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Sun Spots, v. 5, issue 1, whole no. 17, April 1941

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April, 1941     SUN SPOTS     Page 8.

THE DIKTY HOAX
By
l e w Martin

I'm sure, dear reader, that after you've read this you'll be considering yourself fortunate for not living in Denver. No other even there has caused so much hilarity and mutual ridicule as the approiately named, "Dikty Hoax". It all began on a Saturday night soon after Wiggins and myself had returned from our hectic ride from the Chicon, a la freight.
Having a small job after school and on Saturdays, I came home fairly tired Sat. afternoon and decided to grab a couple hours sleep to bolster me thru the meeting, for our meetings usually break up at six AM after breakfasting together. I was awakened by an insistant shaking by my mother and she informed me that it was seven o'clock, and some fan had been here by the name of Dick, or something.
Jumping from the bed, still half asleep, I told her that it must be Ted Dikty, for that was the only fan I knew of with that name. I soon became awakened, but the conclusion I had drawn remained. I asked her if he was in my den. She said he had told her he had called Wiggins and told him he'd be here, but since he wasn't, he'd drive down and get him. I tried vainly to get a description, but since he had come in the back where there was no light, and coupled with the fact that my mother isn't the most observing person in the world, I got a very sketchy description which could have fitted nine out of ten men. However, this only helped to confirm my suspicions I figured, and climbed into my convention outfit, which Art Widner, Wiggins, and several others had told me, is the damndest mess of lowd colors they ever saw, and prepared to wait for the guys to arrive.
About that time, Joe Nordlohne, a semi-fan, came in and I told him who I thought was here. We waited a short time, then growing impatient we decided to run down to the corner drug store and phone Wiggins. We got Mrs. Wiggins and she said Wiggins had left some time ago, and said something vague about Dikty or something, which I was unable to get, and then she hung up. As we extracted ourselves from the booth Roy Hunt walked in. He had been up to the house and learned that we had come down here to phone. The story was repeated, and each time I repeated, I was more convinced I was right. We went back to my house, and settled down in my den, discussing the thing in general and wondering why Ted Dikty would be coming out here. Soon there was a ring at the front door and I hurriedly answered it.
I was slightly disappointed for it was Richard Kindig(Kinny) and he came in. We told him then, and he believed he had remembered some fan by that name some time ago when he was more active. Well, we waited for some time, then decided to drive down to Wiggins in Kinny's car.-All the way down we kept a sharp lookout for any pedestrians resembling Dikty's description, which I had to repeat every two minutes for I was the only one who had seen him. We finally arrived at Wiggins' place and went up the stairs to his apartment. Mrs. Wiggins answered the door and she said he had left some time ago for my house. Well, we were in a fine mess. Wiggins and Dikty lost. Getting back in the car, we retraced our way to 1259 Race St. where we took up our waiting. Came ten O'clock and Kinny announced that he would have to depart for he had himself a skirt lined up, so he departed telling us to say hello to both Dikty and Wiggins when and if they showed up.

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April, 1941 SUN SPOTS Page 8. THE DIKTY HOAX By l e w Martin I'm sure, dear reader, that after you've read this you'll be considering yourself fortunate for not living in Denver. No other even there has caused so much hilarity and mutual ridicule as the approiately named, "Dikty Hoax". It all began on a Saturday night soon after Wiggins and myself had returned from our hectic ride from the Chicon, a la freight. Having a small job after school and on Saturdays, I came home fairly tired Sat. afternoon and decided to grab a couple hours sleep to bolster me thru the meeting, for our meetings usually break up at six AM after breakfasting together. I was awakened by an insistant shaking by my mother and she informed me that it was seven o'clock, and some fan had been here by the name of Dick, or something. Jumping from the bed, still half asleep, I told her that it must be Ted Dikty, for that was the only fan I knew of with that name. I soon became awakened, but the conclusion I had drawn remained. I asked her if he was in my den. She said he had told her he had called Wiggins and told him he'd be here, but since he wasn't, he'd drive down and get him. I tried vainly to get a description, but since he had come in the back where there was no light, and coupled with the fact that my mother isn't the most observing person in the world, I got a very sketchy description which could have fitted nine out of ten men. However, this only helped to confirm my suspicions I figured, and climbed into my convention outfit, which Art Widner, Wiggins, and several others had told me, is the damndest mess of lowd colors they ever saw, and prepared to wait for the guys to arrive. About that time, Joe Nordlohne, a semi-fan, came in and I told him who I thought was here. We waited a short time, then growing impatient we decided to run down to the corner drug store and phone Wiggins. We got Mrs. Wiggins and she said Wiggins had left some time ago, and said something vague about Dikty or something, which I was unable to get, and then she hung up. As we extracted ourselves from the booth Roy Hunt walked in. He had been up to the house and learned that we had come down here to phone. The story was repeated, and each time I repeated, I was more convinced I was right. We went back to my house, and settled down in my den, discussing the thing in general and wondering why Ted Dikty would be coming out here. Soon there was a ring at the front door and I hurriedly answered it. I was slightly disappointed for it was Richard Kindig(Kinny) and he came in. We told him then, and he believed he had remembered some fan by that name some time ago when he was more active. Well, we waited for some time, then decided to drive down to Wiggins in Kinny's car.-All the way down we kept a sharp lookout for any pedestrians resembling Dikty's description, which I had to repeat every two minutes for I was the only one who had seen him. We finally arrived at Wiggins' place and went up the stairs to his apartment. Mrs. Wiggins answered the door and she said he had left some time ago for my house. Well, we were in a fine mess. Wiggins and Dikty lost. Getting back in the car, we retraced our way to 1259 Race St. where we took up our waiting. Came ten O'clock and Kinny announced that he would have to depart for he had himself a skirt lined up, so he departed telling us to say hello to both Dikty and Wiggins when and if they showed up.