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Imagination, v. 2, issue 1, October 1938

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IMAGINATION! #13   38 Ack

have tried mixing them together. And that morning there came an eternal moment of clear understanding, showing me just what unqualified fools we science-fiction fans are. ~~ I have called this sonnet a portrait. To a small degree, tho, it is a composite photograph of all science-fiction fans. ~~ Of course, Madge, this is not the type of thing that you've been including within your charming self. But you've become so delightfully unpredictable, your womanly moods so variable, that I thot you might appreciate it. ~~ On second thot, Madge, you'll find two sonnets enclosed. The second is entitled 'A Sonnet Found in a Madhouse.' But, if you accept it, it will also be a 'Sonnet found in Imagination!' and Euclidean logic (Things equal to the same thing. . . ) will then tell us what imagination is. Or will it? (Madge is jealous. Perdue's poem concerns another woman--Nell--obviously "NL", or Wilson's News Letter. It concludes: "Why cage the cheese inside the chicken coop? Why beat bananas with the brazen bell? Until my lollipops can loop the loop, I'll love the contents of your clothes, dear Nell." Og's philogistines!) ~~ Another enclosure, Madge, is a three-cent stamp. That will be the postage for Fred Shroyer's column on 'God-Busting,' which the judges evidently thot was too good for you. As tho anything could be too good for you, my little vodka flower? Even tho Fred Shroyer may be a quarter-wit, as john bolin claims, he still writes intelligently and well. Aside: that three-center will also return these two comments of mine, I fear. ~~One more enclosure, Maggie, and I'll be thru. (Wassamalla, butch; envelop full?) It is now the twenty-seventh of August, and no September issue. Not having my books with me, I can't tell whether or no my subscription has run out. So, there's half a dollar's worth of threes scattered around this envelop, not counting the Shroyer special. Start the subscription running again, or if you're just a wee bit delayed in your appearance, Madge, extend my present one. In any case, don't forget to send out the Sept no. ~~ Frate via, ~~ Personal aside to Madge: How about next Friday nite, huh?" (Next Fri? Sorry, El, but already dated up by Vance. U know, Science Fiction Advance?)

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IMAGINATION! #13 38 Ack have tried mixing them together. And that morning there came an eternal moment of clear understanding, showing me just what unqualified fools we science-fiction fans are. ~~ I have called this sonnet a portrait. To a small degree, tho, it is a composite photograph of all science-fiction fans. ~~ Of course, Madge, this is not the type of thing that you've been including within your charming self. But you've become so delightfully unpredictable, your womanly moods so variable, that I thot you might appreciate it. ~~ On second thot, Madge, you'll find two sonnets enclosed. The second is entitled 'A Sonnet Found in a Madhouse.' But, if you accept it, it will also be a 'Sonnet found in Imagination!' and Euclidean logic (Things equal to the same thing. . . ) will then tell us what imagination is. Or will it? (Madge is jealous. Perdue's poem concerns another woman--Nell--obviously "NL", or Wilson's News Letter. It concludes: "Why cage the cheese inside the chicken coop? Why beat bananas with the brazen bell? Until my lollipops can loop the loop, I'll love the contents of your clothes, dear Nell." Og's philogistines!) ~~ Another enclosure, Madge, is a three-cent stamp. That will be the postage for Fred Shroyer's column on 'God-Busting,' which the judges evidently thot was too good for you. As tho anything could be too good for you, my little vodka flower? Even tho Fred Shroyer may be a quarter-wit, as john bolin claims, he still writes intelligently and well. Aside: that three-center will also return these two comments of mine, I fear. ~~One more enclosure, Maggie, and I'll be thru. (Wassamalla, butch; envelop full?) It is now the twenty-seventh of August, and no September issue. Not having my books with me, I can't tell whether or no my subscription has run out. So, there's half a dollar's worth of threes scattered around this envelop, not counting the Shroyer special. Start the subscription running again, or if you're just a wee bit delayed in your appearance, Madge, extend my present one. In any case, don't forget to send out the Sept no. ~~ Frate via, ~~ Personal aside to Madge: How about next Friday nite, huh?" (Next Fri? Sorry, El, but already dated up by Vance. U know, Science Fiction Advance?)