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A TALE OF THE 'EVANS Being the FAPA edition of the Journal of Th' Ol' Foo from Battle Creek, for inclusion in the Fall Mailing of 1944. Its proponent hopes there may be something therein to entertain, amuse or otherwise divert you from a short span from the pressing messiness of a war-torn life. For this purpose (and a little inflating of the ego) it has been written, mimeographed, and is being sent to you. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- DEPARTMENT OF THE "MUST ONE WRITE AN EDITORIAL"? No! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ THAT UMPTYNINTH MICHICON At the time I am writing the first draft of this, the last of the guests from that now-historic Slan Shackon have just departed, and from the welter and confusion of my many pleasant memories of that wonderful occasion looms just one all-emphatic point -- "Boy, am I sleepy!" Let those who will write of the many, many things that occurred during that hectic week and a half. Let them tell of the many conversations, brilliant and humorous; of the frequent discussions on every conceivable subject;of the wonderful food and other forms of hospitality, lavished by the Ashley's or their guests; of those poker games which Th' Ol' Foo, as usual, lost his shirt --- for me there is one vastly important facet of such gatherings. That is the grand and wonderful friendships one makes in Fandom; the swell people one meets, and the magificent spirit of good-fellowship that pervades each meeting of Fen. During a long life of no-little getting around, I have never either contacted personally, nor heard of, any other group wherein hospitality is so taken for granted. One plans a meeting. "Wonder who would be able to come? We'll ask so-and-so, him-and-her, this one, that one." No hesitancy about their wealth, their social position, their politics, their religion. Usually no one has even met the person --- merely knows of them as a fellow fan. We have read their mags; maybe corresponded with them. So they are invited; they come, and another fine friendship is formed. It is to our credit, as a group, that only very rarely does one of us so conduct ourselves that we are not invited, or welcome to come any time we can make it! Truly, any hobby that can produce such wonderful friendliness and so many fine, enduring friendships, is the best of al hobbies in which one can indulge. I'm proud and glad I am a Fan! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "That Man" came to see us recently -- and did we have a grand gab-fest for long, long hours. Damn this war -- he has no time to write any more on that Lensman saga. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------
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A TALE OF THE 'EVANS Being the FAPA edition of the Journal of Th' Ol' Foo from Battle Creek, for inclusion in the Fall Mailing of 1944. Its proponent hopes there may be something therein to entertain, amuse or otherwise divert you from a short span from the pressing messiness of a war-torn life. For this purpose (and a little inflating of the ego) it has been written, mimeographed, and is being sent to you. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- DEPARTMENT OF THE "MUST ONE WRITE AN EDITORIAL"? No! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ THAT UMPTYNINTH MICHICON At the time I am writing the first draft of this, the last of the guests from that now-historic Slan Shackon have just departed, and from the welter and confusion of my many pleasant memories of that wonderful occasion looms just one all-emphatic point -- "Boy, am I sleepy!" Let those who will write of the many, many things that occurred during that hectic week and a half. Let them tell of the many conversations, brilliant and humorous; of the frequent discussions on every conceivable subject;of the wonderful food and other forms of hospitality, lavished by the Ashley's or their guests; of those poker games which Th' Ol' Foo, as usual, lost his shirt --- for me there is one vastly important facet of such gatherings. That is the grand and wonderful friendships one makes in Fandom; the swell people one meets, and the magificent spirit of good-fellowship that pervades each meeting of Fen. During a long life of no-little getting around, I have never either contacted personally, nor heard of, any other group wherein hospitality is so taken for granted. One plans a meeting. "Wonder who would be able to come? We'll ask so-and-so, him-and-her, this one, that one." No hesitancy about their wealth, their social position, their politics, their religion. Usually no one has even met the person --- merely knows of them as a fellow fan. We have read their mags; maybe corresponded with them. So they are invited; they come, and another fine friendship is formed. It is to our credit, as a group, that only very rarely does one of us so conduct ourselves that we are not invited, or welcome to come any time we can make it! Truly, any hobby that can produce such wonderful friendliness and so many fine, enduring friendships, is the best of al hobbies in which one can indulge. I'm proud and glad I am a Fan! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "That Man" came to see us recently -- and did we have a grand gab-fest for long, long hours. Damn this war -- he has no time to write any more on that Lensman saga. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------
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