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Fantascience Digest, v. 2, issue 1, Novermber-December 1938
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Page 6 FANTASCIENCE DIGEST concerning new fans that he had never even heard of before. It was quite funny what a difference it made to read such a fan item as: John S McGee and Robert Doguakis [???], avid Pittsburgh enthusiasts, plan to visit James S. Corrup, editor of "Colonial," in New York this summer. It seemed so uninteresting compared to items he had read years back, such as "Robert A. Madle and John V. Baltadonis plan to pay a visit to New York." It was terribly disappointing, but to be expected. Anyhow, the format of the magazine was nice and neat. Fifteen large-sized mimeographed pages with neat illustrations spaced at intervals throughout the magazine. Oh yes, the letter. Undoubtedly, he would receive a dozen paragraphs from editor commenting upon the superior style of his article. He'd eat it up now. Hastily he unfolded the letter and gazed disappointingly at a short, cryptic not. Dear Sir: Your subscription received and thank you for it. The article you sent will be used in my next issue as I am quite hard-up for material. Yours, James S. Corrup What was he driving at, Bill wondered, in the evidently disguised sarcasm of the last few lines? Why the short paragraphs? The strictly formal business-like tone? Oh well, why bother about the mystery? He'd send a subscription to each of those magazines advertised in the back of the magazine. With a loud ejaculation of disgust, Bill threw the magazine down upon the table. What confounded nerve, he thought. What abysmal ignorance... What--- what was the use? Those blasted idiots had the crust in writing, to say that his article was the worst, outdated, dryest, utterly senseless drivel they had ever had the misery of reading. Why, the blasted hypocrites knew darn well that "It's Great to be a Science Fiction Reader" was better than any of the just they had read in the trashridden "Infinity," such as that putrid article on "What Went on in McGee's Mind When He Wrote 'Are Fans Human?'," and similar rot. How could supposedly sane, intelligent readers of science fiction interest themselves in such drivel. Bah, it was disgusting. Had to get a quiet place and think this out...... now...... --------- "Watch for the greatest fan science fiction has ever known!" "Are fans human? You won't think so when you discover the terrific activities of ?---- The greatest fan science fiction has ever know!" These and similar notices appeared in all the leading fan magazines the latter part of 1950. The fan world was agog over the identity of "the greatest fan science fiction has ever known." John S. McGee, a fan writer of the time, wrote series of articles on the possible identity of this mysterious fan. The leading news-snoopers frantically attempted to discover the identity of the placer of those advertisements. One science fiction fan magazine offered a year subscription free to the reader who discovered the identity of "the greatest fan science fiction has ever known." One day John S. Corrup happened to notice that this mysterious personality had sent in his usual ad with a handwritten addenda. That night Corrup spent eight hours going through his files of letters and comparing handwriting. Hair disarrayed, eyes bleary, and his room, once the paragon of neatness, now an unholy litter of letters, Corrup leaped jubilantly into the air and screeched most unbefittingly for a fan of his conservative tastes. The neighbors didn't mind the "nut" next door. They were [LOST] to his eccentricities. [LOST] they
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Page 6 FANTASCIENCE DIGEST concerning new fans that he had never even heard of before. It was quite funny what a difference it made to read such a fan item as: John S McGee and Robert Doguakis [???], avid Pittsburgh enthusiasts, plan to visit James S. Corrup, editor of "Colonial," in New York this summer. It seemed so uninteresting compared to items he had read years back, such as "Robert A. Madle and John V. Baltadonis plan to pay a visit to New York." It was terribly disappointing, but to be expected. Anyhow, the format of the magazine was nice and neat. Fifteen large-sized mimeographed pages with neat illustrations spaced at intervals throughout the magazine. Oh yes, the letter. Undoubtedly, he would receive a dozen paragraphs from editor commenting upon the superior style of his article. He'd eat it up now. Hastily he unfolded the letter and gazed disappointingly at a short, cryptic not. Dear Sir: Your subscription received and thank you for it. The article you sent will be used in my next issue as I am quite hard-up for material. Yours, James S. Corrup What was he driving at, Bill wondered, in the evidently disguised sarcasm of the last few lines? Why the short paragraphs? The strictly formal business-like tone? Oh well, why bother about the mystery? He'd send a subscription to each of those magazines advertised in the back of the magazine. With a loud ejaculation of disgust, Bill threw the magazine down upon the table. What confounded nerve, he thought. What abysmal ignorance... What--- what was the use? Those blasted idiots had the crust in writing, to say that his article was the worst, outdated, dryest, utterly senseless drivel they had ever had the misery of reading. Why, the blasted hypocrites knew darn well that "It's Great to be a Science Fiction Reader" was better than any of the just they had read in the trashridden "Infinity," such as that putrid article on "What Went on in McGee's Mind When He Wrote 'Are Fans Human?'," and similar rot. How could supposedly sane, intelligent readers of science fiction interest themselves in such drivel. Bah, it was disgusting. Had to get a quiet place and think this out...... now...... --------- "Watch for the greatest fan science fiction has ever known!" "Are fans human? You won't think so when you discover the terrific activities of ?---- The greatest fan science fiction has ever know!" These and similar notices appeared in all the leading fan magazines the latter part of 1950. The fan world was agog over the identity of "the greatest fan science fiction has ever known." John S. McGee, a fan writer of the time, wrote series of articles on the possible identity of this mysterious fan. The leading news-snoopers frantically attempted to discover the identity of the placer of those advertisements. One science fiction fan magazine offered a year subscription free to the reader who discovered the identity of "the greatest fan science fiction has ever known." One day John S. Corrup happened to notice that this mysterious personality had sent in his usual ad with a handwritten addenda. That night Corrup spent eight hours going through his files of letters and comparing handwriting. Hair disarrayed, eyes bleary, and his room, once the paragon of neatness, now an unholy litter of letters, Corrup leaped jubilantly into the air and screeched most unbefittingly for a fan of his conservative tastes. The neighbors didn't mind the "nut" next door. They were [LOST] to his eccentricities. [LOST] they
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