Transcribe
Translate
Spaceways, v. 3, issue 5, whole no. 21, June 1941
3
More information
digital collection
archival collection guide
transcription tips
SPACEWAYS 3 FROM THE CONTROL ROOM Things just seem to happen to us. For instance, in the ad on page 25, we say that we think Warner Van Lorne is F. Orlin Tremaine. Stop us if you've heard it before, but you probably haven't; as far as we know, the guess hasn't been made in print before. That letter to Larry Farsaci commenting on Golden Atom was written a long while ago--perhaps six months past. And so, just the other day we receive the first issue of the Shangri-LA Record-and what do we find on it but a more or less positive statement that Warner Van Lorne is F. Orlin Tremaine! A dozen and a half fans got those records, and probably that many more have heard it from other sources by now; by the time this issue is out, it'll undoubtedly have seen print elsewhere. But you can ask Larry himself if what we wrote wasn't received by him months before the Shangri-LA Record was even thought of. Another trouble is the Earl Singleton affair. There's no telling what will have turned up between the day this is being typed-June 4-and when you get it. Beacon Light came in a few days ago; several days before that the news broke that Earl Singleton did not commit suicide and is quite hale and hearty in Washington, D.C., working for the government. What will develop in another ten days or two weeks in problematical. However, it's fairly safe to assert positively here that Earl Singleton is alive. We've known for three months or more what is just now coming out, but were honor-bound to keep our big mouth shut. And so-there was nothing to do but remain quiet. Of course, there's one chance in several billion that Singleton is dead, for no one in fandom has seen him in person since February. But we don't think anyone reading this has ever seen, for instance, Stalin in the flesh, and yet we doubt you'll claim that the Russian revolution and its becoming a communist state is just a rumor! Therefore, take it for granted that Earl Singleton is alive; he is. We've learned two things from this: not to dedicate a magazine to someone until you've seen the corpse, and that it's still impossible to keep a secret in fandom. By the way, is it possible to un-dedicate something? If so, consider the March, 1941 issue of Spaceways as un-dedicated to Earl Singleton. This month we have the contest material. All we have to do now is find the winners. You'll do that, in this way: merely send in your ratings on this issue as usual, from 1 to 10, just as always. After they're all in, we'll see which story, which poem, and which article were best in their divisions; to those three items will go the prizes. Top item in the issue--excluding departments, of course-as determined by the ratings will get the writer's choice of the Paul or Finlay original, or Aussie fanzines. The higher of the other two winners gets his pick of the two remaining prizes, and lowest-rated prize winner takes what's left. So we hope more of you than usual will send ratings. Prizes will be mailed out as soon as ratings are in and winners have made their choices; resuslts will be published nest issue, of course. Next issue, too, there's going to be an unusually good line-up of stuff published. We should know after three years of fanzine editing better than to preview an issue, but we'll be daring and promise: first of all, a long article on the 1941 Convention in Denver, which you should all quite naturally attend, and then read about in Spaceways. Second: another of damon knight's quite remarkable features; this time, in collaboration with Fred Hurter, "The Insignificant Invasion". Third: the long-promised and at-last-arrived saga of the Skylark of Woo-Woo, "20,000 Leagues over the Road" by Art Widner. You'll thrill to the mad race for life down a mountain with the S of W-W pursued by the fiendish Greyhound Bus; you'll lie awake at nights over the fiedish Game of Fours and wish you'd read sometinh soothing like the Necronomicon. Just wait! And finally, the first of a series of articles by Larry Farsaci on the Private Life of a Collector. It's even better than his Paradox Plus, if you can remember back that far. Of course, there'll be fiction too an all the regular features. So don't forget to renew those subscriptions! We didn't intedn trespassing on the letter section, but it can't be helped. (concluded on page 22)
Saving...
prev
next
SPACEWAYS 3 FROM THE CONTROL ROOM Things just seem to happen to us. For instance, in the ad on page 25, we say that we think Warner Van Lorne is F. Orlin Tremaine. Stop us if you've heard it before, but you probably haven't; as far as we know, the guess hasn't been made in print before. That letter to Larry Farsaci commenting on Golden Atom was written a long while ago--perhaps six months past. And so, just the other day we receive the first issue of the Shangri-LA Record-and what do we find on it but a more or less positive statement that Warner Van Lorne is F. Orlin Tremaine! A dozen and a half fans got those records, and probably that many more have heard it from other sources by now; by the time this issue is out, it'll undoubtedly have seen print elsewhere. But you can ask Larry himself if what we wrote wasn't received by him months before the Shangri-LA Record was even thought of. Another trouble is the Earl Singleton affair. There's no telling what will have turned up between the day this is being typed-June 4-and when you get it. Beacon Light came in a few days ago; several days before that the news broke that Earl Singleton did not commit suicide and is quite hale and hearty in Washington, D.C., working for the government. What will develop in another ten days or two weeks in problematical. However, it's fairly safe to assert positively here that Earl Singleton is alive. We've known for three months or more what is just now coming out, but were honor-bound to keep our big mouth shut. And so-there was nothing to do but remain quiet. Of course, there's one chance in several billion that Singleton is dead, for no one in fandom has seen him in person since February. But we don't think anyone reading this has ever seen, for instance, Stalin in the flesh, and yet we doubt you'll claim that the Russian revolution and its becoming a communist state is just a rumor! Therefore, take it for granted that Earl Singleton is alive; he is. We've learned two things from this: not to dedicate a magazine to someone until you've seen the corpse, and that it's still impossible to keep a secret in fandom. By the way, is it possible to un-dedicate something? If so, consider the March, 1941 issue of Spaceways as un-dedicated to Earl Singleton. This month we have the contest material. All we have to do now is find the winners. You'll do that, in this way: merely send in your ratings on this issue as usual, from 1 to 10, just as always. After they're all in, we'll see which story, which poem, and which article were best in their divisions; to those three items will go the prizes. Top item in the issue--excluding departments, of course-as determined by the ratings will get the writer's choice of the Paul or Finlay original, or Aussie fanzines. The higher of the other two winners gets his pick of the two remaining prizes, and lowest-rated prize winner takes what's left. So we hope more of you than usual will send ratings. Prizes will be mailed out as soon as ratings are in and winners have made their choices; resuslts will be published nest issue, of course. Next issue, too, there's going to be an unusually good line-up of stuff published. We should know after three years of fanzine editing better than to preview an issue, but we'll be daring and promise: first of all, a long article on the 1941 Convention in Denver, which you should all quite naturally attend, and then read about in Spaceways. Second: another of damon knight's quite remarkable features; this time, in collaboration with Fred Hurter, "The Insignificant Invasion". Third: the long-promised and at-last-arrived saga of the Skylark of Woo-Woo, "20,000 Leagues over the Road" by Art Widner. You'll thrill to the mad race for life down a mountain with the S of W-W pursued by the fiendish Greyhound Bus; you'll lie awake at nights over the fiedish Game of Fours and wish you'd read sometinh soothing like the Necronomicon. Just wait! And finally, the first of a series of articles by Larry Farsaci on the Private Life of a Collector. It's even better than his Paradox Plus, if you can remember back that far. Of course, there'll be fiction too an all the regular features. So don't forget to renew those subscriptions! We didn't intedn trespassing on the letter section, but it can't be helped. (concluded on page 22)
Hevelin Fanzines
sidebar