." That's how I became a publisher. The following Thursday 4e handed me a fish, that is, a fishy-looking woman and said I was to use it as his ad in Venus and demanded an ad for Vom. Later, he handed me a mailing list and noted on it the names of people who wrote and drew and so forth. I timidly wrote to some of them and the next thing I knew, I had Leigh Brackett's SHADOWS IN THE WOODS. I also received several cold nos(NO). One of them even accused me of being a dipsomanise, and I don't drink much. I don't even get drunk. Bob Tucker sent me his bit on dressed-up westerns, and then a story that does not appear in Venus for the simple reason that I can't find it. Fassbinder promised me his Constipation on Venus article and said I could have it only if I could get Ron Cline to do a hyper illustration to be a back cover. I got Ron to agree and then Fassbinder decided that the deal was off. Ed Chamberlin was at the club one Sunday when I groomed and said I'd done hours and hours of work on a Venus painting and then woke up to the fact that my flowers were earth flowers. He begun doodling and drew a lovely brain plant, with tendrils, and before the whole thing was over, we had decided it was a Venusian brain plant, and then a Venus-Vampire and had argued Sam Russell into agreeing to write an article to go with if. In typical woman-fashion, I nagged poor Samuel D. about it until he quit coming to the club, and I swore a solemn oath to myself to say no more about it to him, and then learned that the reason that he was absent from the meetings was because he was going to the symphony concerts. I started nagging again, but brought no results. Sam, though a bachelor, has learned how to handle women. He agrees with them and then ignores the whole thing until they have shut up. I sore I'd pillory him in fandom by calling him Samuel Divan Russell, but I couldn't put that in print, he's too nice a guy to do that way. So Venus waxed and waned, and I began to wish I was dead or something. I hoped the whole matter would be forgotten, but 4e kept asking me when Venus was coming out, and I began to wish I had nerve enough to us a knife on him, just to see his entrails come out. Joe Gibson was fool enough to bring all his lovely drawings to the club one Sunday, so 4e and Walt could chizzle them all away from him, and I got up nerve enough to ask for the lovely Venusiren that is the back cover. After that I was lost. I took the back and front covers to the lithographer and then I
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