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Phantagraph, v. 8, issue 3, whole 32, August 1940

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CONTRIBUTER'S CLUB

Doc Lowndes has just re-turned from a month's vaga-bonding on Shaardol and is collecting notes for a volume which Arkham House will probably bring out next season.  You will remember, of course, the hilarious accounts of his expedition to Pellucidar -- and, from what your columnist has seen of the work-in-progress, it is no let-down. . . . Wylie has departed for parts unknown, but it is suspect-ed that the incumbent trouble on Ganymede has some connection.  Perhaps tis best to mention that "the Lieutenant", as he has come to be known (he has consistently refused to accept a higher titu-lar rank) has fought on both sides in no less than a dozen minor rebellions and figured highly in the successful campaign against the Vorpial Combine some twenty years ago. . . . Wilfred Owen Morley should be known to all through his anthologies of imaginative verse and fantastic drawings, which have appeared regularly, now, for six years.  Morley, himself, has published a number of volumes, orthodox as to slimness, but anything but in content... . . S. D. Gottesman lives in a blue house, raises giant cockroaches which he has trained to march in military formations, scribbles Latin sonnets over his walls, then repaints them - always blue - - and manufactures 200 proof brandy, which he, himself, drinks by the gallon with-out showing any ill effects.  Every now and then he goes to a doctor for a complete physical once-over and then makes a tour of public schools as an example of perfect teetotalism. . . . Dick Wilson is a mild-looking young man who writes incredibly bloodthirsty novels.  He has a charming wife (who everyone not in the know takes for his sister) and the two can be found at the 42d Street bar, chatting, with intermittent flashes of fiendish plots and ideas for another Wilson chiller. . . . Dale Hart is a very serious fellow who should have been born a hundred or so years back.  We great ly fear that this wicked age will be the end of him sooner or later.  However, he does seem to manage

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CONTRIBUTER'S CLUB Doc Lowndes has just re-turned from a month's vaga-bonding on Shaardol and is collecting notes for a volume which Arkham House will probably bring out next season. You will remember, of course, the hilarious accounts of his expedition to Pellucidar -- and, from what your columnist has seen of the work-in-progress, it is no let-down. . . . Wylie has departed for parts unknown, but it is suspect-ed that the incumbent trouble on Ganymede has some connection. Perhaps tis best to mention that "the Lieutenant", as he has come to be known (he has consistently refused to accept a higher titu-lar rank) has fought on both sides in no less than a dozen minor rebellions and figured highly in the successful campaign against the Vorpial Combine some twenty years ago. . . . Wilfred Owen Morley should be known to all through his anthologies of imaginative verse and fantastic drawings, which have appeared regularly, now, for six years. Morley, himself, has published a number of volumes, orthodox as to slimness, but anything but in content... . . S. D. Gottesman lives in a blue house, raises giant cockroaches which he has trained to march in military formations, scribbles Latin sonnets over his walls, then repaints them - always blue - - and manufactures 200 proof brandy, which he, himself, drinks by the gallon with-out showing any ill effects. Every now and then he goes to a doctor for a complete physical once-over and then makes a tour of public schools as an example of perfect teetotalism. . . . Dick Wilson is a mild-looking young man who writes incredibly bloodthirsty novels. He has a charming wife (who everyone not in the know takes for his sister) and the two can be found at the 42d Street bar, chatting, with intermittent flashes of fiendish plots and ideas for another Wilson chiller. . . . Dale Hart is a very serious fellow who should have been born a hundred or so years back. We great ly fear that this wicked age will be the end of him sooner or later. However, he does seem to manage