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Fantasy Amateur, v. 3, issue 4, July 1945

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OFFICIAL EDITOR'S MESSAGE
Nope, this mailing didn't appear on time either.  In the 1st place it would have taken an infinite amount of effort and work to get it out on time.  Bah, said we.  Let 'em wait.  So you waited.

Our proposed trip to LA has fallen through.  Fallen through, at least, as far as fandom is concerned.  Now that Charlie Burbee is drafted and he & I won't be able to get together to put out that one-shot fanzine there isn't much use in my going down.  I've met the people down therem they've met me.  Most of them are pretty damn nice people.  If I do drag this ol' corpse down there for a length of time it will be for the express purpose of soaking up a little sunshine and showing Dolly the town -- not the four dull walls of the LASFS and the miniature golf course.

Since the last OE's report was written when we were in a decidedly Laniac mood, don't take much mind of the cracks tossed your way.  We've broken down, as you all expected us to, and decided to keep SAPPHO in fapa.  Anything to keep activitity requirements, y'kno  Anyway, Searles, Koenig, Laney, Wollheim, Widner, Speer, if you don't like it, you can damn well wipe your nose with it, for all the hoot I care.

And speaking of Speer, I wish my successors the best of luck; even you, Jackie, whom I still painfully regard as being a lousy intellectual and a friend of Honig's.  Maybe someday both Laney and me will be able to plant one on your tomato.

O yes, we were going to NY this summer too.  Well, chums, I mite still go, only the thought of having to bear the unbearable company of Kepner & Saha when I arrived is too much for this weak old heart to stand.  If I do come to NY, it will be in the dead of night when I can get together with Larry & drink that bottle of wine with him, or be invited to a Kidd & Zissman claimbake with out the aforementioned two clams gumming up the wheels of progress, or sit down with Lowndes over the sketches for his NOCTURNE and show him the finer points of mixing gin and grapefruit juice.  Geo is now in NY.  He was lucky.  He got there before they did Damyou, Ebey!

And that winds up my short term.  Thank Christ it didn't last an eternity, plus six months, but it was long enough to grow three gray hairs and secure for me a bald spot.  & at my tender years, too!  Apologies to you, Chosef, for turning our such an ungodly messy issue of TWIIGHT ECHOES, but my heart isn't in any kind of fanwork anymore, Joe.  I know that you, above all people, will understand the metamorphis from a {illegible} to a normal human being.  & Laney, if you bang Fortier's mss off to me once again, I'll come down to LA for the express purpose of shoving it down your left nostril.

PS: Ashley makes note of the postage and other expenses as regards fapa.  Let it be know here and now that while I was OE there were no other expenses.  Sure, I'm a glory-hound.  Bye...

Saving...

OFFICIAL EDITOR'S MESSAGE Nope, this mailing didn't appear on time either. In the 1st place it would have taken an infinite amount of effort and work to get it out on time. Bah, said we. Let 'em wait. So you waited. Our proposed trip to LA has fallen through. Fallen through, at least, as far as fandom is concerned. Now that Charlie Burbee is drafted and he & I won't be able to get together to put out that one-shot fanzine there isn't much use in my going down. I've met the people down therem they've met me. Most of them are pretty damn nice people. If I do drag this ol' corpse down there for a length of time it will be for the express purpose of soaking up a little sunshine and showing Dolly the town -- not the four dull walls of the LASFS and the miniature golf course. Since the last OE's report was written when we were in a decidedly Laniac mood, don't take much mind of the cracks tossed your way. We've broken down, as you all expected us to, and decided to keep SAPPHO in fapa. Anything to keep activitity requirements, y'kno Anyway, Searles, Koenig, Laney, Wollheim, Widner, Speer, if you don't like it, you can damn well wipe your nose with it, for all the hoot I care. And speaking of Speer, I wish my successors the best of luck; even you, Jackie, whom I still painfully regard as being a lousy intellectual and a friend of Honig's. Maybe someday both Laney and me will be able to plant one on your tomato. O yes, we were going to NY this summer too. Well, chums, I mite still go, only the thought of having to bear the unbearable company of Kepner & Saha when I arrived is too much for this weak old heart to stand. If I do come to NY, it will be in the dead of night when I can get together with Larry & drink that bottle of wine with him, or be invited to a Kidd & Zissman claimbake with out the aforementioned two clams gumming up the wheels of progress, or sit down with Lowndes over the sketches for his NOCTURNE and show him the finer points of mixing gin and grapefruit juice. Geo is now in NY. He was lucky. He got there before they did Damyou, Ebey! And that winds up my short term. Thank Christ it didn't last an eternity, plus six months, but it was long enough to grow three gray hairs and secure for me a bald spot. & at my tender years, too! Apologies to you, Chosef, for turning our such an ungodly messy issue of TWIIGHT ECHOES, but my heart isn't in any kind of fanwork anymore, Joe. I know that you, above all people, will understand the metamorphis from a {illegible} to a normal human being. & Laney, if you bang Fortier's mss off to me once again, I'll come down to LA for the express purpose of shoving it down your left nostril. PS: Ashley makes note of the postage and other expenses as regards fapa. Let it be know here and now that while I was OE there were no other expenses. Sure, I'm a glory-hound. Bye...