Transcribe
Translate
Fantascience Digest, v. 2, issue 3, March-April 1939
Page 7
More information
digital collection
archival collection guide
transcription tips
FANTASCIENCE DIGEST Page 7 lous to many of those present. Jackson was somewhere in the audience. There was plenty of time for him to talk later; the job was sewed up. What other fan in the field was capable of doing what he just did, even if it did seem egotistical to say so himself? Jimmy Withers, editor of the prominent news-weekly, SCIENCE FANTASY NEWS, was giving a talk now. It had been plenty of fun helping Jimmy and he would continue to send him scoops on the new magazine he was going to edit. Then Jack was called upon to give a talk himself. He praised Bill Davids for the excellent job he'd done and answered questions of many of the fans present. Then it was Jackson's turn. Jackson played up his proposed magazine in grand style, much to the chagrin of many other editors and publishers present. Especially Robert Halmer of STUPENDOUS STORIES, who, being the emotional sort, rose from his seat and dashed out of the hall to telephone his boss the news, arousing laughter from all. The other editors calmly puffed their cigarettes and tried to look unconcerned. Jackson finally ended by praising Bill Davids highly for the fine job he'd done on the convention. Hours passed, and finally the convention was adjourned for discussion. Jack wandered thoughtfully into the lobby, exchanging pleasantries with many of his fellow fans. He noticed Bill Davids hurrying towards him. Bill was immensely excited; too excited almost to speak. Bill guided Jack into an inconspicuous corner of the lobby and blurted out: "Everything's going great, Jack. You'll never know how much I appreciate everything you've done for me. Not only that, but publisher Jackson was so impressed by the fine convention that he offered me a job editing his magazine, providing another fellow he offered it to doesn't accept. I hope I get that Job, Jack. My father was crippled in an auto accident a few months ago and we need every penny we can get. Gosh! I'll never be able to thank you for what you've done for me, Jack. You're the grandest pal a guy ever had." "A-a-and Jackson offered you a job, Bill?" Jack barely whispered between clenched teeth. "He sure did. He said he'd never seen a convention run like this one, and that if the other fellow to whom he offered a job refuses, he would give it to me. You've got to help me, Jack. You've got a lot of influence with the editors. Put in a good word for me, will you----please?" "Sure, sure. anything you say Bill. Got to go now. Got to meet a fellow. See you later," Jack barely blurted. He turned quickly his throat suddenly choked by an emotion he could not fathom. Quickly he lost himself in the crowd while Bill viewed him curiously. - - - - - - - - - - - - - Dear Mr. Jackson:-After due consideration, i find it impossible to accept your offer at present. Pressure of other business forces this decision upon me. I would especially recommend for the position Bill Davids, who presented in such excellent style, the Fifth National Science Fiction Convention. I know the fan field, and can say that there is not a better man than Bill Davids for the job. Sincerely, Jack Adams Jack ripped the finished let-
Saving...
prev
next
FANTASCIENCE DIGEST Page 7 lous to many of those present. Jackson was somewhere in the audience. There was plenty of time for him to talk later; the job was sewed up. What other fan in the field was capable of doing what he just did, even if it did seem egotistical to say so himself? Jimmy Withers, editor of the prominent news-weekly, SCIENCE FANTASY NEWS, was giving a talk now. It had been plenty of fun helping Jimmy and he would continue to send him scoops on the new magazine he was going to edit. Then Jack was called upon to give a talk himself. He praised Bill Davids for the excellent job he'd done and answered questions of many of the fans present. Then it was Jackson's turn. Jackson played up his proposed magazine in grand style, much to the chagrin of many other editors and publishers present. Especially Robert Halmer of STUPENDOUS STORIES, who, being the emotional sort, rose from his seat and dashed out of the hall to telephone his boss the news, arousing laughter from all. The other editors calmly puffed their cigarettes and tried to look unconcerned. Jackson finally ended by praising Bill Davids highly for the fine job he'd done on the convention. Hours passed, and finally the convention was adjourned for discussion. Jack wandered thoughtfully into the lobby, exchanging pleasantries with many of his fellow fans. He noticed Bill Davids hurrying towards him. Bill was immensely excited; too excited almost to speak. Bill guided Jack into an inconspicuous corner of the lobby and blurted out: "Everything's going great, Jack. You'll never know how much I appreciate everything you've done for me. Not only that, but publisher Jackson was so impressed by the fine convention that he offered me a job editing his magazine, providing another fellow he offered it to doesn't accept. I hope I get that Job, Jack. My father was crippled in an auto accident a few months ago and we need every penny we can get. Gosh! I'll never be able to thank you for what you've done for me, Jack. You're the grandest pal a guy ever had." "A-a-and Jackson offered you a job, Bill?" Jack barely whispered between clenched teeth. "He sure did. He said he'd never seen a convention run like this one, and that if the other fellow to whom he offered a job refuses, he would give it to me. You've got to help me, Jack. You've got a lot of influence with the editors. Put in a good word for me, will you----please?" "Sure, sure. anything you say Bill. Got to go now. Got to meet a fellow. See you later," Jack barely blurted. He turned quickly his throat suddenly choked by an emotion he could not fathom. Quickly he lost himself in the crowd while Bill viewed him curiously. - - - - - - - - - - - - - Dear Mr. Jackson:-After due consideration, i find it impossible to accept your offer at present. Pressure of other business forces this decision upon me. I would especially recommend for the position Bill Davids, who presented in such excellent style, the Fifth National Science Fiction Convention. I know the fan field, and can say that there is not a better man than Bill Davids for the job. Sincerely, Jack Adams Jack ripped the finished let-
Hevelin Fanzines
sidebar
