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Funtasy, v. 1, issue 1, Spring 1939
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FUNTASY Page 4 "I second the motion," came a cat-call from the vicinity of the West Virginia delegation. Peoria tuned it with: "I third it! What shall we name it?" "Why NEW FANDOM, of course," chimed in the Newark gentleman. "And I have already conceived wondrous plans for its existence. I shall be only too happy to include a volume of my works in it, to be given to the natives of the first planet we land on. I..." but the rest of his words were drowned in a tulmult of sound. And then began a jam session! Never such a riot there was as shook NYC that day! Leinster's monsters never made more noise in the old town! That night the convention took up business in the largest jail in the city...,but all that is ancient history. The convention is now over, all delegates have been released. It is on the record to build a spaceship. The name was never officially decided upon. Several delegates wanted to name it after their "sisters", who, they claimed, were avid fans, but for some mysterious reason or other, failed to show up at the convention, nor was never at home in the big city when visiting boys called at their homes. So, the day after the convention closed, the gents trooped home, with plans and blueprints (sponsored by NEW FANDOM) tucked under their arms. Six months hence they were all to meet at a vacant lot out in Hollywood, for the purpose of building Earth's FIRST space-ship! (that is, the first ship since Atlantis and Mu mutated beneath the waves). (This is an AMAZING foto showing six months passing by!) Aha! What a glorious day that was: January 28,1940! Under typical sunny California skies there was a slight dew falling on up-raised umbrellas. By count, there were 819 present. This was six less than the number that attended the convention. Someone explained that those six couldn't find their way across the Hudson, so was not able to attend. Tucked under arms, and in overall pockets were hammers, nails, wood strips of tin, hunks of sheet-iron, some heavy weather-boarding, a steel-I-beam or two and a coupla soldering irons. Ackerman dashed about with a ten-foot tin smoke-stack on his shoulder, declaring that he was ship's cook. He explained they had to have something to blow the smoke out into space; the pipe was to take care of this. The gentleman from Peoria showed up with a painted sign, to nail to the bow. This raised quite a ruckus, when it was discovered the sign read: "Nancy Que," but he explained: "Nancy Que is the name of my...'er sister." This satisfied everyone except the LASFD members, who looked with suspicion on the Peoria gentleman. Two of them were then soon to sneak off. The gentleman from Newark drove the first nail. Grandstanding grandly, he slapped a board into place, pushed a nail half way in with his bare hands, and swung a mighty wallop with his hammer. He hit his thumb. For a few seconds the air was blue with atomic flame! However, delegate Bradbury, his mind working at nimble speed, grabbed a discarded milk bottle and dashed about the lot chasing the flames, bottling them up. "We'll need them later," he explained smilingly to the astonished onlookers. "They otta
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FUNTASY Page 4 "I second the motion," came a cat-call from the vicinity of the West Virginia delegation. Peoria tuned it with: "I third it! What shall we name it?" "Why NEW FANDOM, of course," chimed in the Newark gentleman. "And I have already conceived wondrous plans for its existence. I shall be only too happy to include a volume of my works in it, to be given to the natives of the first planet we land on. I..." but the rest of his words were drowned in a tulmult of sound. And then began a jam session! Never such a riot there was as shook NYC that day! Leinster's monsters never made more noise in the old town! That night the convention took up business in the largest jail in the city...,but all that is ancient history. The convention is now over, all delegates have been released. It is on the record to build a spaceship. The name was never officially decided upon. Several delegates wanted to name it after their "sisters", who, they claimed, were avid fans, but for some mysterious reason or other, failed to show up at the convention, nor was never at home in the big city when visiting boys called at their homes. So, the day after the convention closed, the gents trooped home, with plans and blueprints (sponsored by NEW FANDOM) tucked under their arms. Six months hence they were all to meet at a vacant lot out in Hollywood, for the purpose of building Earth's FIRST space-ship! (that is, the first ship since Atlantis and Mu mutated beneath the waves). (This is an AMAZING foto showing six months passing by!) Aha! What a glorious day that was: January 28,1940! Under typical sunny California skies there was a slight dew falling on up-raised umbrellas. By count, there were 819 present. This was six less than the number that attended the convention. Someone explained that those six couldn't find their way across the Hudson, so was not able to attend. Tucked under arms, and in overall pockets were hammers, nails, wood strips of tin, hunks of sheet-iron, some heavy weather-boarding, a steel-I-beam or two and a coupla soldering irons. Ackerman dashed about with a ten-foot tin smoke-stack on his shoulder, declaring that he was ship's cook. He explained they had to have something to blow the smoke out into space; the pipe was to take care of this. The gentleman from Peoria showed up with a painted sign, to nail to the bow. This raised quite a ruckus, when it was discovered the sign read: "Nancy Que," but he explained: "Nancy Que is the name of my...'er sister." This satisfied everyone except the LASFD members, who looked with suspicion on the Peoria gentleman. Two of them were then soon to sneak off. The gentleman from Newark drove the first nail. Grandstanding grandly, he slapped a board into place, pushed a nail half way in with his bare hands, and swung a mighty wallop with his hammer. He hit his thumb. For a few seconds the air was blue with atomic flame! However, delegate Bradbury, his mind working at nimble speed, grabbed a discarded milk bottle and dashed about the lot chasing the flames, bottling them up. "We'll need them later," he explained smilingly to the astonished onlookers. "They otta
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