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Horizons, v. 2, issue 2, whole no. 6, December 1940
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H O R I Z O N S 5 ?????????? Because within I'd bury Together love and hate. ........ A more literal but less graceful translation of that last line would be "All of my love and hate" but you probably get the general idea. ........ TIME OUT FORSTATION IDENTIFICATION This is page five of Horizons. Time table: it's now the evening of November 4, as we type, and we're making far head-way. At this rate we should get the magazine done in time, but things will go slower now because work--actual work, that is--on the Anniversary Issue of Spaceways has begun. We have just finished cutting six stencils and writing a two-page letter, and our fingers are likely to lose what resiliency they have left at any moment. One small item we had better mention before forgetting, though: in yesterday's Sunday Buck Rogers strip it was made clear where the Kwestian planets are, so don't bother sending those explanatory telegrams and get away from those phones; if you've already asked for Long Distance, cancel the call. Also, we have received since doing the last page a thirty-cent subscription to Horizons, no less; we shall put a few shekels of our own to that and buy a new hekto ribbon in the next few weeks. Probably not in time to do any of this issue, but in order that you may read thenext one which will be out around the first weeks of March, providing our Editor lives up to promises and we do our part. ........ HAVE YOU HEARD OBOLER LATELY? If not, you've been missing something. Save for an unacknowledged reduction in the first issue of The Damn Thing of an article about Aim originally published in a national magazine, there's been no word about his new series of radio dramas. They've been running of Fridays for some time, now--since October 4, 1940, to be precise--and all but one up to this moment have been fantastic. A brief resume might not be amiss: The first, Oct. 4, was the only non-fantastic one; the true story it is written around is fantastic enough in itself, but is more or less true. It was a dramatization of the weird love between Tschaikovsky and his benefactress whose name we could never remember how to spell. The lady's part was played by Madame Nazimova who is supposed to be one of the world's greatest actressts, but you'd have never guessed it to hear her, we respectfully submit. Oct. 11 was "This Precious Freedom", a play of a forthcoming invasion of America. Reports say there was trouble in getting this on the air, due to its touchy nature and the possibility of another Men-from-Orson-Welles debacle. But that may be merely a publicity agent's bright idea. At any rate, it was swell. Baymod Massey, as the chief itcanthappenherer was superb. Octo.16th's production was "Cat-Wife", the best so far. We didn't hear it in its previous broadcast, and so everything was fresh. The moment when the rather abhorrent young lady turned into the cat was one of the most tense and best-arrived-at spots we've ever heard over the radio. It was, in short, drama. The last two-thirds of this particular opus require the feminine lead to do her dialog in cat-cries of every intensity and kind: the actress--Betty Winkler, we believe--did wonders with it. Oct. 25 we never could quite catch the name of this production. One entitled "Mr. & Mrs. Chump" had been announced, but it wasn't used, evidently, for some reason. The substitute was about two mean and a woman who go off a cliff somewhere in France or Europe somewhere in an auto and wake up in cave-man days. It wasn't so hot; poorest of the series. And on Nov. 1 the political speeches raged hot and heavy: no Oboler for that reason. If we can find a few lines later on in this issue, we'll let you know
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H O R I Z O N S 5 ?????????? Because within I'd bury Together love and hate. ........ A more literal but less graceful translation of that last line would be "All of my love and hate" but you probably get the general idea. ........ TIME OUT FORSTATION IDENTIFICATION This is page five of Horizons. Time table: it's now the evening of November 4, as we type, and we're making far head-way. At this rate we should get the magazine done in time, but things will go slower now because work--actual work, that is--on the Anniversary Issue of Spaceways has begun. We have just finished cutting six stencils and writing a two-page letter, and our fingers are likely to lose what resiliency they have left at any moment. One small item we had better mention before forgetting, though: in yesterday's Sunday Buck Rogers strip it was made clear where the Kwestian planets are, so don't bother sending those explanatory telegrams and get away from those phones; if you've already asked for Long Distance, cancel the call. Also, we have received since doing the last page a thirty-cent subscription to Horizons, no less; we shall put a few shekels of our own to that and buy a new hekto ribbon in the next few weeks. Probably not in time to do any of this issue, but in order that you may read thenext one which will be out around the first weeks of March, providing our Editor lives up to promises and we do our part. ........ HAVE YOU HEARD OBOLER LATELY? If not, you've been missing something. Save for an unacknowledged reduction in the first issue of The Damn Thing of an article about Aim originally published in a national magazine, there's been no word about his new series of radio dramas. They've been running of Fridays for some time, now--since October 4, 1940, to be precise--and all but one up to this moment have been fantastic. A brief resume might not be amiss: The first, Oct. 4, was the only non-fantastic one; the true story it is written around is fantastic enough in itself, but is more or less true. It was a dramatization of the weird love between Tschaikovsky and his benefactress whose name we could never remember how to spell. The lady's part was played by Madame Nazimova who is supposed to be one of the world's greatest actressts, but you'd have never guessed it to hear her, we respectfully submit. Oct. 11 was "This Precious Freedom", a play of a forthcoming invasion of America. Reports say there was trouble in getting this on the air, due to its touchy nature and the possibility of another Men-from-Orson-Welles debacle. But that may be merely a publicity agent's bright idea. At any rate, it was swell. Baymod Massey, as the chief itcanthappenherer was superb. Octo.16th's production was "Cat-Wife", the best so far. We didn't hear it in its previous broadcast, and so everything was fresh. The moment when the rather abhorrent young lady turned into the cat was one of the most tense and best-arrived-at spots we've ever heard over the radio. It was, in short, drama. The last two-thirds of this particular opus require the feminine lead to do her dialog in cat-cries of every intensity and kind: the actress--Betty Winkler, we believe--did wonders with it. Oct. 25 we never could quite catch the name of this production. One entitled "Mr. & Mrs. Chump" had been announced, but it wasn't used, evidently, for some reason. The substitute was about two mean and a woman who go off a cliff somewhere in France or Europe somewhere in an auto and wake up in cave-man days. It wasn't so hot; poorest of the series. And on Nov. 1 the political speeches raged hot and heavy: no Oboler for that reason. If we can find a few lines later on in this issue, we'll let you know
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