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A Tale of the 'Evans, v. 1, issue 2, June 1942

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We sent it Air Mail, Special Delivery, Registered, in the unholy gleeful hopes that it would get Forry the Ack out of bed about three A.M., some morning. Incidentally, I was with BoB when he went to the P.O., and I can swear indefinitely that he does NOT live in P. P. Box #260, as has been claimed. It is a dastardly lie, so there.

Just about then Jane calls us to breakfast, and later we get a couple of hours sleep. At three P.M. the boys take me to the train and I start back to Chicago. The train had three or four cars full of Mexican laborers and their families and household lares and penates, all going north for the fruit, sugar beet and berry season. Also, the train was late, because just before it got to Blmgton, a hurry call was sent through the cars for a doctor, and a lady passenger was caught up with by Old Man Stork, and had a new member of the ruling intelligencies of the planet was added to our midst. So I arrived in Chicago nearly three-quarters of an hour late; was met by my daughter, Virginia, and went to see the Co-Operative House where she lives, and to meet a lot of her fellow-housemembers. Then to the train and home about midnight -- "tired but happy". Ah, me! It was a marvellous week-end, no kiddin! I still glee with the memory.

Oh, yes, one of the things we did between midnight and seven AM, was to get letters out to the proper authorities with the Liebchen's requests for membership in both the NFFF and the FAPA. He 'll be a credit to both organizations, I am sure. Because, you see, he is a nice kid -- and a good fan.

This little trip makes me long all the more to make other trips to visit other fans in other parts of the country. And, by Jings, I intend to do so as time and finances permit. So don't any of you be too surprised if I come dropping in on you most any time. (Oh, I'll try and be polite enough to let you know, first, that I'm coming.

Since writing the above for first draft, I've completed plans for my summer vacation, and they take me to New York, to see all the gang there, and to visit the offices of the Prozines, and meet the editors. Then to Hartford, Conn, to see my son and his wife, and a side trip to Boston where the Strangers' Club are arranging a special meeting for me to meet all them swell guys and gals up there.

Ol' Gaddabout Evans, they calls me theseadays!

AIN'T SILENCE WONDERFUL DEPT. Man couldn't learn to sew on a button so he invents the zipper.

THE STORY I CAN'T TELL -- BECAUSE THERE AIN'T NO STORY TO TELL.

O Children! Could I would could I a tale unfold. One that'd put in more stitches than a surgeon tying up an abominable (or do I mean "abdominal") operation. Well, it seems there is an Ace Fan as is known as quite a wit and banterer of clever repartee. And seemingly he did become acquainted (via correspondence) with a certain Shemale Fan -- who also has a Husband Fan. And he did write her a clever, pseudo-loving letter -- and she did reply in kind. And he replied . . and she replied . . and he replied . . and she replied.

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8. We sent it Air Mail, Special Delivery, Registered, in the unholy gleeful hopes that it would get Forry the Ack out of bed about three A.M., some morning. Incidentally, I was with BoB when he went to the P.O., and I can swear indefinitely that he does NOT live in P. P. Box #260, as has been claimed. It is a dastardly lie, so there. Just about then Jane calls us to breakfast, and later we get a couple of hours sleep. At three P.M. the boys take me to the train and I start back to Chicago. The train had three or four cars full of Mexican laborers and their families and household lares and penates, all going north for the fruit, sugar beet and berry season. Also, the train was late, because just before it got to Blmgton, a hurry call was sent through the cars for a doctor, and a lady passenger was caught up with by Old Man Stork, and had a new member of the ruling intelligencies of the planet was added to our midst. So I arrived in Chicago nearly three-quarters of an hour late; was met by my daughter, Virginia, and went to see the Co-Operative House where she lives, and to meet a lot of her fellow-housemembers. Then to the train and home about midnight -- "tired but happy". Ah, me! It was a marvellous week-end, no kiddin! I still glee with the memory. Oh, yes, one of the things we did between midnight and seven AM, was to get letters out to the proper authorities with the Liebchen's requests for membership in both the NFFF and the FAPA. He 'll be a credit to both organizations, I am sure. Because, you see, he is a nice kid -- and a good fan. This little trip makes me long all the more to make other trips to visit other fans in other parts of the country. And, by Jings, I intend to do so as time and finances permit. So don't any of you be too surprised if I come dropping in on you most any time. (Oh, I'll try and be polite enough to let you know, first, that I'm coming. Since writing the above for first draft, I've completed plans for my summer vacation, and they take me to New York, to see all the gang there, and to visit the offices of the Prozines, and meet the editors. Then to Hartford, Conn, to see my son and his wife, and a side trip to Boston where the Strangers' Club are arranging a special meeting for me to meet all them swell guys and gals up there. Ol' Gaddabout Evans, they calls me theseadays! AIN'T SILENCE WONDERFUL DEPT. Man couldn't learn to sew on a button so he invents the zipper. THE STORY I CAN'T TELL -- BECAUSE THERE AIN'T NO STORY TO TELL. O Children! Could I would could I a tale unfold. One that'd put in more stitches than a surgeon tying up an abominable (or do I mean "abdominal") operation. Well, it seems there is an Ace Fan as is known as quite a wit and banterer of clever repartee. And seemingly he did become acquainted (via correspondence) with a certain Shemale Fan -- who also has a Husband Fan. And he did write her a clever, pseudo-loving letter -- and she did reply in kind. And he replied . . and she replied . . and he replied . . and she replied.