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Cosmic Tales, v. 2, issue 1, Summer 1939
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36 COSMIC TALES SPEER'S SCRIBBLINGS By JACK SPEER RANDOM PERSONAL AND UNIMPORTANT OBSERVATIONS ON THE WSFC -- Arriving at 1:00 AM NY time, I subwayed out to Flushing Main Street, and sometime in the wee sma's found 137-07 but all was dark, so went back to Main Street, looking at the Yankee monument ("pax vobiscum"), getting something to eat, dragging Main, and dozing. Sunup found me on Flushing Flats, where Wollheim once suggested Taurasi build shacks to accommodate the fans coming to the Conv, shooting the Tr & Per, etc, and at 6:15 I rang T1 Duce out of bed, greeting him with "You eel Doochay of Flushing Flats? My name Hoy Ping Pong. Where's the Convention?"... He was still woozy from getting to bed at 3AM, when he asked if Bristol had come,I replied that , it being his birthday, he had to stay in DC till noon. Jimmy accepted it without question, as JAB had written him to that effect, but some time later he embarrassed me by asking me again. It developed he'd been asleep on his feet the first time he asked .... We discussed sociology over coffee and sweet milk and I looked over his den. Then off to Sykora's to find that bold gentle man had risen early to continue mimeoing New Fandom. Iron men, these "futilitarians"... When Jimmy, Millie and I found the convention hall doorway, among those who had already arrived were 4SJ and Movojo, about whose costumes you've no doubt heard palenty. Tho you may have, it's probable you haven't heard they originally hoped, if quite a few Angelenos could attend, to be able to engage a private railway car, fix it up like a rocketship and come to NY with word that the Men from Mars had arrived, thus getting all sorts of publicity for the WSFC, science-fiction, and fandom generally ... Outstanding impression of the J in the days that followed was of his retiring disposition. Wiggins, or whoever it was that said he thot Forry talks too much, was judging not by personal contacts, which, as sleeping Giant Wilson shows leads to large misconceptions...The J wore the monad of Technology on front of one shoulder of his costume, and a five-pointed star on the other. Hornig also carried the Esperanto star. (The second night, Agnew walked with them for fifteen minutes and came out clucking "virage, domo, hundoj", etc. Very sad.) When I returned from the Penn Station with my luggage, the Philly boys appeared and gave me a much-needed hand, remarking the while that the first flight had already started, and, "We've got to get up there and pound some sense into Jimmy and Will"... As it turned out, since the two Triumvirs wanting to exclude the Quadrumvirate won out, and Wollheim & Co weren't present, it was nearly the last fight, the only other time when dissension flared openly being when an upstate New York fan rose at the conclusion of the eulogies, and onto the end of a not very Michelistic speech on the purpose of science-fiction clipped a request for a vote on letting the Reds in, OIly Will fumbled over it .... It was really pitiful, how Michel, Wollheim, Gillespie, Lowndes, and one or two others (Futurians Wilson, Perri, et all were admitted on good behavior) hung around outside all the first day, talking to those who came out; they never got beyond the foyer of the Convention hall. Naturally, I talked to those of both sides, but didn't attend the Futurian confab which was held the third day, as I wanted to get all there was to get out
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36 COSMIC TALES SPEER'S SCRIBBLINGS By JACK SPEER RANDOM PERSONAL AND UNIMPORTANT OBSERVATIONS ON THE WSFC -- Arriving at 1:00 AM NY time, I subwayed out to Flushing Main Street, and sometime in the wee sma's found 137-07 but all was dark, so went back to Main Street, looking at the Yankee monument ("pax vobiscum"), getting something to eat, dragging Main, and dozing. Sunup found me on Flushing Flats, where Wollheim once suggested Taurasi build shacks to accommodate the fans coming to the Conv, shooting the Tr & Per, etc, and at 6:15 I rang T1 Duce out of bed, greeting him with "You eel Doochay of Flushing Flats? My name Hoy Ping Pong. Where's the Convention?"... He was still woozy from getting to bed at 3AM, when he asked if Bristol had come,I replied that , it being his birthday, he had to stay in DC till noon. Jimmy accepted it without question, as JAB had written him to that effect, but some time later he embarrassed me by asking me again. It developed he'd been asleep on his feet the first time he asked .... We discussed sociology over coffee and sweet milk and I looked over his den. Then off to Sykora's to find that bold gentle man had risen early to continue mimeoing New Fandom. Iron men, these "futilitarians"... When Jimmy, Millie and I found the convention hall doorway, among those who had already arrived were 4SJ and Movojo, about whose costumes you've no doubt heard palenty. Tho you may have, it's probable you haven't heard they originally hoped, if quite a few Angelenos could attend, to be able to engage a private railway car, fix it up like a rocketship and come to NY with word that the Men from Mars had arrived, thus getting all sorts of publicity for the WSFC, science-fiction, and fandom generally ... Outstanding impression of the J in the days that followed was of his retiring disposition. Wiggins, or whoever it was that said he thot Forry talks too much, was judging not by personal contacts, which, as sleeping Giant Wilson shows leads to large misconceptions...The J wore the monad of Technology on front of one shoulder of his costume, and a five-pointed star on the other. Hornig also carried the Esperanto star. (The second night, Agnew walked with them for fifteen minutes and came out clucking "virage, domo, hundoj", etc. Very sad.) When I returned from the Penn Station with my luggage, the Philly boys appeared and gave me a much-needed hand, remarking the while that the first flight had already started, and, "We've got to get up there and pound some sense into Jimmy and Will"... As it turned out, since the two Triumvirs wanting to exclude the Quadrumvirate won out, and Wollheim & Co weren't present, it was nearly the last fight, the only other time when dissension flared openly being when an upstate New York fan rose at the conclusion of the eulogies, and onto the end of a not very Michelistic speech on the purpose of science-fiction clipped a request for a vote on letting the Reds in, OIly Will fumbled over it .... It was really pitiful, how Michel, Wollheim, Gillespie, Lowndes, and one or two others (Futurians Wilson, Perri, et all were admitted on good behavior) hung around outside all the first day, talking to those who came out; they never got beyond the foyer of the Convention hall. Naturally, I talked to those of both sides, but didn't attend the Futurian confab which was held the third day, as I wanted to get all there was to get out
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