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Spacewarp, v. 5, issue 4, whole no. 28, July 1949
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by mineself?) ((I do leave a lot out of most letters printed in QS? -- else this would be a letterzine, I'm afraid. My general policy is to leave in the parts which (a) will be of general interest, or (b) might touch off a nice vicious feud. So far, no one's offered to feud about the way I cut letters.)) And here is where this novel shall end. I swear it!! WALLY WEBER ________________ ((Cutting back to Ed Cox's letter -- boy, are we hashing this column up this month!)): Gregg's Problem sounds as fishy as "The Aphrodite Project" to me. Not to mention the (good) ending being unlikely (stfan that I am I'll have to see it first!), I've never heard of Sindman-Kramer. In all the AS I have, I've never seen the guy's name (altho he may have been earlier than my fiile covers) and in FFM (and I have all of them, plus the fact that I "know" them) I've never seen his name. In TWS and SS of which I have most, sitll no Kramer (or Sindman; I never can figure which is the real name in this alias biz! Thick, ain't I?) (Okay, so it's Kramer!) The only Kramer I've known in stfictiondom is Frank Kramer, he of the awkward ink-pen, he of the horrible pen-scribbles in ASF (and other mags). (Compare page 22 of the May ish with page 22 of the April ish; it may shed light on your problem.)) ____________________ _____________________ STF BROADCASTS AGAIN! (continued from Page 4) The loud but incredibly clear tones of a golden, alien voice burst from every operating loudspeaker on Earth, completely engulfing all other programs on the airwaves. Most of the listeners to the Great STF Broacast of John Upperberth and the NFFF thought the message was part of the program, perhaps a pickup from the Mars-rocket itself -- but in Washington, in London, in Moscow, in numerous Army and Navy labs, stations and radio posts, as well as in other nations, the radio monitors didn't just listen. Wire recorders were snapped on, radio direction finders began to twist their loop antennae, and the webwork of the continental radar defense system began a frenzied scanning of the sky. ...DO NOT BE ALARMED, SOL THREE...WE ARE HERE FOR PEACEFUL REASONS...THIS IS NOT AN ATTACK OF ANY SORT...WE ARE A RACE ALIEN TO YOUR SOLAR SYSTEM, AND WISH TO CONTACT YOU FOR THE MOST IMPORTANT EVENT IN THE HISTORY OF YOUR WORLD... [image: head in profile of an upright alien facing left, reminicent of a point-eared mouse, with bulging black eye visible.] The beings in shining armor, whose bubble-ship was now hovering only a few thousand miles from Terra's surface, had no with to become victims of some unsuspected defense weapon of a trigger-happy semibarbarian race. Better to risk throwing the whole emotional planet into panic than to be shot first and questioned later. ...WE WISH TO CONFER IMMEDIATELY WITH HEADS OF GOVERNMENT OF ALL NATIONS ON EARTH...WE LEAVE IT TO YOU TO SELECT THE SITE AND TO ARRANGE THIS MEETING...CONTACT US WHEN YOU ARE ASSEMBLED...USE ANY WAVELENGTH IN THE AUDIO BAND.... And so sent the voices from out of the night of space, turning the world into a semi-frightened camp of scampering ants. Not a government on Earth really believed the speakers. Obviously it was the ruse of an enemy country -- but their frantic cabinet meetings and military staff (23)
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by mineself?) ((I do leave a lot out of most letters printed in QS? -- else this would be a letterzine, I'm afraid. My general policy is to leave in the parts which (a) will be of general interest, or (b) might touch off a nice vicious feud. So far, no one's offered to feud about the way I cut letters.)) And here is where this novel shall end. I swear it!! WALLY WEBER ________________ ((Cutting back to Ed Cox's letter -- boy, are we hashing this column up this month!)): Gregg's Problem sounds as fishy as "The Aphrodite Project" to me. Not to mention the (good) ending being unlikely (stfan that I am I'll have to see it first!), I've never heard of Sindman-Kramer. In all the AS I have, I've never seen the guy's name (altho he may have been earlier than my fiile covers) and in FFM (and I have all of them, plus the fact that I "know" them) I've never seen his name. In TWS and SS of which I have most, sitll no Kramer (or Sindman; I never can figure which is the real name in this alias biz! Thick, ain't I?) (Okay, so it's Kramer!) The only Kramer I've known in stfictiondom is Frank Kramer, he of the awkward ink-pen, he of the horrible pen-scribbles in ASF (and other mags). (Compare page 22 of the May ish with page 22 of the April ish; it may shed light on your problem.)) ____________________ _____________________ STF BROADCASTS AGAIN! (continued from Page 4) The loud but incredibly clear tones of a golden, alien voice burst from every operating loudspeaker on Earth, completely engulfing all other programs on the airwaves. Most of the listeners to the Great STF Broacast of John Upperberth and the NFFF thought the message was part of the program, perhaps a pickup from the Mars-rocket itself -- but in Washington, in London, in Moscow, in numerous Army and Navy labs, stations and radio posts, as well as in other nations, the radio monitors didn't just listen. Wire recorders were snapped on, radio direction finders began to twist their loop antennae, and the webwork of the continental radar defense system began a frenzied scanning of the sky. ...DO NOT BE ALARMED, SOL THREE...WE ARE HERE FOR PEACEFUL REASONS...THIS IS NOT AN ATTACK OF ANY SORT...WE ARE A RACE ALIEN TO YOUR SOLAR SYSTEM, AND WISH TO CONTACT YOU FOR THE MOST IMPORTANT EVENT IN THE HISTORY OF YOUR WORLD... [image: head in profile of an upright alien facing left, reminicent of a point-eared mouse, with bulging black eye visible.] The beings in shining armor, whose bubble-ship was now hovering only a few thousand miles from Terra's surface, had no with to become victims of some unsuspected defense weapon of a trigger-happy semibarbarian race. Better to risk throwing the whole emotional planet into panic than to be shot first and questioned later. ...WE WISH TO CONFER IMMEDIATELY WITH HEADS OF GOVERNMENT OF ALL NATIONS ON EARTH...WE LEAVE IT TO YOU TO SELECT THE SITE AND TO ARRANGE THIS MEETING...CONTACT US WHEN YOU ARE ASSEMBLED...USE ANY WAVELENGTH IN THE AUDIO BAND.... And so sent the voices from out of the night of space, turning the world into a semi-frightened camp of scampering ants. Not a government on Earth really believed the speakers. Obviously it was the ruse of an enemy country -- but their frantic cabinet meetings and military staff (23)
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