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IFA Review, August 1940
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Followed an hour of inspection. A complete file of Weird Tales, every magazine that could be thought of. A copy of Lloyd's "Etidorpha" with an enclosed letter from the author. Argosy's bound from 1900 up for years. Excerpts bound by professional book binders. It was breath-taking. As we left Doc's beautiful home, and drove toward his uptown office, I couldn't help admiring the flowers that surround the place. Acres of them, I'd say. In reply to my comments on them, Doc replied, "Another hobby of my wife and myself." There were books at the office, too. Not so much emphasis on fantasy there, but good stuff. The Neptameron, the Decameron, Landsay's Cautious Amorist, and that grandest of all science-fiction books and one which every reader who wishes to be well-read in the fantasy world must read, Merryland by Stretzen. And I mustn't forget the complete works of Rabelais. I departed with reluctance. It had been a happy day and one of the few occasions that a "fan" had lived up to expectations. "Let me know when you can come again," he said as I left, "and I'll make arrangements." And I will, too. Doc's company is like a tonic. And, too, I'll get enough material from his library to make the forthcoming Bibliography pretty complete. -------------------------------- BIOGRAPHICALLY SPEAKING E. J. Harriman He was born in Marion, Ind., on Dec 12, 1912, which makes him some 27 years old. Attended school at Toronto, Canada, and is a graduate of that city's Central Tech. After attending the University of Toronto, he moved back to Marion. For a while he worked as an Analyst, but a streak of bad luck caused him to go to work in several factories for a time. In the meanwhile he had equipped himself with a small laboratory, costing about $250. For about a year and a half, thereafter, he did a number of research jobs, making quite a bit of money, which he spent very easily. Later he joined the Uriner, Nicks Products Co. when they located in Marion. Now is in entire charge of the chemical research and analyzing departments, his critical capacity being Chief Chemist, Research Dept. Is engaged in the creation of various commercial products, which should be rather successful, as he is now expanding the laboratory to 6 times its present size. Offers to give any IFA members who are interested in chemistry any information he may desire at some point. More than this, we do not know. Perhaps, at some future date, Mr. Harrison will forward some more inside "dope". ******************************** DALE TARR VISITS TED DIKTY Last Saturday afternoon (Aug 10) coming home from downtown, I was informed that somebody (male) had been around a couple of times while I was away. "X" said he would be back early that evening. He was. About 7:00 P.M. I heard footsteps on the front porch and then a knock. Hotfooting it to the door I was greeted with the inevitable question, "Are you Ted Dikty?" Verifying this, the meeting continued along conventional lines. My visitor evidently meant to keep me guessing as to his identity. But I confounded him by at once saying "Dale Tarr!", although I had never seen a picture of him. It was half deduction, half guessing. I can't very well cover all the subjects we talked about, as that covers a four hour period. Of course, he wanted to know all about the IFA and soon became a convert.
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Followed an hour of inspection. A complete file of Weird Tales, every magazine that could be thought of. A copy of Lloyd's "Etidorpha" with an enclosed letter from the author. Argosy's bound from 1900 up for years. Excerpts bound by professional book binders. It was breath-taking. As we left Doc's beautiful home, and drove toward his uptown office, I couldn't help admiring the flowers that surround the place. Acres of them, I'd say. In reply to my comments on them, Doc replied, "Another hobby of my wife and myself." There were books at the office, too. Not so much emphasis on fantasy there, but good stuff. The Neptameron, the Decameron, Landsay's Cautious Amorist, and that grandest of all science-fiction books and one which every reader who wishes to be well-read in the fantasy world must read, Merryland by Stretzen. And I mustn't forget the complete works of Rabelais. I departed with reluctance. It had been a happy day and one of the few occasions that a "fan" had lived up to expectations. "Let me know when you can come again," he said as I left, "and I'll make arrangements." And I will, too. Doc's company is like a tonic. And, too, I'll get enough material from his library to make the forthcoming Bibliography pretty complete. -------------------------------- BIOGRAPHICALLY SPEAKING E. J. Harriman He was born in Marion, Ind., on Dec 12, 1912, which makes him some 27 years old. Attended school at Toronto, Canada, and is a graduate of that city's Central Tech. After attending the University of Toronto, he moved back to Marion. For a while he worked as an Analyst, but a streak of bad luck caused him to go to work in several factories for a time. In the meanwhile he had equipped himself with a small laboratory, costing about $250. For about a year and a half, thereafter, he did a number of research jobs, making quite a bit of money, which he spent very easily. Later he joined the Uriner, Nicks Products Co. when they located in Marion. Now is in entire charge of the chemical research and analyzing departments, his critical capacity being Chief Chemist, Research Dept. Is engaged in the creation of various commercial products, which should be rather successful, as he is now expanding the laboratory to 6 times its present size. Offers to give any IFA members who are interested in chemistry any information he may desire at some point. More than this, we do not know. Perhaps, at some future date, Mr. Harrison will forward some more inside "dope". ******************************** DALE TARR VISITS TED DIKTY Last Saturday afternoon (Aug 10) coming home from downtown, I was informed that somebody (male) had been around a couple of times while I was away. "X" said he would be back early that evening. He was. About 7:00 P.M. I heard footsteps on the front porch and then a knock. Hotfooting it to the door I was greeted with the inevitable question, "Are you Ted Dikty?" Verifying this, the meeting continued along conventional lines. My visitor evidently meant to keep me guessing as to his identity. But I confounded him by at once saying "Dale Tarr!", although I had never seen a picture of him. It was half deduction, half guessing. I can't very well cover all the subjects we talked about, as that covers a four hour period. Of course, he wanted to know all about the IFA and soon became a convert.
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