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Voice of the Imagination, whole no. 25, October 1942

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he wanted, so he decided to leave then rather than control the mind of some other person or project his body itself into the past. Once, Tridee and I had manipulated a change between him and his twin so that Tridee could personally appear at a society meeting which the twin regularly attended, but unfortunately his first bodily transition nauseated Tridee so that he was forced to spend the time of his stay in bed. This in turn caused great anxiety on the part of the society members, for never before had their fellow member failed to attend a meeting unless out of the city. Accordingly, a delegation of them paid a visit to Tridee following the meeting. Tridee, lying ill in bed, feared they would see that he was not the person they thought he was, but his resemblance was so close to his twin that in the dim light of the room no one noticed any difference except that he "looked sick."
Naturally, this changing of Tridee with his twin necessitated cooperation on the part of the twin; and since from time to time he had been given bits of information about our quest, we now let him know the complete story. I brought this twin with me to one of our own meetings, and no one noticed the substitution of him with Tridee. Indeed, I found it difficult, in fact, impossible to detect any physical difference. Tridee's twin was delighted with his visit to our century, and he expressed a desire to spend much more time here. However, we found this somewhat inconvenient and did nothing further about it.
In what he had decided to make his last few days in the past, Tridee began to realize that he enjoyed being there and that he would never be satisfied to stay in his own world. A consultation with his twin brought out the fact that the twin similarly, would be dissatisfied to remain in his own time after tasting the wonders of the future. So a strange thing was decided: Tridee was to take his twin's place in the past, while the twin was to substitute for Tridee in the future, taking with him the collection of objects. Tridee's twin dropped a hint of these plans to one of his club members when asked if he would write, to which he inadvertently replied, "Well, I don't know. A lot of us have been drafted, and we never hear from them again." Of course, the real meaning behind this statement was never guessed.
I notice many of you bear quizzical expressions at what I have just said. Yes, the man sitting next to me is not our friend Tridee, as we have led you to believe. This fact will explain to you the slight change in mental makeup since his return which some of you have observed in what you thought was Tridee. This man who is now with us was known in the past by the name of "Forrie," which, as I have said, is strangely similar to the name "Tridee."
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The televised portion of this meeting is now at an end, and I shall now reveal to you the nature of Tridee's quest.
While I think of it, I might tell you that one of Tridee's first acts after he had officially changed places with Forrie was to discard the latter's absurd bright green rimmed glasses for a little more conventional type. Naturally, in order to pretend to be Forrie, he had to wear glasses of some sort. He displayed these new rims at the last meeting he attended, and some members did not even notice the change.
Since our club library is sadly lacking in issues of early publications, Tridee, as librarian, greatly desired to fill in some of those unfortunate gaps. We all know how difficult it is these days to pick up any used magazines even as old as the early 2000's. So what could be more fitting a solution than to get those magazines from the past? At our centennial celebration of the founding of "Weird Tales" magazine we dropped only the gentlest of hints as to our intentions. But what Tridee set out to do was to contact the Father of our Society, Forrest J. Ackerman, known as "Forrie." Now, I have said that Tridee decided to have Forrie bring the objects to us since he himself was not returning; and those objects, of course, were a vast library of scientifiction and fantasy fiction from that Golden Age of the 1920's, '30's, and '40's. Tridee had persuaded Forrie to carry his time machine with him almost continually in a brief case (that is how I carried mine); and when the time came for transporting the magazines to the present time, Forrie carried his time machine to his room, where he had accumulated complete sets of choice publications.
And then came disappointment. Forrie could cause himself to go into the future, but the magazines would stay behind. Apparently nothing could go into the future bodily from the past unless it had come into the past from the future. Forrie and Tridee were now identical twins, and only because of the fact that Tridee had come out of the future was Forrie able to go into it.
I have said, though, that he was able to bring one object with him. Yes, that is so. In desperation, Forrie grabbed at various magazines, trying each one out on the time machine, but in vain. His last try was a rather large object, and he was so disgusted with its successful transporting that he tried no more. As I stated at the beginning of my talk, certainly it could never have been missed in its own time, and somehow it was able to slip through the time stream into the present. This worthless magazine, which is at least two inches in thickness, is a 1942 "Amazing Quarterly."
What? Those new members of you who were latecomers this evening want to know my name? I am Arthur Louis Joquel, II.
(The End)

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Pg.2 - Vom #25 Supplement he wanted, so he decided to leave then rather than control the mind of some other person or project his body itself into the past. Once, Tridee and I had manipulated a change between him and his twin so that Tridee could personally appear at a society meeting which the twin regularly attended, but unfortunately his first bodily transition nauseated Tridee so that he was forced to spend the time of his stay in bed. This in turn caused great anxiety on the part of the society members, for never before had their fellow member failed to attend a meeting unless out of the city. Accordingly, a delegation of them paid a visit to Tridee following the meeting. Tridee, lying ill in bed, feared they would see that he was not the person they thought he was, but his resemblance was so close to his twin that in the dim light of the room no one noticed any difference except that he "looked sick." Naturally, this changing of Tridee with his twin necessitated cooperation on the part of the twin; and since from time to time he had been given bits of information about our quest, we now let him know the complete story. I brought this twin with me to one of our own meetings, and no one noticed the substitution of him with Tridee. Indeed, I found it difficult, in fact, impossible to detect any physical difference. Tridee's twin was delighted with his visit to our century, and he expressed a desire to spend much more time here. However, we found this somewhat inconvenient and did nothing further about it. In what he had decided to make his last few days in the past, Tridee began to realize that he enjoyed being there and that he would never be satisfied to stay in his own world. A consultation with his twin brought out the fact that the twin similarly, would be dissatisfied to remain in his own time after tasting the wonders of the future. So a strange thing was decided: Tridee was to take his twin's place in the past, while the twin was to substitute for Tridee in the future, taking with him the collection of objects. Tridee's twin dropped a hint of these plans to one of his club members when asked if he would write, to which he inadvertently replied, "Well, I don't know. A lot of us have been drafted, and we never hear from them again." Of course, the real meaning behind this statement was never guessed. I notice many of you bear quizzical expressions at what I have just said. Yes, the man sitting next to me is not our friend Tridee, as we have led you to believe. This fact will explain to you the slight change in mental makeup since his return which some of you have observed in what you thought was Tridee. This man who is now with us was known in the past by the name of "Forrie," which, as I have said, is strangely similar to the name "Tridee." - - - - - The televised portion of this meeting is now at an end, and I shall now reveal to you the nature of Tridee's quest. While I think of it, I might tell you that one of Tridee's first acts after he had officially changed places with Forrie was to discard the latter's absurd bright green rimmed glasses for a little more conventional type. Naturally, in order to pretend to be Forrie, he had to wear glasses of some sort. He displayed these new rims at the last meeting he attended, and some members did not even notice the change. Since our club library is sadly lacking in issues of early publications, Tridee, as librarian, greatly desired to fill in some of those unfortunate gaps. We all know how difficult it is these days to pick up any used magazines even as old as the early 2000's. So what could be more fitting a solution than to get those magazines from the past? At our centennial celebration of the founding of "Weird Tales" magazine we dropped only the gentlest of hints as to our intentions. But what Tridee set out to do was to contact the Father of our Society, Forrest J. Ackerman, known as "Forrie." Now, I have said that Tridee decided to have Forrie bring the objects to us since he himself was not returning; and those objects, of course, were a vast library of scientifiction and fantasy fiction from that Golden Age of the 1920's, '30's, and '40's. Tridee had persuaded Forrie to carry his time machine with him almost continually in a brief case (that is how I carried mine); and when the time came for transporting the magazines to the present time, Forrie carried his time machine to his room, where he had accumulated complete sets of choice publications. And then came disappointment. Forrie could cause himself to go into the future, but the magazines would stay behind. Apparently nothing could go into the future bodily from the past unless it had come into the past from the future. Forrie and Tridee were now identical twins, and only because of the fact that Tridee had come out of the future was Forrie able to go into it. I have said, though, that he was able to bring one object with him. Yes, that is so. In desperation, Forrie grabbed at various magazines, trying each one out on the time machine, but in vain. His last try was a rather large object, and he was so disgusted with its successful transporting that he tried no more. As I stated at the beginning of my talk, certainly it could never have been missed in its own time, and somehow it was able to slip through the time stream into the present. This worthless magazine, which is at least two inches in thickness, is a 1942 "Amazing Quarterly." What? Those new members of you who were latecomers this evening want to know my name? I am Arthur Louis Joquel, II. (The End)