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A Tale of the 'Evans, v. 3, issue 4, Fall 1945

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Saturday morning, and entrained again, this time for Fargo, N.D., and my first meeting with the lovely Lorraine Dunkelberger. Of course I had to see HIM, too, but that was a mere incidental -- one of those hideous things one puts up with for the greater pleasure of something worthwhile. (Kidding aside, which I do continually about them, these Dunkelbergers are two of the swellest people anyone can wish to meet, a statement which will be completely endorsed by any one who knows either or both of them.)

By some mischance, when I arrived at Fargo no one was there to meet me, even though I had telegraphed ahead the time of my arrival. After looking about the platform for some minutes, I went inside the station to see about my tickets and reservations for the next stage of my trip. Being through with that business, I returned to the platform and looked hopefully about me, but still no welcoming committee. Then I took a taxi to Dunk's home, and was greeted by Lorraine and several of the Four J's.

I found then that the boys (for Art Saha was also in Fargo for a visit), had gone to the other station to meet me, I having some months previously mentioned that railroad, and neglecting to tell of the later change in my routing. Also, it developed that while I was in the station seeing about my tickets, the boys had been to that station and looked around, but missed me. However, we finally all got together, and a most glorious week-end was enjoyed by all and sundry.

There was entirely too much going on for me to detail it all in this article, along with all the other things I have to tell. Suffice it to say that it was a typical fan-gathering, attended by the Dunks, Saha,  Roy Paetzke, K. Martin Carlson, Dan Olson, and some others who were not strictly fans, but welcome additions to the gathering. We had photos taken, we listened to music, we gabbed, we ate, we played a game Liebscher won't like to have me mention, we gabbed, we ate, we looked at books, mags and originals, we gabbed, we ate, we worked on mags and signed cards and stencils and programs, we gabbed, we ate, we had a marvellous time. Somehow or other, we even manged to get in a wee bit of sleep.

Dunk has told of the fire, so I won't go into that, except that it created a bit of excitement, and thankfulness that it happened before the theatre was opened, rather than when it was packed with an audience which, on the first show Sunday afternoon, would probably be largely composed of children.

((Re-reading what I have just written, I see that I failed to recount my meeting, in Minneapolis, with Clifford Simak, well-known STF pro-writer of many fine tales. He is a very entertaining talked, and intensely interested in fandom. Was so sorry that we could not have had more than the half-hour together we did.I also tried to get in touch with manse Brackney, but he was at work, and I was bust at other things during the evening when I might have contacted him.))

Came Monday morning, and very reluctantly I pried myself away to the train on the next part of my trip. But I want again to state that one of the greatest high-lights of my trip was that stay in Fargo, and any fan who gets near enough for a visit with those grand people and doesn't do it, deserves the regrets that will always be his for such neglect.

One of the boys who had considered coming to Fargo was Walter A.

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Saturday morning, and entrained again, this time for Fargo, N.D., and my first meeting with the lovely Lorraine Dunkelberger. Of course I had to see HIM, too, but that was a mere incidental -- one of those hideous things one puts up with for the greater pleasure of something worthwhile. (Kidding aside, which I do continually about them, these Dunkelbergers are two of the swellest people anyone can wish to meet, a statement which will be completely endorsed by any one who knows either or both of them.) By some mischance, when I arrived at Fargo no one was there to meet me, even though I had telegraphed ahead the time of my arrival. After looking about the platform for some minutes, I went inside the station to see about my tickets and reservations for the next stage of my trip. Being through with that business, I returned to the platform and looked hopefully about me, but still no welcoming committee. Then I took a taxi to Dunk's home, and was greeted by Lorraine and several of the Four J's. I found then that the boys (for Art Saha was also in Fargo for a visit), had gone to the other station to meet me, I having some months previously mentioned that railroad, and neglecting to tell of the later change in my routing. Also, it developed that while I was in the station seeing about my tickets, the boys had been to that station and looked around, but missed me. However, we finally all got together, and a most glorious week-end was enjoyed by all and sundry. There was entirely too much going on for me to detail it all in this article, along with all the other things I have to tell. Suffice it to say that it was a typical fan-gathering, attended by the Dunks, Saha, Roy Paetzke, K. Martin Carlson, Dan Olson, and some others who were not strictly fans, but welcome additions to the gathering. We had photos taken, we listened to music, we gabbed, we ate, we played a game Liebscher won't like to have me mention, we gabbed, we ate, we looked at books, mags and originals, we gabbed, we ate, we worked on mags and signed cards and stencils and programs, we gabbed, we ate, we had a marvellous time. Somehow or other, we even manged to get in a wee bit of sleep. Dunk has told of the fire, so I won't go into that, except that it created a bit of excitement, and thankfulness that it happened before the theatre was opened, rather than when it was packed with an audience which, on the first show Sunday afternoon, would probably be largely composed of children. ((Re-reading what I have just written, I see that I failed to recount my meeting, in Minneapolis, with Clifford Simak, well-known STF pro-writer of many fine tales. He is a very entertaining talked, and intensely interested in fandom. Was so sorry that we could not have had more than the half-hour together we did.I also tried to get in touch with manse Brackney, but he was at work, and I was bust at other things during the evening when I might have contacted him.)) Came Monday morning, and very reluctantly I pried myself away to the train on the next part of my trip. But I want again to state that one of the greatest high-lights of my trip was that stay in Fargo, and any fan who gets near enough for a visit with those grand people and doesn't do it, deserves the regrets that will always be his for such neglect. One of the boys who had considered coming to Fargo was Walter A.