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Fan-Atic, v. 2, issue 2, whole no. 5, September 1941
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COMPLIMENTS AND OTHERWISE (Continued) Warner's letter continued: They've always seemed a useless luxury to me, in typed matter, but the roar that went up when I tried to do away with them in SPACEWAYS causes me to continue. Your lesson on how to pronounce your name (I still think you should spell it 'Beeling' and do away with the worry!) ((NEVER!)) was appreciated. Why don't you take the job of compiling that pronouncing dictionary of fans' names, which Al Mckeel was working on in ALCHEMIST and has evidently given up? (And don't ask me why I, or I'll spend three pages listiug the number of more important things that I should get to work on!) ((All of which gives us an idea. Would you be willing to take 1/2 page per issue for that idea? That's somewhat different than Mckeel's plan, which did the whole job in one issue. A half-page every two months wouldn't be too arduous. Consider this as an official request, since we're too blasted lazy to write you a letter about it. Can you do it? If so, the deadline for November issue is October lst.)) Harry Jenkins, Jr. 2409 Santee Ave., Columbia, South Carolina. Dear Charly, ((Hah! He spelled 'Charlie' wrong. Yahhhhhhhhh!)) Suh, you are ambiguous. In that saga of the Anti-Scientists, you said, "It seems that he was an old slave who had escaped from Gilbert and his brutal overseer, Jenkins." Ahhhh, do you mean that I am Joe's lord and master, or the old darky? Or does it make a damn? ((No, it doesn't make a damn. But, just to waste space, we'll explain. That statement was based upon the old Southern plantation system. The planter or owner (Joe, in this case) had an overseer (You, in this case) run the place for him. Usually, the overseers weren't too brutal, but in this case.................)) Anyways, the Anti-Scientist sheet was intriguing, to say the least. ((We've been sorta expecting a bomb from Van Houten, but it ain't arrived yet. )) Hot dawg! I thought I was going to be able to stay out of the U. B. O. A. S., but I ain't. First, I've started a 300,000 word short story; second, I think I have a reasonable facsimile in place of bradbury's ears, a Gilbert frown, which is scarcer than hen's teeth. ((Won't do, chum)) And third, Joe and I are working in the Induction Station at Fort Jackson as typists & there's a large lake nearby that I can join the UBOAS. With a merry hic-cough, our gay young hero snorts and picks up a yaller covered something with wavering letters that hint ((Hint! Hawwwwwww!)) of -- omigawd -- FAN-ATIC! ((See, we saved a whole line to write 'FAN-ATIC' on.)) ((Well, almost)) The editorial is nicely written, and by gorra, a good editorial is hard to write, and I don't mean maybe. Ol' keed, ol' keed, ol' sock, I'll be looking forward to Schumann's poetry, for after "I Like Space Pirate Stories" int he latest STAR why he's proven himself as one of the best doggerel writers in fandom. Yeah, SUN SPOTS is back and printed, too, but it wasn't worth it. For the same amount of dough they must have spent on the thing, they could have put out a super mimeographed fmg in 3 or 4 colors. Or don't you think so? ((No, pal. You see we bought their mimeo. And, too, they didn't have enough material for a large ish)) 'Visitations to Bloomington' was worth saving from SUN SPOTS. Pong is always interesting, and 'Visitations' keeps up the precedent. **** Joe is leaving next week for Hagerstown and Washington. I had planned to go with him, but the dough for this typewriter knocked the trip into a topped hat for me. Now I'm pointing for the Boskone. ((Didn't know there was going to be a 2nd issue of that. Eh, Art?)) Like so many other East Coast fans, I've given up all hopes of of attending the Pacificon. Too far, too much money. ((DIXIECON IN 1943)) (Continued on next page.) (((This department is also cont'd on next pg)))
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COMPLIMENTS AND OTHERWISE (Continued) Warner's letter continued: They've always seemed a useless luxury to me, in typed matter, but the roar that went up when I tried to do away with them in SPACEWAYS causes me to continue. Your lesson on how to pronounce your name (I still think you should spell it 'Beeling' and do away with the worry!) ((NEVER!)) was appreciated. Why don't you take the job of compiling that pronouncing dictionary of fans' names, which Al Mckeel was working on in ALCHEMIST and has evidently given up? (And don't ask me why I, or I'll spend three pages listiug the number of more important things that I should get to work on!) ((All of which gives us an idea. Would you be willing to take 1/2 page per issue for that idea? That's somewhat different than Mckeel's plan, which did the whole job in one issue. A half-page every two months wouldn't be too arduous. Consider this as an official request, since we're too blasted lazy to write you a letter about it. Can you do it? If so, the deadline for November issue is October lst.)) Harry Jenkins, Jr. 2409 Santee Ave., Columbia, South Carolina. Dear Charly, ((Hah! He spelled 'Charlie' wrong. Yahhhhhhhhh!)) Suh, you are ambiguous. In that saga of the Anti-Scientists, you said, "It seems that he was an old slave who had escaped from Gilbert and his brutal overseer, Jenkins." Ahhhh, do you mean that I am Joe's lord and master, or the old darky? Or does it make a damn? ((No, it doesn't make a damn. But, just to waste space, we'll explain. That statement was based upon the old Southern plantation system. The planter or owner (Joe, in this case) had an overseer (You, in this case) run the place for him. Usually, the overseers weren't too brutal, but in this case.................)) Anyways, the Anti-Scientist sheet was intriguing, to say the least. ((We've been sorta expecting a bomb from Van Houten, but it ain't arrived yet. )) Hot dawg! I thought I was going to be able to stay out of the U. B. O. A. S., but I ain't. First, I've started a 300,000 word short story; second, I think I have a reasonable facsimile in place of bradbury's ears, a Gilbert frown, which is scarcer than hen's teeth. ((Won't do, chum)) And third, Joe and I are working in the Induction Station at Fort Jackson as typists & there's a large lake nearby that I can join the UBOAS. With a merry hic-cough, our gay young hero snorts and picks up a yaller covered something with wavering letters that hint ((Hint! Hawwwwwww!)) of -- omigawd -- FAN-ATIC! ((See, we saved a whole line to write 'FAN-ATIC' on.)) ((Well, almost)) The editorial is nicely written, and by gorra, a good editorial is hard to write, and I don't mean maybe. Ol' keed, ol' keed, ol' sock, I'll be looking forward to Schumann's poetry, for after "I Like Space Pirate Stories" int he latest STAR why he's proven himself as one of the best doggerel writers in fandom. Yeah, SUN SPOTS is back and printed, too, but it wasn't worth it. For the same amount of dough they must have spent on the thing, they could have put out a super mimeographed fmg in 3 or 4 colors. Or don't you think so? ((No, pal. You see we bought their mimeo. And, too, they didn't have enough material for a large ish)) 'Visitations to Bloomington' was worth saving from SUN SPOTS. Pong is always interesting, and 'Visitations' keeps up the precedent. **** Joe is leaving next week for Hagerstown and Washington. I had planned to go with him, but the dough for this typewriter knocked the trip into a topped hat for me. Now I'm pointing for the Boskone. ((Didn't know there was going to be a 2nd issue of that. Eh, Art?)) Like so many other East Coast fans, I've given up all hopes of of attending the Pacificon. Too far, too much money. ((DIXIECON IN 1943)) (Continued on next page.) (((This department is also cont'd on next pg)))
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