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Voice of the Imagination (VOM), v. 1, issue 4, December 1939
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O griev'ous day! Wherein we learn, to our profound displeasure, that one may not backslide the stencil in the new machine sans disastrous results. (Out. foul blot!) 4 zines, so to get as much advertising as possible without paying you chums your filthy required dime for advertising privileges. So if you don't mind, let me take this space to mention Dick Wilson and his ESCAPE. Dick Wilson. ESCAPE. Thank you, chums. I consider the duty done. Speaking of Wilson reminds me of his magazine ESCAPE, which reminds me of the incident mentioned in it where the T-Men raided FUTURIAN HOUSE, which reminds me of the time last May when Wilson, Wollheim, and Michel visited Prehistoric House. It seems that the five of us gabbed so long and so loud on the front stoop that some neighbor had the brass nerve to phone the police -- this was a few hours after midnight, mind you! — and those gentlemen were most annoying. All of us had gotten safely inside except Sully, and the minions cf the law swooped down on him, poor chap. Bravely, he beat them off. I would not let them cross the doorstep without a warrant. saved us all from durance vile.....in fact, we never knew the cops were there until he told us about it next morning and lo! upon going out to examine the ground, did find huge patches of green grass beaten down where flat feet had stood. Which in turn reminds me of the visit of Reinsberg and Korshak. About three a.m. a pillow fight of particular violence and disturbance -arose, not to mention the people upstairs and the ones in the next apartment. Next day the landlord frowned and said: "Tucker old boy, such noise constitutes lease-breaking. Take heed! We are going to invite Korshak and Reinsberg back as soon as possible. I have done enough thinking for one night, don't you think! ---to borrow a phrase: Fantasneerlyours." Harry Warner, Jr. "Skipper of Spaceways" (as Freehafer frases it) from 303 Bryan PI Hagerstown, Md. praises "Best issue yet. Somehow, I like that green ink--though I notice a suspicious gleam in the eye of the postman of late whenever he hands me one of your mags, or a letter from one of Morojo's ribbons. Like your means of stating your stand on the Convention affaire d'horreure- or whatever it is. You've come out with it now, said what you have to say, and no one can mistake what you mean. Better that than a lot of beating around the bush, arguing in print issue after issue and so on. You hit the nail right on the head about the even margins—never, never start the enfants terribles for your own sake. It's bad enough to have the fans yell for you to start them up, and worse yet to try to get them in one issue. But after you once start, just try dropping them! I know from experience what the outcome will be—if I tried to stop using them in Spaceways I'd never hear the last of it. A couple of fans, though, have been kind enough to send material in already set up for them— such generosity is astounding! However, I might become a villain myself and suggest that when you're cutting stencils, about halfway through each one take a pin or stiff brush or something and clean the accumulation from a few of the letters — mainly e, a, o, and m. It'd improve the appearance of the pages a lot—a couple of the verbal gymnastics this time were made almost unintelligible, at least in my copy, for the similarity in appearance between e and o. It'd only take a half minute or so. (With brush & pin we have alwavs dug in not twice but thrice per page— however, we hope those days of illegibility are gone for ever with the acquisition of the new typwryter.) If Paul Freehafer thinks that the Fort Wayne Convention Mags were poorly mimeoed, just wait until he sees the copies of Horizons which he's due to get! I made a couple of mistakes in the first place, by getting a ribbon instead of carbons, doing the hektoing on some hot, cloudy days and in most instances left too much moisture in the bottom of the pan--WEMarconette will scream bloody foofoo when he sees what I did to his beautiful cover. Miske is lucky. He was warned in advance, and all he had to do was get up a few hours early and wait for a train. Recently, I had to miss half a night's sleep, put up six fans in a house with only three beds, and about a dozen other things without notice! But I still think it was fun, even though Dale Hart swears I didn't say a thing the whole time they were here. But, he sez he wus talked out, when he visited my humble domicile, and probably I was shocked out. Conover and I were the two who really talked, when he visited my humble domicile, especially for three or four hours that historic night when he sorted through hundreds of Argosies, in an old, rickety shed behind a
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O griev'ous day! Wherein we learn, to our profound displeasure, that one may not backslide the stencil in the new machine sans disastrous results. (Out. foul blot!) 4 zines, so to get as much advertising as possible without paying you chums your filthy required dime for advertising privileges. So if you don't mind, let me take this space to mention Dick Wilson and his ESCAPE. Dick Wilson. ESCAPE. Thank you, chums. I consider the duty done. Speaking of Wilson reminds me of his magazine ESCAPE, which reminds me of the incident mentioned in it where the T-Men raided FUTURIAN HOUSE, which reminds me of the time last May when Wilson, Wollheim, and Michel visited Prehistoric House. It seems that the five of us gabbed so long and so loud on the front stoop that some neighbor had the brass nerve to phone the police -- this was a few hours after midnight, mind you! — and those gentlemen were most annoying. All of us had gotten safely inside except Sully, and the minions cf the law swooped down on him, poor chap. Bravely, he beat them off. I would not let them cross the doorstep without a warrant. saved us all from durance vile.....in fact, we never knew the cops were there until he told us about it next morning and lo! upon going out to examine the ground, did find huge patches of green grass beaten down where flat feet had stood. Which in turn reminds me of the visit of Reinsberg and Korshak. About three a.m. a pillow fight of particular violence and disturbance -arose, not to mention the people upstairs and the ones in the next apartment. Next day the landlord frowned and said: "Tucker old boy, such noise constitutes lease-breaking. Take heed! We are going to invite Korshak and Reinsberg back as soon as possible. I have done enough thinking for one night, don't you think! ---to borrow a phrase: Fantasneerlyours." Harry Warner, Jr. "Skipper of Spaceways" (as Freehafer frases it) from 303 Bryan PI Hagerstown, Md. praises "Best issue yet. Somehow, I like that green ink--though I notice a suspicious gleam in the eye of the postman of late whenever he hands me one of your mags, or a letter from one of Morojo's ribbons. Like your means of stating your stand on the Convention affaire d'horreure- or whatever it is. You've come out with it now, said what you have to say, and no one can mistake what you mean. Better that than a lot of beating around the bush, arguing in print issue after issue and so on. You hit the nail right on the head about the even margins—never, never start the enfants terribles for your own sake. It's bad enough to have the fans yell for you to start them up, and worse yet to try to get them in one issue. But after you once start, just try dropping them! I know from experience what the outcome will be—if I tried to stop using them in Spaceways I'd never hear the last of it. A couple of fans, though, have been kind enough to send material in already set up for them— such generosity is astounding! However, I might become a villain myself and suggest that when you're cutting stencils, about halfway through each one take a pin or stiff brush or something and clean the accumulation from a few of the letters — mainly e, a, o, and m. It'd improve the appearance of the pages a lot—a couple of the verbal gymnastics this time were made almost unintelligible, at least in my copy, for the similarity in appearance between e and o. It'd only take a half minute or so. (With brush & pin we have alwavs dug in not twice but thrice per page— however, we hope those days of illegibility are gone for ever with the acquisition of the new typwryter.) If Paul Freehafer thinks that the Fort Wayne Convention Mags were poorly mimeoed, just wait until he sees the copies of Horizons which he's due to get! I made a couple of mistakes in the first place, by getting a ribbon instead of carbons, doing the hektoing on some hot, cloudy days and in most instances left too much moisture in the bottom of the pan--WEMarconette will scream bloody foofoo when he sees what I did to his beautiful cover. Miske is lucky. He was warned in advance, and all he had to do was get up a few hours early and wait for a train. Recently, I had to miss half a night's sleep, put up six fans in a house with only three beds, and about a dozen other things without notice! But I still think it was fun, even though Dale Hart swears I didn't say a thing the whole time they were here. But, he sez he wus talked out, when he visited my humble domicile, and probably I was shocked out. Conover and I were the two who really talked, when he visited my humble domicile, especially for three or four hours that historic night when he sorted through hundreds of Argosies, in an old, rickety shed behind a
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