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Horizons, v. 3, issue 3, whole no. 11, March 1942

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HORIZONS

ON DIT

Not much room this issue. However, to start off, here's Douglas Webster: "A little banter on English fans, for no reason at all save that you don't get it in Fido &, I presume, certainly nowhere else. We are many and we are varied and we seem to be keeping on with the job. Who's called up? Everybody, even John Burke; everybody, bar Harry Turner. And who cares? Not a soul. John was at Padgate for a couple of days last week, & is now on deferred leave from the RAF, just as Eric Russell was for some months before he was hooked off. I've been expecting a letter which hasn't arrived, but did have one last week from his newfound spouse Joan; a cute little effort, Harry, & may the others all do as well. Barring a premature call-up, I'm hoping to have the Burkes, and possibly Harry & finacee Marion Eadie -- and perhaps even others -- up here for Christmas. Now that would be nice! My recent acquaintance of them on their home ground convinced me of that all right. Tell you all about it should the binge come off. '' And Sam" -- Christopher S. Youd, of course -- "is in hospital in Southampton, and swears one of the nurses has fallen in love with him. When he comes out, alas, into the Army he goes. So he's feeling quite happy as he is. Remaining member of our middle-men clique, Eric Hopkins, is a ground-gunner in the RAF in [illegible] they tell him they're there for the duration -- that is, as long as the war's on they keep training for the war. It's a crazy world. '' Then George Nedhurst graduated at Cambridge, had a course at Oxford in the summer, went back home indefinitely, began producing the most wicked sheets, & is now undecided whether he'll be hauled off for radio work to some godforsaken corner of the country. And Ted Carnell has been promoted to Lance Bombardier, and Roland Forster to A.C. 1. And..." -- I'm censoring a few words here, including a name; several copies of Horizons go to England! -- "...sick of the eternal destruction & taking his sister-in-law out to the flicks without his wife's knowing. Bill Temple is living in a sea of mud, slowly but surely becoming a creature of the mud, slow & inhuman & decaying gradually into a mass of undifferentiated tissue. Ego strides Colossus-like through a forest of radio exams, glorying in it; at present he's stationed 10 miles from Ted, & neither knew of it till I told them! The remaining Flat member, Maruice Henson, is as always was, being stationed at the same place for well over a year. Authoritative circles are debating the question of whether he is really sprouting roots or it's just a malicious rumor....And who also? Oh, there's millions, but let's forget them."

Gee, that took more space than I expected. Well, there's room for a paragraph of Don Thompson's latest: "Didn't care much for any of the John Carter stories in Amazing. There are spots that I like, but I can't find any story. Mrs. Beaseley wrote me that Burroughs (who was a childhood favorite of hers, as he was of many fans of her age) has degenerated to the place where he reads like a primer.  'There is a spflk. What is an spflk? A spflk is a 6 legged animal with long teeth. John Carter is not afraid of the spflk,' etc."

And no room for the [illegible] comment. Well, it'll be something to which to look forward grammatically in the next issue of Horizons. 

Of course, no issue of this magazine would be complete without apologies for the reproduction. I'm fully aware that [illegible] by far the worst issue yet. There are no excuses to be made; it's just [illegible] new bunch of gelatin of a better quality is now on hand, and two or three pages of this issue were done on it, and some improvement should be noticed. That look for the white pages; it's those. Maybe you'll be able to read it next time. If there's a cover this issue, it's by Walter Earl Marconette. That is, if there's a drawn cover. If there's no cover at all or some sort of make-shift, he didn't send it in time.

Still a few lines left. Would you care for another poem? No? Well, don't bother to read this one, then:

The boy stood on the (censored) deck / 
Whence all but he (deleted) ... / 
(This stanza gives out shipping news / 
And cannot be completed.)

Wonder whether the censor will actually read every word in every magazine in the FAPA mailings going to England this time?

Saving...

12 HORIZONS ON DIT Not much room this issue. However, to start off, here's Douglas Webster: "A little banter on English fans, for no reason at all save that you don't get it in Fido &, I presume, certainly nowhere else. We are many and we are varied and we seem to be keeping on with the job. Who's called up? Everybody, even John Burke; everybody, bar Harry Turner. And who cares? Not a soul. John was at Padgate for a couple of days last week, & is now on deferred leave from the RAF, just as Eric Russell was for some months before he was hooked off. I've been expecting a letter which hasn't arrived, but did have one last week from his newfound spouse Joan; a cute little effort, Harry, & may the others all do as well. Barring a premature call-up, I'm hoping to have the Burkes, and possibly Harry & finacee Marion Eadie -- and perhaps even others -- up here for Christmas. Now that would be nice! My recent acquaintance of them on their home ground convinced me of that all right. Tell you all about it should the binge come off. '' And Sam" -- Christopher S. Youd, of course -- "is in hospital in Southampton, and swears one of the nurses has fallen in love with him. When he comes out, alas, into the Army he goes. So he's feeling quite happy as he is. Remaining member of our middle-men clique, Eric Hopkins, is a ground-gunner in the RAF in [illegible] they tell him they're there for the duration -- that is, as long as the war's on they keep training for the war. It's a crazy world. '' Then George Nedhurst graduated at Cambridge, had a course at Oxford in the summer, went back home indefinitely, began producing the most wicked sheets, & is now undecided whether he'll be hauled off for radio work to some godforsaken corner of the country. And Ted Carnell has been promoted to Lance Bombardier, and Roland Forster to A.C. 1. And..." -- I'm censoring a few words here, including a name; several copies of Horizons go to England! -- "...sick of the eternal destruction & taking his sister-in-law out to the flicks without his wife's knowing. Bill Temple is living in a sea of mud, slowly but surely becoming a creature of the mud, slow & inhuman & decaying gradually into a mass of undifferentiated tissue. Ego strides Colossus-like through a forest of radio exams, glorying in it; at present he's stationed 10 miles from Ted, & neither knew of it till I told them! The remaining Flat member, Maruice Henson, is as always was, being stationed at the same place for well over a year. Authoritative circles are debating the question of whether he is really sprouting roots or it's just a malicious rumor....And who also? Oh, there's millions, but let's forget them." Gee, that took more space than I expected. Well, there's room for a paragraph of Don Thompson's latest: "Didn't care much for any of the John Carter stories in Amazing. There are spots that I like, but I can't find any story. Mrs. Beaseley wrote me that Burroughs (who was a childhood favorite of hers, as he was of many fans of her age) has degenerated to the place where he reads like a primer. 'There is a spflk. What is an spflk? A spflk is a 6 legged animal with long teeth. John Carter is not afraid of the spflk,' etc." And no room for the [illegible] comment. Well, it'll be something to which to look forward grammatically in the next issue of Horizons. Of course, no issue of this magazine would be complete without apologies for the reproduction. I'm fully aware that [illegible] by far the worst issue yet. There are no excuses to be made; it's just [illegible] new bunch of gelatin of a better quality is now on hand, and two or three pages of this issue were done on it, and some improvement should be noticed. That look for the white pages; it's those. Maybe you'll be able to read it next time. If there's a cover this issue, it's by Walter Earl Marconette. That is, if there's a drawn cover. If there's no cover at all or some sort of make-shift, he didn't send it in time. Still a few lines left. Would you care for another poem? No? Well, don't bother to read this one, then: The boy stood on the (censored) deck / Whence all but he (deleted) ... / (This stanza gives out shipping news / And cannot be completed.) Wonder whether the censor will actually read every word in every magazine in the FAPA mailings going to England this time?