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Chaos, v. 1, issue 4, April 1945

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My with his pleasant praise and looked his name up in the Oakland-San Francisco telephone book to save myself the trouble of engaging in correspondence. That was the beginning of a practice that has netted Bell Telephone a hefty slice of their income.

So one day my erstwhile chum looked at a set of Arthur Kennedy's verses and said, Gee, we ought to put out a poetry fanmagazine. There's enough here for the entire first issue. All right, I said, let's put out a poetry fanmagazine. Then I forgot about it. 

A week later he phoned and said, Let's call the mag Sappho. Who's Sappho, I said, the name seems familiar. She was a prominent Lesbian, said Bill, a Greek poetess, too.

I've got a better idea, I said. Call it Aos. What's Aos? said Bill. Nothing, I said, just a word I made up. Of course I never believed we could put out a magazine for what the hell did BW know about mimeographing? /Silly boy./ I was ignorant of the process myself.

But the mag did come out and it was called Sappho -- it's still coming out and it's still called Sappho. So much for youthful doubts and speculations.

diablerie was another matter. I thought it was a nice little mag until I learned how heartily Willie detested folk who referred to his publications as "nice little mags". The list of Willie's devastations would fill another page. They range from George O. Edith, gentlemen who strive so madly to make an impression (aka Speer), carrots cooked in butter, violent exercise, exercise, sunlight and fresh air, most femme fans, most fans, Scotch whisky, critics of abstract art, fan friction, fan editors who accept pro-rejects from pro authors (see, no names. I know how to keep the peace.) prudes, nudes (whup!) and self-styled intellectuals. 

Watson's fanactivity should be, but isn't, curtailed by the progress of education and a part-time job, which includes editing News Magazine Digest -- syndicated news & stuff -- artisting for same & various other local magazines.

Personally my present impression of wee Willie is one of extraordinary versatility. He is an artist of professional technique & capability. His pseudonymed poetry shows emotion polish and originality. As a correspondent or essayist he is invariable apt, refreshing, a stylist of virtuosity. (And no tongue in the skeek intended, honest.) Someday I shall run through a number of his unpublished & for the most part unsubmitted fiction pieces and estimate his abilities as a short story writer.

Also he publishes some fanzines.

Like this one.

I like Bill. There are very few people I like.

But I like Bill.

Even outside of Chaos. /We love you too, kid./
--- George Ebey
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THERE'S NOTHING LIKE USING A FEW FILTHY CRACKS TO FILL A PAGE

Daugherty: Did you hear the one about the sailor who broke his arm trying to make a wave in the bathtub?

Brown: Now, but did you hear the one about the cannibal's daughter who liked the boys best when they were stewed?

Langley Searles : I'll show this to the post office authorities.

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My with his pleasant praise and looked his name up in the Oakland-San Francisco telephone book to save myself the trouble of engaging in correspondence. That was the beginning of a practice that has netted Bell Telephone a hefty slice of their income. So one day my erstwhile chum looked at a set of Arthur Kennedy's verses and said, Gee, we ought to put out a poetry fanmagazine. There's enough here for the entire first issue. All right, I said, let's put out a poetry fanmagazine. Then I forgot about it. A week later he phoned and said, Let's call the mag Sappho. Who's Sappho, I said, the name seems familiar. She was a prominent Lesbian, said Bill, a Greek poetess, too. I've got a better idea, I said. Call it Aos. What's Aos? said Bill. Nothing, I said, just a word I made up. Of course I never believed we could put out a magazine for what the hell did BW know about mimeographing? /Silly boy./ I was ignorant of the process myself. But the mag did come out and it was called Sappho -- it's still coming out and it's still called Sappho. So much for youthful doubts and speculations. diablerie was another matter. I thought it was a nice little mag until I learned how heartily Willie detested folk who referred to his publications as "nice little mags". The list of Willie's devastations would fill another page. They range from George O. Edith, gentlemen who strive so madly to make an impression (aka Speer), carrots cooked in butter, violent exercise, exercise, sunlight and fresh air, most femme fans, most fans, Scotch whisky, critics of abstract art, fan friction, fan editors who accept pro-rejects from pro authors (see, no names. I know how to keep the peace.) prudes, nudes (whup!) and self-styled intellectuals. Watson's fanactivity should be, but isn't, curtailed by the progress of education and a part-time job, which includes editing News Magazine Digest -- syndicated news & stuff -- artisting for same & various other local magazines. Personally my present impression of wee Willie is one of extraordinary versatility. He is an artist of professional technique & capability. His pseudonymed poetry shows emotion polish and originality. As a correspondent or essayist he is invariable apt, refreshing, a stylist of virtuosity. (And no tongue in the skeek intended, honest.) Someday I shall run through a number of his unpublished & for the most part unsubmitted fiction pieces and estimate his abilities as a short story writer. Also he publishes some fanzines. Like this one. I like Bill. There are very few people I like. But I like Bill. Even outside of Chaos. /We love you too, kid./ --- George Ebey /-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/- THERE'S NOTHING LIKE USING A FEW FILTHY CRACKS TO FILL A PAGE Daugherty: Did you hear the one about the sailor who broke his arm trying to make a wave in the bathtub? Brown: Now, but did you hear the one about the cannibal's daughter who liked the boys best when they were stewed? Langley Searles : I'll show this to the post office authorities.