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Le Zombie, v. 5, issue 1, whole no. 48, July-August 1942
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(6) TRAVEL DEPT Ole Man Evans goes sponging Yes, I sure had a wonderful time on my trip East. Got to New York Sunday morning (May 24), and that afternoon went to Lowndes' apartment, where I met Milty Rothman (he had come down from Philly), Doc Lowndes, damon the demon, Walter Kublilus, Julie Unger and his son Jake, Hannes Bok, (he's a swell guy, even if he was only there about 3 minutes), Jno Michel, Don Wollheim, Bob Studley and Llsie Balter. In the restaurant where we were eating dinner, met Harry Perkins, new editor of Weird T. Next day saw Mary Gnaedinger and John W. Campbell, jr. (also his ast. editor, Catherine Tarrant). Norton was "too busy" to see me (he wrote me later he was sorry); went to Paul's office but hewas not in. Up to Hartford Monday evening where my son and his wife met me, and I had a most delightful time with them. Friday up to Boston and on to Winchester to the Swisher's for the Stranger Club meeting: Widner, Schwartz, Manglesdorf, Davis, Ma and three children. Had a grand gabfest. Saturday, in Boston, met Widner and Schwartz again and we went to Fantasia (the cut version but still plenty good). Then out to Art's house to meet Mrs Widner, and John W. Bell, who was there too. Had a quick supper and had to rush to catch the last train back to Hartford. Sunday afternoon back in New York again, and on the train that evening. I got back home early Monday morning in time to change clothes and go to work. A VISIT TO TUCKERS (I get rooked again!) Walt Liebscher -Walter Liebscher goes sponging The card arrived. Twas simple but sweet. "Glad you have Memorial Day off. Come down, will await with open arms. Signed Tuck." So I packed my xixtchel pods, gas mask (Pong's Palace has unusual odors-- the leftovers of slandwiches consumed during his literary fiascos), and my traveling safe-- the latter to guard against Pong's harmless but nevertheless atrocious pilferings. Arrived I in the little hamlet of Bloomington and toddled over to the theater booth. First nightmare that met my eyes was Tucker peeping thru a slot, drooling, and emitting strange snorts and sneezes. Anxiously, I peeped to see what was what. They were playing screeno. I noticed one lady with about fifty cards who was winning quite frequently. Evertime she won another prize Tucker would drool a bucketful. "Zounds!" I cried, "who's that bag bankrupting the house and why are U so interested "Why--," Tuck said innocently, "that's me wife. Don't you think the disguise is good? Dribbledrawers over there (pointing to the other operator) is fixing it so she wins every prize but one. I stole the cards t'other night when the manager went to supper." "Why not win all the prizes?" I asked then. "Oh," he said seriously, "we leave enough so I can get paid Saturday." "By the way," he hissed a moment later, "what did you bring me? Have U any money on you? Say, chum, Janie swiped all my change, will you go to the saloon next door and ge me some cigarets, New Marijuanas, kingsize, the latest issues of all the promags and a couple of dirty books? I'll pay you back when I sell my next story to Amazing." While I was down there I stopped to ear. I knew what would be offered to a starving fan at the Tucker home. About enough to fill a hollow tooth.
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(6) TRAVEL DEPT Ole Man Evans goes sponging Yes, I sure had a wonderful time on my trip East. Got to New York Sunday morning (May 24), and that afternoon went to Lowndes' apartment, where I met Milty Rothman (he had come down from Philly), Doc Lowndes, damon the demon, Walter Kublilus, Julie Unger and his son Jake, Hannes Bok, (he's a swell guy, even if he was only there about 3 minutes), Jno Michel, Don Wollheim, Bob Studley and Llsie Balter. In the restaurant where we were eating dinner, met Harry Perkins, new editor of Weird T. Next day saw Mary Gnaedinger and John W. Campbell, jr. (also his ast. editor, Catherine Tarrant). Norton was "too busy" to see me (he wrote me later he was sorry); went to Paul's office but hewas not in. Up to Hartford Monday evening where my son and his wife met me, and I had a most delightful time with them. Friday up to Boston and on to Winchester to the Swisher's for the Stranger Club meeting: Widner, Schwartz, Manglesdorf, Davis, Ma and three children. Had a grand gabfest. Saturday, in Boston, met Widner and Schwartz again and we went to Fantasia (the cut version but still plenty good). Then out to Art's house to meet Mrs Widner, and John W. Bell, who was there too. Had a quick supper and had to rush to catch the last train back to Hartford. Sunday afternoon back in New York again, and on the train that evening. I got back home early Monday morning in time to change clothes and go to work. A VISIT TO TUCKERS (I get rooked again!) Walt Liebscher -Walter Liebscher goes sponging The card arrived. Twas simple but sweet. "Glad you have Memorial Day off. Come down, will await with open arms. Signed Tuck." So I packed my xixtchel pods, gas mask (Pong's Palace has unusual odors-- the leftovers of slandwiches consumed during his literary fiascos), and my traveling safe-- the latter to guard against Pong's harmless but nevertheless atrocious pilferings. Arrived I in the little hamlet of Bloomington and toddled over to the theater booth. First nightmare that met my eyes was Tucker peeping thru a slot, drooling, and emitting strange snorts and sneezes. Anxiously, I peeped to see what was what. They were playing screeno. I noticed one lady with about fifty cards who was winning quite frequently. Evertime she won another prize Tucker would drool a bucketful. "Zounds!" I cried, "who's that bag bankrupting the house and why are U so interested "Why--," Tuck said innocently, "that's me wife. Don't you think the disguise is good? Dribbledrawers over there (pointing to the other operator) is fixing it so she wins every prize but one. I stole the cards t'other night when the manager went to supper." "Why not win all the prizes?" I asked then. "Oh," he said seriously, "we leave enough so I can get paid Saturday." "By the way," he hissed a moment later, "what did you bring me? Have U any money on you? Say, chum, Janie swiped all my change, will you go to the saloon next door and ge me some cigarets, New Marijuanas, kingsize, the latest issues of all the promags and a couple of dirty books? I'll pay you back when I sell my next story to Amazing." While I was down there I stopped to ear. I knew what would be offered to a starving fan at the Tucker home. About enough to fill a hollow tooth.
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