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Le Zombie, v. 5, issue 4, whole no. 51, January 1943
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12 Not that I don't like being a sailor. I do. Dallas is a sailors paradise. The soldiers have a curfew to observe, but I may prowl about until dawn breaks clear over Dallas' broken skyline. I have to work a scant eight hours on the Base. The other sixteen hours I may spend "ashore". My $66 a month affords me no end of good times. Really, I'm having more of what is ordinarily termed fun than I ever had before. Of course, it's not like the different kind of fun I had being an avid fan. Nevertheless, it is serving, since it has to. The only thing is, I cannot quite escape. Reality cannot be shut off entirely. Sometimes the harsh facts loom up before my gaze like unsummoned ghosts. And, tho I lay the ghosts, they lie down only to rise again. Attached to this letter is a poetic bit which describes a feeling what occasionally grips me too. Tho the central idea is grim, I hope the humor in it is not too well hidden. I can laugh still---and I hope that you can too. If we stood the rigors of being a total fan, we can stand the rigors of being in a total war. Yours, E. Dale Hart The Precipice by D. Hart With a dot over the i, niagras are rushing over the edge. If they catch you, goodbye, boy, you were good for awhile. Niagras are pouring down the drain. Stay clear, brothers, or you'll float over with the others. It's happening all the time. Do you like niagras? Answer me in monosyllables with appropriate gestures, please ((NO! *BT)) Wait! Here it comes, and there isn't time for a quick one, even We Mustn't keep a Niagara (with a dot, over the i) waiting. Get ready! We don't know where we're going, but we'll get there fast... Blub! #10 (Blakely) December 13 Dear Gang, This thing has apparently taken about a month to make each jump, or pretty close to a month. Of course, this is typical Army and Navy efficiency. Nothing like it, anywhere. I'll bet Tucker thinks it has been dumped into some G-I can months ago. What a surprise when he finds that it is still knocking about ..... ((On to the next page, mes enfants, for some information on another bit of chain-lettering that is folly lost, strayed or stolen. -BT))
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12 Not that I don't like being a sailor. I do. Dallas is a sailors paradise. The soldiers have a curfew to observe, but I may prowl about until dawn breaks clear over Dallas' broken skyline. I have to work a scant eight hours on the Base. The other sixteen hours I may spend "ashore". My $66 a month affords me no end of good times. Really, I'm having more of what is ordinarily termed fun than I ever had before. Of course, it's not like the different kind of fun I had being an avid fan. Nevertheless, it is serving, since it has to. The only thing is, I cannot quite escape. Reality cannot be shut off entirely. Sometimes the harsh facts loom up before my gaze like unsummoned ghosts. And, tho I lay the ghosts, they lie down only to rise again. Attached to this letter is a poetic bit which describes a feeling what occasionally grips me too. Tho the central idea is grim, I hope the humor in it is not too well hidden. I can laugh still---and I hope that you can too. If we stood the rigors of being a total fan, we can stand the rigors of being in a total war. Yours, E. Dale Hart The Precipice by D. Hart With a dot over the i, niagras are rushing over the edge. If they catch you, goodbye, boy, you were good for awhile. Niagras are pouring down the drain. Stay clear, brothers, or you'll float over with the others. It's happening all the time. Do you like niagras? Answer me in monosyllables with appropriate gestures, please ((NO! *BT)) Wait! Here it comes, and there isn't time for a quick one, even We Mustn't keep a Niagara (with a dot, over the i) waiting. Get ready! We don't know where we're going, but we'll get there fast... Blub! #10 (Blakely) December 13 Dear Gang, This thing has apparently taken about a month to make each jump, or pretty close to a month. Of course, this is typical Army and Navy efficiency. Nothing like it, anywhere. I'll bet Tucker thinks it has been dumped into some G-I can months ago. What a surprise when he finds that it is still knocking about ..... ((On to the next page, mes enfants, for some information on another bit of chain-lettering that is folly lost, strayed or stolen. -BT))
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