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Fan Slants, v. 1, issue 1, September 1943

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Then the others began to arrive, too thick and fast for me to take personal note (curse my infernal head) or remeber all the names. James R. Wiggins who gave the im-pression of being flat and wide; Peter Hawkins and a freind who arrived on bicycles, Gordon Hornblow, editor of Cosmic Cuts; Thomas Bullit, Physicist, and slient; and some others beyond my meager m emory which is again cursed. Due to visitations (?) E. Frank Parker, who I had hoped most exceedingly to see, was not present.

And so with these forces gathered about us we hit for the hills, and after a ple-asant stroll thru the afternoon sun to a wooded hillock, we settled in the grass for a bite of luncheon. After the fashion of fans we talked about fandom, and things in general. After the repast pictures were taken some 60 feet of movie film as well as snaps. As Hornblow, who had the movie camera, was none to familiar with its idios-incricies, great fun was had by all in the process of filming. There was a great re-enactmen of the scene at the traffic lights where the American fan was met byAnglo-fandom, and much effort was spent trying to capture the image of the feminine member of the group as she flitted hither and yon chasing butterflies and whatnot. Seems there was much doubt as to where the end of the film was. Untill developed the act-ual contwents of the reel will be one of the major mysteries of the day.

The first to depart from the gay party was a member of his Majesty's Navy who was forced to answer the call of train scheduals. Soon after, the rest of us trick-led slowly back to the metropolis where the majority of the party, Aiken, Wilmorth, Holbrow, Murray, and Bullit among them, retired to the Sighn of The Running Horsetc quench a burning thirst. As evening of discusion follow ed, as we gathered abouttthe jolly table therein whit mugs in hand.

The hours passed and the group slowly dispersed, untill the few remaining saw me to my birth at the YMCA via the bus to Kingston, which arrangement had been madepreviously by Parker, who lives in Teddington, some two miles from the center of Kings-ton. I had intended to pay Frank an evening visit, but because of the late hour and the potency of the bitters inbibed, i forsook this paln for the arms of Morpheus.

The next morning saw me again dashing madly accross London on the Underground to entrain for Plumstead and the Carnell residence. After some slight misadventure resulting from misdirections of an English character, I arrived at Plumstead station and followed the intricate instructions of Mrs. Irnn to the doorstep of the aforemen-tioned residence at which spot in space Irene and both arrived at simotaniously, she from one end of the street and I from the other. After being tea-ed by theresident Mrs. Carnells, I was shown into the s tudy of Ted, wherin lies his collection. Do you rember that Astounding cover for the story, "Tomorrow"? Wellit is entombed in thelit-tle study in the suburb of Plumstead. There is a fair collection of mags, and an excellent fan mag shelf, as well as several origonals on the walls. Alsoscattered about the likeness of the Ackerman plan. Forrie, being the dispenser ofof mags to these stf-starved people, has rather endeared himself to them. I think that if he knew how these people appreciate him, he would be most excellently repaid for the time and trouble he has given the project. 

And so ends the epic of the first fan journey in England by this Shan-gri-lanian so far from the palms and the LASFS. But remember, in the near future, GUS WILMORTH RIDES AGAIN. Don't miss this tale of adventures across the sea. A new and exciting adventure of American fadom invading the far corners of the earth.

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20....................................................................Fan Slants Then the others began to arrive, too thick and fast for me to take personal note (curse my infernal head) or remeber all the names. James R. Wiggins who gave the im-pression of being flat and wide; Peter Hawkins and a freind who arrived on bicycles, Gordon Hornblow, editor of Cosmic Cuts; Thomas Bullit, Physicist, and slient; and some others beyond my meager m emory which is again cursed. Due to visitations (?) E. Frank Parker, who I had hoped most exceedingly to see, was not present. And so with these forces gathered about us we hit for the hills, and after a ple-asant stroll thru the afternoon sun to a wooded hillock, we settled in the grass for a bite of luncheon. After the fashion of fans we talked about fandom, and things in general. After the repast pictures were taken some 60 feet of movie film as well as snaps. As Hornblow, who had the movie camera, was none to familiar with its idios-incricies, great fun was had by all in the process of filming. There was a great re-enactmen of the scene at the traffic lights where the American fan was met byAnglo-fandom, and much effort was spent trying to capture the image of the feminine member of the group as she flitted hither and yon chasing butterflies and whatnot. Seems there was much doubt as to where the end of the film was. Untill developed the act-ual contwents of the reel will be one of the major mysteries of the day. The first to depart from the gay party was a member of his Majesty's Navy who was forced to answer the call of train scheduals. Soon after, the rest of us trick-led slowly back to the metropolis where the majority of the party, Aiken, Wilmorth, Holbrow, Murray, and Bullit among them, retired to the Sighn of The Running Horsetc quench a burning thirst. As evening of discusion follow ed, as we gathered abouttthe jolly table therein whit mugs in hand. The hours passed and the group slowly dispersed, untill the few remaining saw me to my birth at the YMCA via the bus to Kingston, which arrangement had been madepreviously by Parker, who lives in Teddington, some two miles from the center of Kings-ton. I had intended to pay Frank an evening visit, but because of the late hour and the potency of the bitters inbibed, i forsook this paln for the arms of Morpheus. The next morning saw me again dashing madly accross London on the Underground to entrain for Plumstead and the Carnell residence. After some slight misadventure resulting from misdirections of an English character, I arrived at Plumstead station and followed the intricate instructions of Mrs. Irnn to the doorstep of the aforemen-tioned residence at which spot in space Irene and both arrived at simotaniously, she from one end of the street and I from the other. After being tea-ed by theresident Mrs. Carnells, I was shown into the s tudy of Ted, wherin lies his collection. Do you rember that Astounding cover for the story, "Tomorrow"? Wellit is entombed in thelit-tle study in the suburb of Plumstead. There is a fair collection of mags, and an excellent fan mag shelf, as well as several origonals on the walls. Alsoscattered about the likeness of the Ackerman plan. Forrie, being the dispenser ofof mags to these stf-starved people, has rather endeared himself to them. I think that if he knew how these people appreciate him, he would be most excellently repaid for the time and trouble he has given the project. And so ends the epic of the first fan journey in England by this Shan-gri-lanian so far from the palms and the LASFS. But remember, in the near future, GUS WILMORTH RIDES AGAIN. Don't miss this tale of adventures across the sea. A new and exciting adventure of American fadom invading the far corners of the earth.