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Orb, v. 2, issue 1, 1950

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in Multnomah[[?]] Falls. When I finished that slide, my feet were barely touching the deep pool of water that the falls rushed into!
The same day, the 30th of August, we reached Portland, and rushed to the Multnomah[[?]] hotel (in the same clothes) to get our rooms. To our chagrin, all rooms were taken (although the appearance of our clothes, mine especially, might have had something to do with this). Don Day was hastily called, and upon his invitation, we rushed out to his house. He showed us the club room, and the latest issue of the FANSCIENT (which I haven't yet gotten, Don) and then hustled off to find a room for us. Harry--lucky dog that he is - had a reservation at the Multnomah, and had to wait only until it would take effect. Don found a Motel with a vacancy, and hustled us off to it. Charles, Harry, and I, decided to stay there, for the night, but Mack found it decidedly expensive for his deflated wallet, and went downtown and found a room. After dinner and baths, we went to bed. --The next morning, Charles and I decided to make the motel our permanent headquarters during the convention.
After breakfast, the 31st was spent with a fan Harry had met previously and the rest of our little entourage tracing down back issues of this and that at the various book stores catering to the stf trade. At one joint ye edde[[?]] picked up about 4 books, and paid a neat $10.50 for them. Needless to say, this happened only once, although I wish I could have done more of this sort of thing. It stopped being fun after the first hour or so, and I could have quit any time. However, mob rule prevailed and we rushed frantically, here and yon, almost all day. Even at the point of exhaustion, my stfanal instinct prevailed, and I completed my series of "Players of Nulled[[?]]" which I had missed. Was very happy, and therefore, my disposition was of the sweetest, thereafter.
The next day at 2PM, the gang, with the addition of Nancy Moore, Jean Bogart and Walt Coslet (all swell peoples)went to the Oregon Museum of Science & Industry to see the exhibits (met an attractive raccoon named Polly) and movies; also to the Planetarium to see the star-show. Since ye edde is not one of the most versed in astronomy, it was fascinating. Perhaps to some of the more experienced it was somewhat elementary, but at least to me (and several others said it also) it was one of the hi-lites of the convention. At 7:30 PM, we came back to the Multnoma from wherever we had scattered to after the Planetarium show, and Don Day gave the welcome to the Norwescon. Then the program was handed over to Forry Ackerman, and he showed several films (the preparation for these, incidentally, was hilarious, since the boy who operated the projector managed to get everything out of focus, and ensconced in yards of film, which had erupted from the docile-looking projector.)
One of the films shown was "Blood of a Spectator" or "Not So Much in Gomorrah." It was, supposedly, a surreal film. (In case the title confuses you, "Blood of a Poet" and "A Lot in Sodom" were very famous avant-garde films.) It was produced by George Fox, Joe Kennedy, Lloyd Alpaugh, and Ron Maddox. It was given a write-up, a few issues back, in the now somewhat-defunct SPACEWARP. Part of it was very cute...... and more than a little was somewhat boring. The other films shown were: A German film-segment, "Rocket to the Moon," which was interesting and

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16 in Multnomah[[?]] Falls. When I finished that slide, my feet were barely touching the deep pool of water that the falls rushed into! The same day, the 30th of August, we reached Portland, and rushed to the Multnomah[[?]] hotel (in the same clothes) to get our rooms. To our chagrin, all rooms were taken (although the appearance of our clothes, mine especially, might have had something to do with this). Don Day was hastily called, and upon his invitation, we rushed out to his house. He showed us the club room, and the latest issue of the FANSCIENT (which I haven't yet gotten, Don) and then hustled off to find a room for us. Harry--lucky dog that he is - had a reservation at the Multnomah, and had to wait only until it would take effect. Don found a Motel with a vacancy, and hustled us off to it. Charles, Harry, and I, decided to stay there, for the night, but Mack found it decidedly expensive for his deflated wallet, and went downtown and found a room. After dinner and baths, we went to bed. --The next morning, Charles and I decided to make the motel our permanent headquarters during the convention. After breakfast, the 31st was spent with a fan Harry had met previously and the rest of our little entourage tracing down back issues of this and that at the various book stores catering to the stf trade. At one joint ye edde[[?]] picked up about 4 books, and paid a neat $10.50 for them. Needless to say, this happened only once, although I wish I could have done more of this sort of thing. It stopped being fun after the first hour or so, and I could have quit any time. However, mob rule prevailed and we rushed frantically, here and yon, almost all day. Even at the point of exhaustion, my stfanal instinct prevailed, and I completed my series of "Players of Nulled[[?]]" which I had missed. Was very happy, and therefore, my disposition was of the sweetest, thereafter. The next day at 2PM, the gang, with the addition of Nancy Moore, Jean Bogart and Walt Coslet (all swell peoples)went to the Oregon Museum of Science & Industry to see the exhibits (met an attractive raccoon named Polly) and movies; also to the Planetarium to see the star-show. Since ye edde is not one of the most versed in astronomy, it was fascinating. Perhaps to some of the more experienced it was somewhat elementary, but at least to me (and several others said it also) it was one of the hi-lites of the convention. At 7:30 PM, we came back to the Multnoma from wherever we had scattered to after the Planetarium show, and Don Day gave the welcome to the Norwescon. Then the program was handed over to Forry Ackerman, and he showed several films (the preparation for these, incidentally, was hilarious, since the boy who operated the projector managed to get everything out of focus, and ensconced in yards of film, which had erupted from the docile-looking projector.) One of the films shown was "Blood of a Spectator" or "Not So Much in Gomorrah." It was, supposedly, a surreal film. (In case the title confuses you, "Blood of a Poet" and "A Lot in Sodom" were very famous avant-garde films.) It was produced by George Fox, Joe Kennedy, Lloyd Alpaugh, and Ron Maddox. It was given a write-up, a few issues back, in the now somewhat-defunct SPACEWARP. Part of it was very cute...... and more than a little was somewhat boring. The other films shown were: A German film-segment, "Rocket to the Moon," which was interesting and