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

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April, 1941     SUN SPOTS     Page 9.

Another half an hour with intermittent cussing at Maw for not making him come in and wait wondering where the devil they were. Fantastic suggestions ranged from them getting themselves pisked up by a couple of our women of the streets, or barging into a local tavern, to an auto wreck. Finally we decided that Ted had returned to Wiggins', but finding him missing had returned to his hotel. We assumed he would stay at a hotel, so after some fast and smooth talking I managed to use a neighbor's unlimited phone. I was now about ten o'clock. Going down the endliss list of hotels from our swankiest to the less respectible (no reflection on Ted's character) and no one had a Ted ot Thadeoud Dikty registered there. In fact some of them suspected me of some gag or something, I had a perticularly humorous but highly unprintable conversation with a lady(?) whose establishment had dropped all respectability.
Coming home in defeat, I was surprised to find Wiggins in my den with Joe and Roy. He had been talking with Willard Hawkins( a pro-author of several stf stories) about a play to be written for the Denvention and had consequently been late. He knew nothing about Dikty being in town and we told him the story. Soon Maw came in and asked if we had found Ted(she had been out). In desperation we asked her to describe the elusive individual again, and she calmly told us that it was the boy that came in later on. We stared at each other in incomprehension. She asked us them what his name was and Wiggins told her it was correctly Richard Kindig, but to us "Kinny". All of a sudden it dawned on us that he had told her he was DICK Kindig, and here was the solution of the bedlam.
For fifteen minutes we roared at our stupidity, which was probably mostly mine but all the facts were before us all. It may seem obvious to you, but in that case you posses Miske's alleged intellect or I have set this down so it's obvious. At any rate we went to the nearest liquor store and purchased two quarts of cheap wine. We returned to talk and drink. The meeting ended at 5 AM Sunday morning, with a final shorse of Beer Barrel Polka, Down the O-Hi-O, and Rag Time Cowboy Joe amid many heaping ash trays and empty glasses. With that the memorable ocassion broke up and each member wended his way homeward to gather his sunday paper in his arms and stagger into the house to read Buck Rogers and then turn in.
Now you know why I said you would be glad you're not living in the Denvention City with us Denver drips. Needless to say, Kinny has not been told other than Ted Dikty was never located, for I am sure he'd appreciate our wasting his gas while looking for himself!

THE _ END

ATTENTION: LEW MARTIN, it's been three months now, and you have never sent Gerry de la Ree and Roderick Gaetz their Membership cards and stickers for the CFS, which they joined right after Christmas. Please attend to this at once. - - -Also SUN SPOTS did not receive a copy of the last ALCHEMIST, and would appreciate your sending of same if by chance you over looked us. Thank you.-Eds.
ATTENTION: J. Unger, We would like to trade with you on following basis. We send you all issues of SSp(one a month) for all of FANTASY FICTION FIELD(4 a month). The no. of pages add up to about the same. Please contact us soon and tell us your answer. Thank you--Eds.

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April, 1941 SUN SPOTS Page 9. Another half an hour with intermittent cussing at Maw for not making him come in and wait wondering where the devil they were. Fantastic suggestions ranged from them getting themselves pisked up by a couple of our women of the streets, or barging into a local tavern, to an auto wreck. Finally we decided that Ted had returned to Wiggins', but finding him missing had returned to his hotel. We assumed he would stay at a hotel, so after some fast and smooth talking I managed to use a neighbor's unlimited phone. I was now about ten o'clock. Going down the endliss list of hotels from our swankiest to the less respectible (no reflection on Ted's character) and no one had a Ted ot Thadeoud Dikty registered there. In fact some of them suspected me of some gag or something, I had a perticularly humorous but highly unprintable conversation with a lady(?) whose establishment had dropped all respectability. Coming home in defeat, I was surprised to find Wiggins in my den with Joe and Roy. He had been talking with Willard Hawkins( a pro-author of several stf stories) about a play to be written for the Denvention and had consequently been late. He knew nothing about Dikty being in town and we told him the story. Soon Maw came in and asked if we had found Ted(she had been out). In desperation we asked her to describe the elusive individual again, and she calmly told us that it was the boy that came in later on. We stared at each other in incomprehension. She asked us them what his name was and Wiggins told her it was correctly Richard Kindig, but to us "Kinny". All of a sudden it dawned on us that he had told her he was DICK Kindig, and here was the solution of the bedlam. For fifteen minutes we roared at our stupidity, which was probably mostly mine but all the facts were before us all. It may seem obvious to you, but in that case you posses Miske's alleged intellect or I have set this down so it's obvious. At any rate we went to the nearest liquor store and purchased two quarts of cheap wine. We returned to talk and drink. The meeting ended at 5 AM Sunday morning, with a final shorse of Beer Barrel Polka, Down the O-Hi-O, and Rag Time Cowboy Joe amid many heaping ash trays and empty glasses. With that the memorable ocassion broke up and each member wended his way homeward to gather his sunday paper in his arms and stagger into the house to read Buck Rogers and then turn in. Now you know why I said you would be glad you're not living in the Denvention City with us Denver drips. Needless to say, Kinny has not been told other than Ted Dikty was never located, for I am sure he'd appreciate our wasting his gas while looking for himself! THE _ END ATTENTION: LEW MARTIN, it's been three months now, and you have never sent Gerry de la Ree and Roderick Gaetz their Membership cards and stickers for the CFS, which they joined right after Christmas. Please attend to this at once. - - -Also SUN SPOTS did not receive a copy of the last ALCHEMIST, and would appreciate your sending of same if by chance you over looked us. Thank you.-Eds. ATTENTION: J. Unger, We would like to trade with you on following basis. We send you all issues of SSp(one a month) for all of FANTASY FICTION FIELD(4 a month). The no. of pages add up to about the same. Please contact us soon and tell us your answer. Thank you--Eds.