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Funtasy, v. 1, issue 1, Spring 1939
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FUNTASY Page 16, 17, 18, 19 ing a child there is no Santa Claus. "Ahem. Er-ah; I'm afraid you're are in for a little disappointment. You see, you can't teach us anything about science-fiction!--For, I think that we know everything that's to be known about it!!" -Fourth Swallow- It was my turn to be awed! It seemed incredible! But then the light dawned upon me--this must be a science-fiction convention. I asked the same.... "Yes, you've guessed correctly. It is a science-fiction convention--and for a very definite purpose, too. Yes, a very definite purpose," he added with a sinister leer. "But let me introduce myself. I am Jak-47, D. Sfn., B. Sfn., Chief of the Bureau for the Prevention of Malignant Influences, Director of the World Science-Fiction Congress, editor of VOX FANDOM, FUTURE FICTION, and AMAZING SCIENCE TALES. And you?" "Me? I'm Jim Avery, editor of FUNTASY!!" "Hmm. FUNTSAY? That's a new one to me. Where did you say you were from, my friend?" "I didn't say, but I'll tell you. I'm from Skowhegan, Maine. Haven't you ever heard of me?" I never was one for being modest. "I've just come here to look for some under-ground monsters, but you don't seem to be the gentlemen I'm looking for. You haven't seen any have you?" I queried. "Seen what? Whom? When? Say, where did you say you were from? And what's in that bag you've got with you? And from the way you appeared at this convention, you look mighty suspicious to me!" "Yeah, he may be a pro, mark my words!" the sour-pussed guy in front piped up again. "A what?" I croacked. "Oh well, let me show you some of the swell magazines I brought with me." I reached deep into the bundle and withdrew a well-known magazine. "This is ASTOUNDING SCIENCE FICTION," I announced proudly, holding it for all to see. There were a few more 'ohs' and 'aha' and someone snatched it out of my hand. I made another grab and brought up the latest copies of MARVEL and DYNAMIC, These, too, were snatched away from me by the excited crowd in the hall. TWS, AMAZING, and SCIENCE --FICTION--all met the same fate. There were smiles on the faces of all the fans gathered there as they thumbed rapidly through my magazines. On the following dive, my hand closed over a thin magazine whose size, paper, and title, proclaimed it to be FANTA-SCIENCE DIGEST. "And here is a fan mag!" I shouted. The words had hardly been uttered before the multitude of bright faces grew dark and the excited, happy babble of the moment before turned to dark mutterings. Not understanding, their changed attitudes, I again displayed another fan magazine; this time, SPACEWAYS. The muttering increased. An ominous black cloud over-shadowed the whole expensive auditorium. Something large and heavy whizzed past my ear. I turned just in time to see a thick magazine tear through the canvas drop at the back. Another, almost as bulky, dropped with a thud at my feet. Gazing down, I saw a lurid cover on which were the amazing enough words, THE FAN! In terror , I turned to Jack-47
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FUNTASY Page 16, 17, 18, 19 ing a child there is no Santa Claus. "Ahem. Er-ah; I'm afraid you're are in for a little disappointment. You see, you can't teach us anything about science-fiction!--For, I think that we know everything that's to be known about it!!" -Fourth Swallow- It was my turn to be awed! It seemed incredible! But then the light dawned upon me--this must be a science-fiction convention. I asked the same.... "Yes, you've guessed correctly. It is a science-fiction convention--and for a very definite purpose, too. Yes, a very definite purpose," he added with a sinister leer. "But let me introduce myself. I am Jak-47, D. Sfn., B. Sfn., Chief of the Bureau for the Prevention of Malignant Influences, Director of the World Science-Fiction Congress, editor of VOX FANDOM, FUTURE FICTION, and AMAZING SCIENCE TALES. And you?" "Me? I'm Jim Avery, editor of FUNTASY!!" "Hmm. FUNTSAY? That's a new one to me. Where did you say you were from, my friend?" "I didn't say, but I'll tell you. I'm from Skowhegan, Maine. Haven't you ever heard of me?" I never was one for being modest. "I've just come here to look for some under-ground monsters, but you don't seem to be the gentlemen I'm looking for. You haven't seen any have you?" I queried. "Seen what? Whom? When? Say, where did you say you were from? And what's in that bag you've got with you? And from the way you appeared at this convention, you look mighty suspicious to me!" "Yeah, he may be a pro, mark my words!" the sour-pussed guy in front piped up again. "A what?" I croacked. "Oh well, let me show you some of the swell magazines I brought with me." I reached deep into the bundle and withdrew a well-known magazine. "This is ASTOUNDING SCIENCE FICTION," I announced proudly, holding it for all to see. There were a few more 'ohs' and 'aha' and someone snatched it out of my hand. I made another grab and brought up the latest copies of MARVEL and DYNAMIC, These, too, were snatched away from me by the excited crowd in the hall. TWS, AMAZING, and SCIENCE --FICTION--all met the same fate. There were smiles on the faces of all the fans gathered there as they thumbed rapidly through my magazines. On the following dive, my hand closed over a thin magazine whose size, paper, and title, proclaimed it to be FANTA-SCIENCE DIGEST. "And here is a fan mag!" I shouted. The words had hardly been uttered before the multitude of bright faces grew dark and the excited, happy babble of the moment before turned to dark mutterings. Not understanding, their changed attitudes, I again displayed another fan magazine; this time, SPACEWAYS. The muttering increased. An ominous black cloud over-shadowed the whole expensive auditorium. Something large and heavy whizzed past my ear. I turned just in time to see a thick magazine tear through the canvas drop at the back. Another, almost as bulky, dropped with a thud at my feet. Gazing down, I saw a lurid cover on which were the amazing enough words, THE FAN! In terror , I turned to Jack-47
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