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Acolyte, v. 2, issue 3, whole no. 7, Summer 1944
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butes, even while his mind keeps telling him that she is a cold little chiseler who wants only his money. The growth of this obsession with the way the Roosian swims inside of her clothes, etc., would give the story the narrative progress it needs and which the author has tried to give it by repetitious returns to the gal Ward finally recognizes as Death. It would also give a dramatic build-up. The Roosian wouldn't have to get him to propose in an attack of amnesia. In fact, the real edge of the story could be made to cut in the present. Now it is smothered in the past. [first three words underlined] (The editors interrupt: This is all very well, but had the story been handled as you suggest, we question if it would have come under the heading of fantasy. This of course would have made no difference, but the thought occured [sic] to us in passing.....Also, while we have the floor , we should like to mention that, while [underlined] The Acolyte's old taboo against "I liked this; I didn't like that" will remain in force, we will from now on publish occasional comments on the contents of previous issues--[underlined] provided they come under the heading of constructive criticism. FTL-SDR) [line break] ----oo0oo---- [first line underlined] Sgt. R. A. HOFFMAN, Acolyte art editor, reports from "Somewhere in Texas" on his visit to the home of Lilith Lorraine, noted poet: ...I visited San Antonio, which I found to be a primitive, degenerate town, and telephoned Lilith Lorraine, mentioning that CAS had insisted I look her up....She and her husband met me in their car, and drove me out to their Shrine [underlined] (Avalon Poetry Shrine. --eds.). As we entered the grounds, I heard the barking of what seemed to be myriad dogs, though it turned out to be only three--two of them Russian wolf and the other a crossbreed between Russian wolf and spitz. All were beautiful creatures and very friendly. Inside I was startled to find a veritable menagerie. A large parrot was quietly perched inside its huge cage which sat on the floor, and two cats were snarling at each other. They also have a monkey, but it was asleep in bed at the time, though later she brought it out. Miss Lorraine is a most amazing person, and going out there was a most fascinating adventure. She and her husband have been married 33 years, but she says she is all the time receiving love letters from strangers. She prefers her pen-name so much that even her husband calls her Miss Lorraine sometimes! They are both native Texans, and she is complete with drawl and all. She has a charming personality and a fine sense of humor. I had only 2 1/2 hours before my bus, and every minute was spent in incessant conversation or in listening to Lilith read us some of her verse. She read me selections from her then as yet unpublished book, [title underlined] The Day of Judgement (Banner Press, 1944), and I was completely caught in her spell, totally swept away with them. She showed me the shrine itself, and the sunken garden, though unfortunately it was late at night, and the floodlights did not give the proper perspective we would have desired....Miss Lorraine thinks CAS the finest American poet since Poe.... [line break] ----oo0oo---- [first line underlined] WILLIS E. HURD, President of the AMERICAN JULES VERNE SOCIETY, writes from Arlington, Virginia: A few years ago I had an article in [title underlined] Hobbies Magazine (Aug.1936) entitled, [title underlined] A Collector and His Jules Verne... Then I began receiving replies from other Verne fans...I met James C. Iraldi, leading Verne fan, in a bookshop in Boston...Meanwhile other collectors wrote me, and eventually I had a considerable correspondence, some of it centering around New York. One day I broached the subject of a Society, just to cement us seven or eight collectors into a solid mass, and with no other particular purpose in mind. We set on the date of May 20, 1940 [centered] -- 26 --
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butes, even while his mind keeps telling him that she is a cold little chiseler who wants only his money. The growth of this obsession with the way the Roosian swims inside of her clothes, etc., would give the story the narrative progress it needs and which the author has tried to give it by repetitious returns to the gal Ward finally recognizes as Death. It would also give a dramatic build-up. The Roosian wouldn't have to get him to propose in an attack of amnesia. In fact, the real edge of the story could be made to cut in the present. Now it is smothered in the past. [first three words underlined] (The editors interrupt: This is all very well, but had the story been handled as you suggest, we question if it would have come under the heading of fantasy. This of course would have made no difference, but the thought occured [sic] to us in passing.....Also, while we have the floor , we should like to mention that, while [underlined] The Acolyte's old taboo against "I liked this; I didn't like that" will remain in force, we will from now on publish occasional comments on the contents of previous issues--[underlined] provided they come under the heading of constructive criticism. FTL-SDR) [line break] ----oo0oo---- [first line underlined] Sgt. R. A. HOFFMAN, Acolyte art editor, reports from "Somewhere in Texas" on his visit to the home of Lilith Lorraine, noted poet: ...I visited San Antonio, which I found to be a primitive, degenerate town, and telephoned Lilith Lorraine, mentioning that CAS had insisted I look her up....She and her husband met me in their car, and drove me out to their Shrine [underlined] (Avalon Poetry Shrine. --eds.). As we entered the grounds, I heard the barking of what seemed to be myriad dogs, though it turned out to be only three--two of them Russian wolf and the other a crossbreed between Russian wolf and spitz. All were beautiful creatures and very friendly. Inside I was startled to find a veritable menagerie. A large parrot was quietly perched inside its huge cage which sat on the floor, and two cats were snarling at each other. They also have a monkey, but it was asleep in bed at the time, though later she brought it out. Miss Lorraine is a most amazing person, and going out there was a most fascinating adventure. She and her husband have been married 33 years, but she says she is all the time receiving love letters from strangers. She prefers her pen-name so much that even her husband calls her Miss Lorraine sometimes! They are both native Texans, and she is complete with drawl and all. She has a charming personality and a fine sense of humor. I had only 2 1/2 hours before my bus, and every minute was spent in incessant conversation or in listening to Lilith read us some of her verse. She read me selections from her then as yet unpublished book, [title underlined] The Day of Judgement (Banner Press, 1944), and I was completely caught in her spell, totally swept away with them. She showed me the shrine itself, and the sunken garden, though unfortunately it was late at night, and the floodlights did not give the proper perspective we would have desired....Miss Lorraine thinks CAS the finest American poet since Poe.... [line break] ----oo0oo---- [first line underlined] WILLIS E. HURD, President of the AMERICAN JULES VERNE SOCIETY, writes from Arlington, Virginia: A few years ago I had an article in [title underlined] Hobbies Magazine (Aug.1936) entitled, [title underlined] A Collector and His Jules Verne... Then I began receiving replies from other Verne fans...I met James C. Iraldi, leading Verne fan, in a bookshop in Boston...Meanwhile other collectors wrote me, and eventually I had a considerable correspondence, some of it centering around New York. One day I broached the subject of a Society, just to cement us seven or eight collectors into a solid mass, and with no other particular purpose in mind. We set on the date of May 20, 1940 [centered] -- 26 --
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