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Fanzine Digest, v. 1, issue 1, April 1942
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Lytte ye aughte BONFIRE: FEBRUARY 1942 from the Constitution of NFFF Article II. Purpose. The purpose of the NFFF shall be: To unite all local and solitary fans into a single organization. To ... prevent local groups or cliques from exerting disproportionate influence on fandom. To sponsor and help finance worthy fan projects... To better conditions within fandom and the stf. and fantasy field, by speaking approval or disapproval of outstanding conditions in a strong and united voice..... To encourage and promote the growth of local global and sectional federations and to cooperate with and assist the said organizations whenever possible. To formulate and put into effect all possible activities of present and future benefit to fandom. * * * * SARDONYX: SPRING 1942 Yellow Leaves --T. R. Hollcroft jr.-- Songs once heard are heard again With first hearing laden; Be it joy they brushed or pain, Be it man or maiden. Down the years they bear off now Memories for freighting, Sunset in their sails; at prow Lanthorns of long waiting. Raindrops in the dark to one, Hugh to hearts together; This man loves an April sun, That, wild ocean weather. Then you said it yesterday, Yellow leaves wore sorrow; Yellow leaves will always say 'There is no tomorrow.' * * * * * SCI-FIC VARIETY: MARCH 1942 --Bob Tucker-- The doldrums hit us. You know what they are. You are undergoing the malady known as the "fangs doldrums" when: (1) you leisurely amble to the post office, open the little door, and extract several letters and fanzines therefore, exclaiming "oh, some mail, eh?" in a tepid voice. (2) the fanzines are brightly colored and include several items of material by or concerning you, and you say, "oh, there's my name" in very bored tones. (3) you open the mail, slowly read it, file it and go out for a beer. That is the doldrums. We had 'em. We've still got 'em. They hit us every so many years, altho their smaller counterpart, the semi-doldrums, visits our typewriter each Spring. Perhaps you know them. You don't want to do nothin' except prove the theory of the Tse-Tse fly, look at picture books, look at girls, idly wonder where you can pick up a bit of change, speculate on ten and fifteen cent beers, sleep, stare at people passing, and continue to file incoming letters away in the desk to be "answered sometime." That's us. So now YOU know why YOU haven't had a letter from us since last (winter) (autumn) (summer)..... * * * * JINX: MARCH 1942 Victory --Paul B. Wynburn-- O death You bore away The thing for which I lived, But, Shadow, you must come again For me. * * * *
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Lytte ye aughte BONFIRE: FEBRUARY 1942 from the Constitution of NFFF Article II. Purpose. The purpose of the NFFF shall be: To unite all local and solitary fans into a single organization. To ... prevent local groups or cliques from exerting disproportionate influence on fandom. To sponsor and help finance worthy fan projects... To better conditions within fandom and the stf. and fantasy field, by speaking approval or disapproval of outstanding conditions in a strong and united voice..... To encourage and promote the growth of local global and sectional federations and to cooperate with and assist the said organizations whenever possible. To formulate and put into effect all possible activities of present and future benefit to fandom. * * * * SARDONYX: SPRING 1942 Yellow Leaves --T. R. Hollcroft jr.-- Songs once heard are heard again With first hearing laden; Be it joy they brushed or pain, Be it man or maiden. Down the years they bear off now Memories for freighting, Sunset in their sails; at prow Lanthorns of long waiting. Raindrops in the dark to one, Hugh to hearts together; This man loves an April sun, That, wild ocean weather. Then you said it yesterday, Yellow leaves wore sorrow; Yellow leaves will always say 'There is no tomorrow.' * * * * * SCI-FIC VARIETY: MARCH 1942 --Bob Tucker-- The doldrums hit us. You know what they are. You are undergoing the malady known as the "fangs doldrums" when: (1) you leisurely amble to the post office, open the little door, and extract several letters and fanzines therefore, exclaiming "oh, some mail, eh?" in a tepid voice. (2) the fanzines are brightly colored and include several items of material by or concerning you, and you say, "oh, there's my name" in very bored tones. (3) you open the mail, slowly read it, file it and go out for a beer. That is the doldrums. We had 'em. We've still got 'em. They hit us every so many years, altho their smaller counterpart, the semi-doldrums, visits our typewriter each Spring. Perhaps you know them. You don't want to do nothin' except prove the theory of the Tse-Tse fly, look at picture books, look at girls, idly wonder where you can pick up a bit of change, speculate on ten and fifteen cent beers, sleep, stare at people passing, and continue to file incoming letters away in the desk to be "answered sometime." That's us. So now YOU know why YOU haven't had a letter from us since last (winter) (autumn) (summer)..... * * * * JINX: MARCH 1942 Victory --Paul B. Wynburn-- O death You bore away The thing for which I lived, But, Shadow, you must come again For me. * * * *
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