DIY History | Transcribe | Hevelin Fanzines | Southern Star, v. 1, issue 1, 1941

Transcribe
Translate

Southern Star, v. 1, issue 1, 1941

Page 20

SOUTHERN STAR
The Munsey Panorama
Page 20


     either, and his only reactions are a hollow cough and a slightly baffled expression. McQueen, however, plays one last card. 
     "I know what's the matter with the dope; he thinks he's an old man. Thinks it's time for him to ease himself out of the fantasy field and go back to his classics. He's afraid somebody'll crack about his age. He's scared, that's what!"
     "No such a dam' thing!" hollers Panurge, throwing back the bed covers and getting one foot on the floor. "Where's that T-writer? I'm as young as anybody! I'll write you articles till you'll wish to high heaven I'd get tired and quit!"
     "Come on, Paul," says Mac, and hustles Joe out the door. "Let's go. When he gets both feet on the floor you are going to hear the gosh-awfullest cussing you ever heard in your life. It's no fit thing for our young and innocent ears!"


Part I.  INTRODUCTION
Bibliography:
     The Cavelier, October, 1908
      --May 9, 1914, inclusive.   
     (Complete).
     The All-Story Weekly, March
     7, 1914-- July 17, 1920, 
     inclusive.
     The Argosy, January, 1910,
     to date. 

   Hey, knothaids! Prepare the toasted marshmallows while yo' little unknown gran'pappy, Old Doc Panurge, takes a last tug at his beard, rears back on his hind legs and reaches for his shovel. 

   I had always thought that nobody in the world, not even Joe Gilbert, could induce me to betray my ignorance right out in public like this. If I weren't a regular Tarzan of the Apes, I'd most likely have fainted when I read in FFM Joe's reference to me as an "authority"; because, you understand, I make no claims to being an expert on Munsey fantasy. It does happen that I have the magazines. I am a collector, and a general reader. 

   For some reason well obscured amid the ramifications of the editorial mind, J.G. thinks that there might be six or eight fans who would be interested in a sort of haphazard discussion of the ancient Musey fantasies and near-fantasies. I think that a good way to express it, for every time I talk to Joe I seem to ring in a story or two that he says isn't fantasy at all. So maybe I don't even know a fantasy when I see one, in which case ain't I a fine guy to be writing this article? But I believe it to be true that the old-time Munsey editors would publish almost any kind of story, so long as it was off the beaten track; certainly it was part of their policy to be constantly on the alert for new writers, new twists, new fields. As a result some of the tales are quite difficult to classify. I am glad to note, though, that some well-known fans, such as Farsaci ((Pardon me, Butch, but I'd just like to say that the final issue of Farsaci's very popular Golden Atom can be obtained from him for 15¢ at 48 Lewis St., Rochester, N.Y. A juicy item for anyone's collection. JG)), seem to be in accord with me in the inclination to discuss stories that either have small elements of fantasy or else are not essentially fantasy at all. Why, indeed, should we adhere too closely to definition? A tale that carries a dream-like atmosphere-- that is a fantasy, so far as I'm concerned. For example, consider the series about the cave man that Paul L. Anderson used to do. The Cave That Swims on the Water, Up From the Abyss, The Trampling Horde, The Lord of the Winged Death, etc.

Saving...

SOUTHERN STAR The Munsey Panorama Page 20 either, and his only reactions are a hollow cough and a slightly baffled expression. McQueen, however, plays one last card. "I know what's the matter with the dope; he thinks he's an old man. Thinks it's time for him to ease himself out of the fantasy field and go back to his classics. He's afraid somebody'll crack about his age. He's scared, that's what!" "No such a dam' thing!" hollers Panurge, throwing back the bed covers and getting one foot on the floor. "Where's that T-writer? I'm as young as anybody! I'll write you articles till you'll wish to high heaven I'd get tired and quit!" "Come on, Paul," says Mac, and hustles Joe out the door. "Let's go. When he gets both feet on the floor you are going to hear the gosh-awfullest cussing you ever heard in your life. It's no fit thing for our young and innocent ears!" Part I. INTRODUCTION Bibliography: The Cavelier, October, 1908 --May 9, 1914, inclusive. (Complete). The All-Story Weekly, March 7, 1914-- July 17, 1920, inclusive. The Argosy, January, 1910, to date. Hey, knothaids! Prepare the toasted marshmallows while yo' little unknown gran'pappy, Old Doc Panurge, takes a last tug at his beard, rears back on his hind legs and reaches for his shovel. I had always thought that nobody in the world, not even Joe Gilbert, could induce me to betray my ignorance right out in public like this. If I weren't a regular Tarzan of the Apes, I'd most likely have fainted when I read in FFM Joe's reference to me as an "authority"; because, you understand, I make no claims to being an expert on Munsey fantasy. It does happen that I have the magazines. I am a collector, and a general reader. For some reason well obscured amid the ramifications of the editorial mind, J.G. thinks that there might be six or eight fans who would be interested in a sort of haphazard discussion of the ancient Musey fantasies and near-fantasies. I think that a good way to express it, for every time I talk to Joe I seem to ring in a story or two that he says isn't fantasy at all. So maybe I don't even know a fantasy when I see one, in which case ain't I a fine guy to be writing this article? But I believe it to be true that the old-time Munsey editors would publish almost any kind of story, so long as it was off the beaten track; certainly it was part of their policy to be constantly on the alert for new writers, new twists, new fields. As a result some of the tales are quite difficult to classify. I am glad to note, though, that some well-known fans, such as Farsaci ((Pardon me, Butch, but I'd just like to say that the final issue of Farsaci's very popular Golden Atom can be obtained from him for 15¢ at 48 Lewis St., Rochester, N.Y. A juicy item for anyone's collection. JG)), seem to be in accord with me in the inclination to discuss stories that either have small elements of fantasy or else are not essentially fantasy at all. Why, indeed, should we adhere too closely to definition? A tale that carries a dream-like atmosphere-- that is a fantasy, so far as I'm concerned. For example, consider the series about the cave man that Paul L. Anderson used to do. The Cave That Swims on the Water, Up From the Abyss, The Trampling Horde, The Lord of the Winged Death, etc.