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Wavelength, v. 1, issue 2, Summer 1941
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WAVELENGTH Science Fiction Conscience 11 JUPITER RENDEZVOUS The first rocketeer to arrive at the Rendezvous for this issue's meeting is Basil Wells of the planet Earth, U. S. A., Pennsylvania , Springboro. He's looking fit as usual, and he tells us that he has a few words for us. We're just sitting around, talking with him, when we hear a rocket ship come roarin' in for a landing at our spaceport. The sound of a port being hastily shut, hurried footsteps - and then the door opens and Louis Russell Chauvenet, Earth, U. S. A., Virginia, Esmont, stands there grinning at us. "How ah yo', Editor?" he asks in that slow Southern drawl of his. "An' yo', too, Basil. Sho' am glad to see yo'." "Same here, Louis!" Basil Wells and us choruses together. Then we add: "You're as welcome as a rainstorm on Mars, Louis. How are you feeling these days?" "Just fine, Editor. Can't complain a-tall. I . . " He's interrupted by the sounds of more rocket ships coming in for a planetfall outside. Both him and Basil cock their heads on one side, listening. "Two of 'em", says Louis. Basil Wells nods. "Two is right, " he says. "Who would that be, do you suppose?" We grins. "Gosh, ain't you two space dogs met D. B. Thompson, Earth, U. S. A., Nebraska, Lincoln? We forgot you hadn't. And R J. Sienkiewicz, Earth, U. S. A., Pennsylvania, Scranton - have you met him? Here they are." The door opens and in comes the two aforementioned. We introduce them to the Gentleman from the South and to Basil Wells. Now that all are present, we figure it's time to get down to business. So we ask D. B. Thompson to spiel off what he has on his chest. The Sage of Salt Creek says, "I don't know why I'm subscribing to your magazine. I don't have time, now, for the pro and ham mags I'm already getting. One thing in favor of fanzines; they're short, in comparison to the pros. Some of them are interesting, to. The same thing applies to the pros. That's all I have to say, gentlemen." As the Sage sits down again, Basil Wells pipes up with, "Short and sweet!" And we inform him that we agree. And now Rajacz takes the floor. "All I have to say, fellow fans, is that the advance information about Number Two WAVELENGTH was appreciated, and as this is now about two weeks from April 30th, the date of your letter, Editor," he nods in my direction, "I am awaiting with bated breath the appearance of the second WAVELENGTH." After Raymond has had his say, all the rest look at us with accusing eyes. "Why didn't you give the rest of us advance information?" , Louis Russell demands truculently. We shiver in our boots as we timidly answer. "Sorry, boys, wish I could've sent you all advance info. But I hadn't the time." I go on to mumble plaintively about being "overworked, underfeed, etc." but, still they glare at me malignantly. Somebody hollers at me, "Hey, sit down, bud!" And tremblingly I obey. This gives Basil Wells the opening he has been waiting for and he starts right out with, "Shoot the works. Here's my two bits and let's see what WAVELENGTH can do to satisfy my craving for a perfect fanzine and anytime you need filler . . . particularly filler. . .I'll be glad to (Continued on P. 13)
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WAVELENGTH Science Fiction Conscience 11 JUPITER RENDEZVOUS The first rocketeer to arrive at the Rendezvous for this issue's meeting is Basil Wells of the planet Earth, U. S. A., Pennsylvania , Springboro. He's looking fit as usual, and he tells us that he has a few words for us. We're just sitting around, talking with him, when we hear a rocket ship come roarin' in for a landing at our spaceport. The sound of a port being hastily shut, hurried footsteps - and then the door opens and Louis Russell Chauvenet, Earth, U. S. A., Virginia, Esmont, stands there grinning at us. "How ah yo', Editor?" he asks in that slow Southern drawl of his. "An' yo', too, Basil. Sho' am glad to see yo'." "Same here, Louis!" Basil Wells and us choruses together. Then we add: "You're as welcome as a rainstorm on Mars, Louis. How are you feeling these days?" "Just fine, Editor. Can't complain a-tall. I . . " He's interrupted by the sounds of more rocket ships coming in for a planetfall outside. Both him and Basil cock their heads on one side, listening. "Two of 'em", says Louis. Basil Wells nods. "Two is right, " he says. "Who would that be, do you suppose?" We grins. "Gosh, ain't you two space dogs met D. B. Thompson, Earth, U. S. A., Nebraska, Lincoln? We forgot you hadn't. And R J. Sienkiewicz, Earth, U. S. A., Pennsylvania, Scranton - have you met him? Here they are." The door opens and in comes the two aforementioned. We introduce them to the Gentleman from the South and to Basil Wells. Now that all are present, we figure it's time to get down to business. So we ask D. B. Thompson to spiel off what he has on his chest. The Sage of Salt Creek says, "I don't know why I'm subscribing to your magazine. I don't have time, now, for the pro and ham mags I'm already getting. One thing in favor of fanzines; they're short, in comparison to the pros. Some of them are interesting, to. The same thing applies to the pros. That's all I have to say, gentlemen." As the Sage sits down again, Basil Wells pipes up with, "Short and sweet!" And we inform him that we agree. And now Rajacz takes the floor. "All I have to say, fellow fans, is that the advance information about Number Two WAVELENGTH was appreciated, and as this is now about two weeks from April 30th, the date of your letter, Editor," he nods in my direction, "I am awaiting with bated breath the appearance of the second WAVELENGTH." After Raymond has had his say, all the rest look at us with accusing eyes. "Why didn't you give the rest of us advance information?" , Louis Russell demands truculently. We shiver in our boots as we timidly answer. "Sorry, boys, wish I could've sent you all advance info. But I hadn't the time." I go on to mumble plaintively about being "overworked, underfeed, etc." but, still they glare at me malignantly. Somebody hollers at me, "Hey, sit down, bud!" And tremblingly I obey. This gives Basil Wells the opening he has been waiting for and he starts right out with, "Shoot the works. Here's my two bits and let's see what WAVELENGTH can do to satisfy my craving for a perfect fanzine and anytime you need filler . . . particularly filler. . .I'll be glad to (Continued on P. 13)
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