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Moonshine, v. 2, issue 1, Spring 1946
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MOONSHINE Page Three A VISIT WITH THE SLANS OF SHANGRI'LA Prologue: Mr mother and I moved from Pa. to Bell Gardens, Calif. latter part of Feb '46. Rough time getting settled. Finally moved into new apartment, which-believe it or not-was waiting for us! More fun (?) getting furniture, etc... The Visit Weds March 6: I walked a crooked street. I climbed a hill. I peeked into the LASFS clubroom vut t'was empty. So I rang the buzzer at 643 S. Bixel. Man cme to the door. Introduced myself. Was immediately invited in and we shhok hands. "I'm Al," says he. He glanced out of the window at a truck parked outside. "What's this?" he inquired. "Telephone man," I said, "He seems to have numerous amounts of books." Ashley said something bout it being time they brough around new books...and took me back into the apartment to meet Abby Lu, who had to leave pronto to do some shopping (or did I frighten her?). Al and I sat and talked and smoked, discussing the trials and tribulations of the cross-country traveller, fans and fandom, etc. Al described various ways he and t'other fen played hess, including fourth-dimensional chess which really "snowed" me as I dunno anything about chess in the first place. But it served to arouse an interest in the game. Maybe I'll learn to play but is it more difficult than pinochle? (hah!) Darlene ("datter" of the Ashleys) came in, was introduced. Presently Al adjourned to the kitchen to make us some coffee. While I was ogling his books a strange man came in. "Hello?" says he. "I'm Moffatt," I replies. "Len Moffatt?" he grins and we clutch fists. T'was Lou Goldstone , who was on his way someplace with van Vogt (didn't meet the latter yet). After Lou left, Al and I repaired to the kitchen and out "joe". More talk. Eventually Abbly Lu returned with groceries. Wiedenbeck wandered in (clad in pajamas and lounging robe). Al introduced me as Len Marlow. Error corrected immediately. Jack wanted to know if I'd be interested in joining a LA chapter of the Futurians...(hah!) Now it's my turn to blush; met a couple of other fans and be darned if I can remember their names. My achin' back! What a memory! (One was Dale Hart, introduced as Dale Tarr by Al) After chow (which was good-good-good, Abby Lu) we returned to the living room, Jack retires to his room to play a variety of music on the radio. Abby Lu and Darlene busy with housework, I guess. Enter Perdue (who had called during chow to make a chess-appointment with Al). Introductions again. (Can't remember whether I was "Marlow" this time or not) I settled down on the sofa to read the En Gardes Al had given me and a nicely bound collection of CHANTICLEERS brought out by Jack. Elmer and Al proceeded with chess. Al won most of the games. Found it intresting to watch, trying to figure out what the object of the game was supposed to be. Elmer asked me if his cussing bothered me, which amused me, considering the fact that I've been with the Marines (as a Navy hospital corpsman) and have heard cussin' that was almost poetic & have done a little myself. (It is quite possible to cuss and pray at the same time, believe me) The witching hour was fast approching so Elmer and I hurried away (con'td nxt pg)
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MOONSHINE Page Three A VISIT WITH THE SLANS OF SHANGRI'LA Prologue: Mr mother and I moved from Pa. to Bell Gardens, Calif. latter part of Feb '46. Rough time getting settled. Finally moved into new apartment, which-believe it or not-was waiting for us! More fun (?) getting furniture, etc... The Visit Weds March 6: I walked a crooked street. I climbed a hill. I peeked into the LASFS clubroom vut t'was empty. So I rang the buzzer at 643 S. Bixel. Man cme to the door. Introduced myself. Was immediately invited in and we shhok hands. "I'm Al," says he. He glanced out of the window at a truck parked outside. "What's this?" he inquired. "Telephone man," I said, "He seems to have numerous amounts of books." Ashley said something bout it being time they brough around new books...and took me back into the apartment to meet Abby Lu, who had to leave pronto to do some shopping (or did I frighten her?). Al and I sat and talked and smoked, discussing the trials and tribulations of the cross-country traveller, fans and fandom, etc. Al described various ways he and t'other fen played hess, including fourth-dimensional chess which really "snowed" me as I dunno anything about chess in the first place. But it served to arouse an interest in the game. Maybe I'll learn to play but is it more difficult than pinochle? (hah!) Darlene ("datter" of the Ashleys) came in, was introduced. Presently Al adjourned to the kitchen to make us some coffee. While I was ogling his books a strange man came in. "Hello?" says he. "I'm Moffatt," I replies. "Len Moffatt?" he grins and we clutch fists. T'was Lou Goldstone , who was on his way someplace with van Vogt (didn't meet the latter yet). After Lou left, Al and I repaired to the kitchen and out "joe". More talk. Eventually Abbly Lu returned with groceries. Wiedenbeck wandered in (clad in pajamas and lounging robe). Al introduced me as Len Marlow. Error corrected immediately. Jack wanted to know if I'd be interested in joining a LA chapter of the Futurians...(hah!) Now it's my turn to blush; met a couple of other fans and be darned if I can remember their names. My achin' back! What a memory! (One was Dale Hart, introduced as Dale Tarr by Al) After chow (which was good-good-good, Abby Lu) we returned to the living room, Jack retires to his room to play a variety of music on the radio. Abby Lu and Darlene busy with housework, I guess. Enter Perdue (who had called during chow to make a chess-appointment with Al). Introductions again. (Can't remember whether I was "Marlow" this time or not) I settled down on the sofa to read the En Gardes Al had given me and a nicely bound collection of CHANTICLEERS brought out by Jack. Elmer and Al proceeded with chess. Al won most of the games. Found it intresting to watch, trying to figure out what the object of the game was supposed to be. Elmer asked me if his cussing bothered me, which amused me, considering the fact that I've been with the Marines (as a Navy hospital corpsman) and have heard cussin' that was almost poetic & have done a little myself. (It is quite possible to cuss and pray at the same time, believe me) The witching hour was fast approching so Elmer and I hurried away (con'td nxt pg)
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