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Atres Artes, v. 1, issue 3, 1946

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shoes and threateningly approach me. The spokesman of the first group came to my rescue just in time. He shouted a few harsh words and the new gang retreated a few steps. Then the leader said in a solemn voice, "Me be your boy --they go!"

"Hmm," I thought, "this is going to cost me." I didn't wait too long to answer. The boys didn't appear either patient or understanding.

"One rupee -- pay now!" he demanded, heighting his demand with a stiff out streached hand.

"Okay," I grimaced, and handed him the money, careful not to display more than one rupee. The other boys dissapeared as quickly as they had appeared.

"Me be your guide" he said triumphantly, as we walked down the street towards the bazzars. Several times we were accosted by sim-ilar groups of boys, but my boy, young Capone, had his men well or-ganized, and at a sharp command from him, they slunk off in the sha-dows.

I decided that never again would I wander about on the isolated streets of an Indain city by myself.

The big surprise came when my boy and I reached the bazzars. On parting, he grinned and said in perfect English, "Some racket, huh?"

THE END
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Fantasy Article "Fans" By Kent Bone

Some people ready STF magazines with no knowledge whatsoever of and science. They read the magazine simply because it is another pulp. From the mag they expect the adventure of the western pulps, the romance and sluch of the love pulps, and a little dab of the science thrown in, which they sometimes get. They skim through the pages with little interest in the plot and care nothing about the quality, if there is any, of the writing. If this kind of reader keeps read-ing the mags, they do so only because they are what they are, pulps. Usually they don't get beyond their first issue of a mag that is of the quality of ASTOUNDING.

Then thier is the individual who revels in seeing his name in print, in one of those lovely publications called the pulps. They buy the mag just for the heck of it and discover the letter columns. They think, "Whoopee!!!, Here's another place to get my name into print!!" If thier first letter, which begins, "This is my first letter to a magazine, etc." is succesful, said individual floods all the mags with long letters. These are most generally the most hack-ish and uninteresting drivel ever written. They buy the mag solely to see thier name in print. After a few months of this, the editors become nauseated with these putrid missives and stop printing them. Then the discussed individual, seeing his neglected state, drops out of what he though whas the spotlight.

Finally their is the true fan, who may enter fandom in various ways. I became acquainted with science-fiction when my brother brought some old Amazings from the local YMCA, I bought some more old mags, and wrote to Captain Future. Upon seeing my letter, Henry Elsner, organizer and president of the now defunct SASFA, invited me to join his organization. He has since informed me that he traded some comic books for a mag. Other persons become fen upon being lent mags or books by a friend. A true fan is one who takes an ac-tive part in Fandom for years, writing to other fen,, sending articles to fanzin e editors, or perhaps publishing their own fanzine. A true fan obtains enjoyment and interest from his hobby, SCIENCE-FICTION.

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shoes and threateningly approach me. The spokesman of the first group came to my rescue just in time. He shouted a few harsh words and the new gang retreated a few steps. Then the leader said in a solemn voice, "Me be your boy --they go!" "Hmm," I thought, "this is going to cost me." I didn't wait too long to answer. The boys didn't appear either patient or understanding. "One rupee -- pay now!" he demanded, heighting his demand with a stiff out streached hand. "Okay," I grimaced, and handed him the money, careful not to display more than one rupee. The other boys dissapeared as quickly as they had appeared. "Me be your guide" he said triumphantly, as we walked down the street towards the bazzars. Several times we were accosted by sim-ilar groups of boys, but my boy, young Capone, had his men well or-ganized, and at a sharp command from him, they slunk off in the sha-dows. I decided that never again would I wander about on the isolated streets of an Indain city by myself. The big surprise came when my boy and I reached the bazzars. On parting, he grinned and said in perfect English, "Some racket, huh?" THE END ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fantasy Article "Fans" By Kent Bone Some people ready STF magazines with no knowledge whatsoever of and science. They read the magazine simply because it is another pulp. From the mag they expect the adventure of the western pulps, the romance and sluch of the love pulps, and a little dab of the science thrown in, which they sometimes get. They skim through the pages with little interest in the plot and care nothing about the quality, if there is any, of the writing. If this kind of reader keeps read-ing the mags, they do so only because they are what they are, pulps. Usually they don't get beyond their first issue of a mag that is of the quality of ASTOUNDING. Then thier is the individual who revels in seeing his name in print, in one of those lovely publications called the pulps. They buy the mag just for the heck of it and discover the letter columns. They think, "Whoopee!!!, Here's another place to get my name into print!!" If thier first letter, which begins, "This is my first letter to a magazine, etc." is succesful, said individual floods all the mags with long letters. These are most generally the most hack-ish and uninteresting drivel ever written. They buy the mag solely to see thier name in print. After a few months of this, the editors become nauseated with these putrid missives and stop printing them. Then the discussed individual, seeing his neglected state, drops out of what he though whas the spotlight. Finally their is the true fan, who may enter fandom in various ways. I became acquainted with science-fiction when my brother brought some old Amazings from the local YMCA, I bought some more old mags, and wrote to Captain Future. Upon seeing my letter, Henry Elsner, organizer and president of the now defunct SASFA, invited me to join his organization. He has since informed me that he traded some comic books for a mag. Other persons become fen upon being lent mags or books by a friend. A true fan is one who takes an ac-tive part in Fandom for years, writing to other fen,, sending articles to fanzin e editors, or perhaps publishing their own fanzine. A true fan obtains enjoyment and interest from his hobby, SCIENCE-FICTION.