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En Garde, whole no. 4, Winter 1942
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page 12. come to our club and commingle with others of her intelligence; and I wound up by saying that, (in a separate PS) failing all else, when she was free, white and 21 to get in touch with me. She replied confessing all: I'd have to wait until 1950, as she was only 13! ** Fan "D" concluded: "Within a year or eighteen months, I'd not be surprised to find fandom consist of EEEvans, Chavenet, and Morojo -- unless she's not overage for the WAACs or WAVEs ((or WATTs? And already Chauvenet's out -- a shock)). I think the government's been wise in keeping fans in various parts of the country, not letting them concentrate in any one camp. After all, with so much powder lying around, the temptation to build a rocket ship would be terrific." One fa wrote volunteering to "Lay off" me til after the duration. Incidentally, anybody who goes spreading false reports about me while I'm in this warbegone condition, I'm just going to regard as a below-the-belt-hitter, 'cause I very likely shan't have the time to spike such rumors. SILENCE DOES NOT GIVE CONSENT, in my case, so remember that everybody, if you read something shady about me and I don't burst back with a refutation. Finally, fan "E": "Just read your fine letter in FFF, and I cried too, Weaver, I can well appreciate just what such a thing has meant to you, and what a wrench it must have been to your ego-consciousness. Fortunately, you have enough of a cosmic outlook so that it won't permanently damage your mental workings, and I am sure you will come out of it stronger than ever -- even if only because it has made you stop and look at other angles of life for a time." Just before closing, an airmmailletter from Art Widner: "Yhos is extremely happy to note U have adjusted yourself so well (or as well as U have) to army life. Incidentally, since you appear to be better satisfied with your lot, perhaps you would not like that first batch of Weaver's Wrighthings to appear, written when you were so melanchollie and disgruntled." But I said, Go Ahead, they are typical of a certain time; historic; the past can not be repudiated. And, anyway, I'm interested to see what I said! You know, I was going to make this a period during which no photos of me appeared. Originally I intended that no visual record should be made of this distasteful time during my life. But the first leave I got, Freehafer confronted me with a camera, and relatives came over and wanted pix, and before I knew it I was being snapped all over the place, and everybody at the office and around town and then out of town wanted to see the results. ** Then, I was going to wear just exactly what the Gov't issued me, and not embellish my costume any. Came the conflict of doing what I could to look my best. My training has been all toward thinking before acting. Army demands blind, instinctive obedience -- "You are warriors, trained not to think but to do, maybe -- to die!" Uh-huh, that ain't for Weaver, I've lived a life of logic, of fairness and justice, and it riles me to run up against a thing like this: Your bunk must be made in "a military manner". If whoever inspects it doesn't approve, he is empowered to tear it all to pieces and require me to do it over. I came in one night to find my bunk a fright. I'll
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page 12. come to our club and commingle with others of her intelligence; and I wound up by saying that, (in a separate PS) failing all else, when she was free, white and 21 to get in touch with me. She replied confessing all: I'd have to wait until 1950, as she was only 13! ** Fan "D" concluded: "Within a year or eighteen months, I'd not be surprised to find fandom consist of EEEvans, Chavenet, and Morojo -- unless she's not overage for the WAACs or WAVEs ((or WATTs? And already Chauvenet's out -- a shock)). I think the government's been wise in keeping fans in various parts of the country, not letting them concentrate in any one camp. After all, with so much powder lying around, the temptation to build a rocket ship would be terrific." One fa wrote volunteering to "Lay off" me til after the duration. Incidentally, anybody who goes spreading false reports about me while I'm in this warbegone condition, I'm just going to regard as a below-the-belt-hitter, 'cause I very likely shan't have the time to spike such rumors. SILENCE DOES NOT GIVE CONSENT, in my case, so remember that everybody, if you read something shady about me and I don't burst back with a refutation. Finally, fan "E": "Just read your fine letter in FFF, and I cried too, Weaver, I can well appreciate just what such a thing has meant to you, and what a wrench it must have been to your ego-consciousness. Fortunately, you have enough of a cosmic outlook so that it won't permanently damage your mental workings, and I am sure you will come out of it stronger than ever -- even if only because it has made you stop and look at other angles of life for a time." Just before closing, an airmmailletter from Art Widner: "Yhos is extremely happy to note U have adjusted yourself so well (or as well as U have) to army life. Incidentally, since you appear to be better satisfied with your lot, perhaps you would not like that first batch of Weaver's Wrighthings to appear, written when you were so melanchollie and disgruntled." But I said, Go Ahead, they are typical of a certain time; historic; the past can not be repudiated. And, anyway, I'm interested to see what I said! You know, I was going to make this a period during which no photos of me appeared. Originally I intended that no visual record should be made of this distasteful time during my life. But the first leave I got, Freehafer confronted me with a camera, and relatives came over and wanted pix, and before I knew it I was being snapped all over the place, and everybody at the office and around town and then out of town wanted to see the results. ** Then, I was going to wear just exactly what the Gov't issued me, and not embellish my costume any. Came the conflict of doing what I could to look my best. My training has been all toward thinking before acting. Army demands blind, instinctive obedience -- "You are warriors, trained not to think but to do, maybe -- to die!" Uh-huh, that ain't for Weaver, I've lived a life of logic, of fairness and justice, and it riles me to run up against a thing like this: Your bunk must be made in "a military manner". If whoever inspects it doesn't approve, he is empowered to tear it all to pieces and require me to do it over. I came in one night to find my bunk a fright. I'll
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