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Le Zombie, whole no. 53, May-June 1943
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DEPT OF THE INTERIOR the midget chicon Time was, then a fan gathering, heralded far in advance, met in a blaze of publicity and pother, causing those who were absent to commit harey-carey from sheer regret. Most of the news releases following the meeting were chock full of items pertaining to the diet and imbibings of the attendees. One gathered the impression that bolting food and guzzling liquids were the chief attractions of a convention, and that business came off a poor second. That day, it appears, now lies in the same limbo as hectographed fanzines (altho a hectographed Stellar Tales appeared last month.) With nothing but a few newsy lines of print in advance, eight fans met recently in Chicago for a "quiet and sane" spree; a gathering that was subsequently entitled "the midget chicon", and a half dozen autographed post cards were ailed to those whom it was believed would willingly pay a dollar for the privilege of receiving them. Will the six please remit? From Battle Creek appeared Al and Abby Lu Ashley, and Earl & Helen Perry; among them shipped back a couple of suitcases packed with books and magazines. Jackson, Michigan contributed long and leab Dalvan Coger, whose last name is misspelled each time it appears in ink , and who insists that he should be addressed as "Mr Codger". Frankie Robinson, whose real name is Frances and is a right pretty thing, played Chicago host. From Joliet came Walt Liebscher with is rooster, and from Bloomington was your hungry reporter. (My booty consisted of 12 books. My trip up there was uneventful , except for snagging a seat next to a WAAC and subsequently obtaining her Chicago address and phone number. I returned home three days later owing Liebscher a dollar, and Ashley five dollars. Ashley said to not bother about repaying it as he would charge it to either the NFFF or to the FAPA. Walt wasn't so friendly.) We met Monday morning and broke up Wednesday noon, April 26-28. Keeping in mind that you aren't interested in what we ate, it mite not be amiss to report how we ate---finally. The Chicago food problem is notorious and the prices likewise. In addition, everyone wants to eat in the same place at the same time---certain laws of science being suspended for the duration. Liebscher, with innocent face, led us into the busiest of beaneries[[?]] at the noon hour, where we spent some time standing in the aisles and peering hungrily over other diner's shoulders , eager to knock them from their chairs the moment they scooped up a last spoonful[[?]] of ice cream. Frances, being used to home cooking and un-used to foreign sounding dishes, ordered, and was duly surprised and chagrined. Ashley loaned her a nickle to buy a glass of milk. He probably charged that to the NFFF too. From mid-morning until late at night of the first day we purchased books in all kinds of establishments ranging from the remainder counter in the big department stories, to the crummiest of side-street gyp men. We found one dealer ( a non-Aryan gentleman who must have been wised up by former Chicago fan Niel DeJack) who asked, but did not get, fifteen dollars for about 20 Clayton Astoundings. And other dealers who wanted two dollars for the first issue of Amazing. There were all types of SF and fantasy books ranging from 29[[cent symbol]] to one dollar. Several copies of "Odd John" were picked up for a fraction of the price asked by fan dealers. Ashley bought another suitcase to hold his loot.
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DEPT OF THE INTERIOR the midget chicon Time was, then a fan gathering, heralded far in advance, met in a blaze of publicity and pother, causing those who were absent to commit harey-carey from sheer regret. Most of the news releases following the meeting were chock full of items pertaining to the diet and imbibings of the attendees. One gathered the impression that bolting food and guzzling liquids were the chief attractions of a convention, and that business came off a poor second. That day, it appears, now lies in the same limbo as hectographed fanzines (altho a hectographed Stellar Tales appeared last month.) With nothing but a few newsy lines of print in advance, eight fans met recently in Chicago for a "quiet and sane" spree; a gathering that was subsequently entitled "the midget chicon", and a half dozen autographed post cards were ailed to those whom it was believed would willingly pay a dollar for the privilege of receiving them. Will the six please remit? From Battle Creek appeared Al and Abby Lu Ashley, and Earl & Helen Perry; among them shipped back a couple of suitcases packed with books and magazines. Jackson, Michigan contributed long and leab Dalvan Coger, whose last name is misspelled each time it appears in ink , and who insists that he should be addressed as "Mr Codger". Frankie Robinson, whose real name is Frances and is a right pretty thing, played Chicago host. From Joliet came Walt Liebscher with is rooster, and from Bloomington was your hungry reporter. (My booty consisted of 12 books. My trip up there was uneventful , except for snagging a seat next to a WAAC and subsequently obtaining her Chicago address and phone number. I returned home three days later owing Liebscher a dollar, and Ashley five dollars. Ashley said to not bother about repaying it as he would charge it to either the NFFF or to the FAPA. Walt wasn't so friendly.) We met Monday morning and broke up Wednesday noon, April 26-28. Keeping in mind that you aren't interested in what we ate, it mite not be amiss to report how we ate---finally. The Chicago food problem is notorious and the prices likewise. In addition, everyone wants to eat in the same place at the same time---certain laws of science being suspended for the duration. Liebscher, with innocent face, led us into the busiest of beaneries[[?]] at the noon hour, where we spent some time standing in the aisles and peering hungrily over other diner's shoulders , eager to knock them from their chairs the moment they scooped up a last spoonful[[?]] of ice cream. Frances, being used to home cooking and un-used to foreign sounding dishes, ordered, and was duly surprised and chagrined. Ashley loaned her a nickle to buy a glass of milk. He probably charged that to the NFFF too. From mid-morning until late at night of the first day we purchased books in all kinds of establishments ranging from the remainder counter in the big department stories, to the crummiest of side-street gyp men. We found one dealer ( a non-Aryan gentleman who must have been wised up by former Chicago fan Niel DeJack) who asked, but did not get, fifteen dollars for about 20 Clayton Astoundings. And other dealers who wanted two dollars for the first issue of Amazing. There were all types of SF and fantasy books ranging from 29[[cent symbol]] to one dollar. Several copies of "Odd John" were picked up for a fraction of the price asked by fan dealers. Ashley bought another suitcase to hold his loot.
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