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Fanzine Digest, v. 1, issue 1, April 1942
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[Lytte? Sytte?] ECLIPSE: FEBRUARY 1942 The Fan Takes a Wife --Bob Tucker-- (Tis Spring---any Spring, of any year:) When I saw her for the first time I forgot my manners and stared. Gee, what a woman--she was a seven sector call-out! Her lines were trim as a Paul rocket ship--Gosh, if I could only meet her. Should I walk over and introduce myself Well, why not? She reminded me of Beatrice in "The Sun Makers"---no, that's wrong; let me see now, that was Ilona in that yearn--or was Ilona the heroine of "Venus or Earth?" Gee, I wish I could remember. I went to meet this walking sunburst. Well, anyway, she was like a fire princess out of a Merritt-tale. Now to meet her. Hey! Where did she go? (Tis Summer---any Summer, of the same year, naturally): When I saw her the second time I was swimming, as so was she. Taking matters in my hands I dived, and came up beside her. I smiled and said: "Gee, I'm glad I met you. My name's Joe Fan. I've been watching you swim. You're just like Ilona in "The Venus Invaders" She stared at men startled. And said: "I got that! Who is this Ilona?" "Why," I answered, "Ilona is a princess of the flesh-women of Venus." This water hurt my black eye so I went in and dried myself presently. Women are funny, I guess. They don't like to be compared with other women. (Tis Autumn--any Autumn, just so it is the Autumn that follows the above Summer, which in turn follows the above Spring:) Imagine my surprise to meet her again at a dance late in the year. I rushed over to her, thumped her partner on the back, and cut in. She gave me a star. "Ghod, the fish peddler!" and missed two steps. "Look," I said, "Sit this one out with me, and I'll explain everything." She consented, and we sat down. WAVELENGTH: WINTER 1942 House of Clay --Bryon Herbert Reece-- This house of clay I call my body stands Too near the road where travelers pass and call For bread and meat, and eat with greedy hands Till they are full, and I have none at all And many times when purple shadows fall They come unasked and will not be denied Their sleep; so I must give them room and hall And go myself and sleep on the outside. A house divided shall not stand, they say. So how shall this, my house, fall not asunder That keeps beneath its roof the priest and whore? I think that I shall enter it some day And sweep it clean of its dejected plunder And quietly draw the blinds and bolt the door.
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[Lytte? Sytte?] ECLIPSE: FEBRUARY 1942 The Fan Takes a Wife --Bob Tucker-- (Tis Spring---any Spring, of any year:) When I saw her for the first time I forgot my manners and stared. Gee, what a woman--she was a seven sector call-out! Her lines were trim as a Paul rocket ship--Gosh, if I could only meet her. Should I walk over and introduce myself Well, why not? She reminded me of Beatrice in "The Sun Makers"---no, that's wrong; let me see now, that was Ilona in that yearn--or was Ilona the heroine of "Venus or Earth?" Gee, I wish I could remember. I went to meet this walking sunburst. Well, anyway, she was like a fire princess out of a Merritt-tale. Now to meet her. Hey! Where did she go? (Tis Summer---any Summer, of the same year, naturally): When I saw her the second time I was swimming, as so was she. Taking matters in my hands I dived, and came up beside her. I smiled and said: "Gee, I'm glad I met you. My name's Joe Fan. I've been watching you swim. You're just like Ilona in "The Venus Invaders" She stared at men startled. And said: "I got that! Who is this Ilona?" "Why," I answered, "Ilona is a princess of the flesh-women of Venus." This water hurt my black eye so I went in and dried myself presently. Women are funny, I guess. They don't like to be compared with other women. (Tis Autumn--any Autumn, just so it is the Autumn that follows the above Summer, which in turn follows the above Spring:) Imagine my surprise to meet her again at a dance late in the year. I rushed over to her, thumped her partner on the back, and cut in. She gave me a star. "Ghod, the fish peddler!" and missed two steps. "Look," I said, "Sit this one out with me, and I'll explain everything." She consented, and we sat down. WAVELENGTH: WINTER 1942 House of Clay --Bryon Herbert Reece-- This house of clay I call my body stands Too near the road where travelers pass and call For bread and meat, and eat with greedy hands Till they are full, and I have none at all And many times when purple shadows fall They come unasked and will not be denied Their sleep; so I must give them room and hall And go myself and sleep on the outside. A house divided shall not stand, they say. So how shall this, my house, fall not asunder That keeps beneath its roof the priest and whore? I think that I shall enter it some day And sweep it clean of its dejected plunder And quietly draw the blinds and bolt the door.
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