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Sun Spots, v. 3, issue 3, whole no. 11, October 5, 1940

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October 5, 1940.    SUN SPOTS   Page 15.

WELCOMING IN SHANGRI-LA
by
J.J. Fortier

     As most of you fans know, by now, Tom Wright and myself took a trip to Shangri-LA this summer ((LA-Los Angeles-ed)). It was a most unusual manner in which we arrived   at a conclusion to some, sending telegrams back and forth, endeavoring to arrive at a suitable time and place for both to meet, I rushed off seventy words or so to Tom, then he retaliated with ten or so, Anyway, that being beyond the point, we both met on a Santa Fe Golden Gate Streamliner at Fresno and from there we took a bus at Bakersfield to Los Angeles.
      We wandered around the station for a few moments looking for the baggage department, but finally found it underneath a host of patrons. I had noticed a woman and a boy who looked just like I imagined Morojo and some fan might look. However, I ignored them until the one resembling Morojo stepped up and asked Tom:"Are you Tom Wright? I'm Morojo!" I can't understand anyone not knowing that it was Tom, for he had stickers plastered from top to bottom of his suitcase, I guess Morojo had a lovely wait, for we had intended arriving at four-thirty, only to get there at five-thirty.
     Vodoso, now known as Vorodo, Morojo, our hostess, Tom Wright, my companion; and Joe Fortier, myself (What goes on here?) dined together at Cliftons Cafeteria feasting lushciiously [sic] on the blue-plate special, Oh, well, never hurts to save, a bit.
     Well, after that Tom sent a telegram to his mother to let her know all was well, and Morojo and I lounged around lazily in the Western Union sending office. From there we went to Morojo's, where we stayed for a few days. We were quite astounded to see her marvelous collection, and the fairly complete collection that the library posseses.(No--We didn't read any being that there was a horrible one cent charge per mag,, per night!)
     It might be interesting to note, at this time, that Morojo's
room is lined with dozens of originals, I can't blame the editors for giving them away, since it was almost all hack work like Eron Wright,etc. Don't get me wrong, for there were some good ones too.
Her fan-mags were most interesting containing magazines of mine, or
with my work in them, I can see that Myrtle appreciates a g̲o̲o̲d̲ collectors item!
     Ackerman dropped over that evening, and we had a nice friendly chat, discussing fan number fifteen, favorite authors, favorite fan and pro-mags, and so on. It was discovered that I am fan no,
15, and this led to some hilarious jokes by Forry, such as: "Who was that ladle I saw you with last night? That was no ladle—that was my knife!" Yes, dear reader, I understand eggsaxely [sic] how you feel, I
thought the joke was splitting rotten, myself.
      That night we had quite an honer [honor?] by sleeping in the room next to a professional author. He kept Charlie Hornig awake most of the night discussing the laurels of his msgs. Funny thing is, that we
didn't find much to sayi We found out the next day that even Chuck himself didn't like Science Fiction Quartly, (Courtesy T. Bruce Yerke).
     Many amazing discoveries were made concerning 4E, some of them

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October 5, 1940. SUN SPOTS Page 15. WELCOMING IN SHANGRI-LA by J.J. Fortier As most of you fans know, by now, Tom Wright and myself took a trip to Shangri-LA this summer ((LA-Los Angeles-ed)). It was a most unusual manner in which we arrived at a conclusion to some, sending telegrams back and forth, endeavoring to arrive at a suitable time and place for both to meet, I rushed off seventy words or so to Tom, then he retaliated with ten or so, Anyway, that being beyond the point, we both met on a Santa Fe Golden Gate Streamliner at Fresno and from there we took a bus at Bakersfield to Los Angeles. We wandered around the station for a few moments looking for the baggage department, but finally found it underneath a host of patrons. I had noticed a woman and a boy who looked just like I imagined Morojo and some fan might look. However, I ignored them until the one resembling Morojo stepped up and asked Tom:"Are you Tom Wright? I'm Morojo!" I can't understand anyone not knowing that it was Tom, for he had stickers plastered from top to bottom of his suitcase, I guess Morojo had a lovely wait, for we had intended arriving at four-thirty, only to get there at five-thirty. Vodoso, now known as Vorodo, Morojo, our hostess, Tom Wright, my companion; and Joe Fortier, myself (What goes on here?) dined together at Cliftons Cafeteria feasting lushciiously [sic] on the blue-plate special, Oh, well, never hurts to save, a bit. Well, after that Tom sent a telegram to his mother to let her know all was well, and Morojo and I lounged around lazily in the Western Union sending office. From there we went to Morojo's, where we stayed for a few days. We were quite astounded to see her marvelous collection, and the fairly complete collection that the library posseses.(No--We didn't read any being that there was a horrible one cent charge per mag,, per night!) It might be interesting to note, at this time, that Morojo's room is lined with dozens of originals, I can't blame the editors for giving them away, since it was almost all hack work like Eron Wright,etc. Don't get me wrong, for there were some good ones too. Her fan-mags were most interesting containing magazines of mine, or with my work in them, I can see that Myrtle appreciates a g̲o̲o̲d̲ collectors item! Ackerman dropped over that evening, and we had a nice friendly chat, discussing fan number fifteen, favorite authors, favorite fan and pro-mags, and so on. It was discovered that I am fan no, 15, and this led to some hilarious jokes by Forry, such as: "Who was that ladle I saw you with last night? That was no ladle—that was my knife!" Yes, dear reader, I understand eggsaxely [sic] how you feel, I thought the joke was splitting rotten, myself. That night we had quite an honer [honor?] by sleeping in the room next to a professional author. He kept Charlie Hornig awake most of the night discussing the laurels of his msgs. Funny thing is, that we didn't find much to sayi We found out the next day that even Chuck himself didn't like Science Fiction Quartly, (Courtesy T. Bruce Yerke). Many amazing discoveries were made concerning 4E, some of them Continued on page 17.