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Voice of the Imagination, whole no. 19, November 1941

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FOURTH ANNIVERSARY
Alojo
Esperanto alias of ARTHUR LOUIS JOQUEL 2D, of "Coventry Publications", 1426 W 38 St, Los Angeles, Cal, who sorta slantwise, or we might even say slan-wise, adreses an open letter to the hazel-headed witch (Witch Hazel) who has captured the imagination of the imagi-nation & whose fotos apear directly at the rite courtesy of cash from "Black Art". This letter dated, incidentally, Halloween 41. "Ghouls and ghosts, witches and demons are abroad tonight--but only in fun, it seems. For tonight I donned my caps and mask and went forth, as I have done for countless All Hallow's Eves past, in hopes of finding among the revelers another like myself--one who remembers the real meaning of the time--remembers it through a knowledge that it was the time, a hundred thousand years ago, when the humans faced their rulers, the witch-folk, and overthrew them. But the blood of the witch folk runs yet in the veins of some, and one day they will return to their rightful place. That there must be others like myself I know, but they would seem to be scattered so that it is almost impossible to contact them. "Williamson came close to the truth in his story 'Darker Than You Think.' Uncomfortably close. But--who would believe such a story to be other than wild fiction? Charles Fort believed something of the sort, too. So do Russell and Goldstone. But I have no fear in writing thus, for it will be ignored as unworthy of notice by all of those who do not know, and those who do--I hope I may soon contact them. Tigrina is one, I am sure. Perhaps she is unaware of it as yet--unaware of the powers possessed by the homo lycanthropi. But her belief in Devil-worship, and her songs and pictures, make me sure that she belongs " Another thing--many people do not believe that either Tigrina or I exist. Whether this is because they do not want to admit that we exist, or because we purposely wish them to doubt our existence, is something I cannot say. " The ability of homo lycanthropus--witch-man--to assume other forms is a power which cannot be rated lightly. It has been invaluable in passing for a Slan, when Slans all over the country began to become aware of themselves. What chance would a Slan have against a homo lycanthropus--even with the plans' mighty physical powers, their ability to read minds, and their undoubted scientific genius? How could science, no matter how powerful, combat something it could not see, something that masqueraded perfectly as its own self? "I am eagerly waiting to hear the record of Tigrina's latest composition (THE SABBATH SUMMONS, sung by the Lucifervent servant of Satan with piano & tom-tom accompaniment). How I envy 4e the pleasure of having actually met this extraordinary girl, even though only briefly. But--well, the Fates spin the thread, and who can tell what the future holds? As I may have mentioned before, I am working on a transcription for full orchestra of 'Hymn to Satan.' I understand that phony slan, Perdue, is tampering with it in his own fiendish fashion (no dout will retitle it "The Brimstone Boogie", or, "Heat Me, Batty, Hate to the Horror!"). Let him watch out, or a giant pterodactyl may pay him a visit some night. -- On my publishing I have little to say, save that the international situation is striking at us harder than I had anticipated, and I hope that all my subscribers will hold up their indignant letters a little longer. " That Wright conver--excellent. The Daimwood cartoon was tops, too, with the miniature Esperanto lesson beneath it. Hope you can keep VoM going through the dark days that seem to lay ahead. If I over retire from active fandom VoM is one of the four mags I will continue to read, even in the seclusion of a C. O. camp--I hope!"
Scott Feldman
appearing in our pgs for the firstime, introduces himself as a humorist with the following anecdote, emanating from 67-69 Amboy St, Bklyn, NY: "A particularly amazing thing happened to me the other day, and I am sure you would not be interested in it. I offer it to you without addition or embellishment, asking you, of course, to note that contents are copyright as of 1941, and can be reproduced with no permission whatsoever. " I had taken my family to hear the concert at Brooklyn's renowned Prospect Park, and was listening with great animation to the intermission between numbers, when suddenly my quick eye - we Feldmans are noted for quick eyes, it being a family trait, like Rockefeller dimes--anyhow, when suddenly my quick eye spotted a female with a beflowered dress & green earrings bending over a water fountain and slurping H2O passionately. "Quick as a flash, I was over by the fountain and tapping her on the back. My lips were dry with fear, my mouth feeling as though I had just swallowed the late T. O'Conor Sloane's beard. 'You're a little early, aren't you, Tigrina?' I asked. Then the girl turned, and I saw that I had been mistaken. She was about 63 with a face like a rejected Ray Bradbury manuscript-and she was not Tigrina, but Cobina, of the Brenda & Cobina radio team. 'Now don't you get sassy with me, young man,' she said, coyly massing my cranium with a heavy flatiron she happened to be carrying. " I instantly fled. " So that's what I'm getting at-- it just isn't fair. Why is it that guys like Forry, boorish, awkward, a fan magazine publisher, can meet Tigrinas -- while we Feldmans, well-known for our handsomeness, intelligence, and carefully-cultivated moustaches, have to limit our fan circle to H. Tiger and a certain Isaac Asenion who writes dull stories for Campbell. All I can say is that if there are any loose Tigrinas lurking around the Brownsville section of Brooklyn, I will be pleased to commune with them on October 10. " October 10, or the evening thereof, will mark the first practice blackout in New York. " Of course this letter may possibly reach you after October 10, and it will certainly be past October 10 if you VOM it, but I want all Brooklyn Tigrinas to take heed nevertheless. There will be other trial blackouts. " Seriously, I'd like to say that I enjoyed this latest issue of VOM tremendously--and might add that I've enjoyed all the others, too. And on this subject, may I say - ackourse you must forrygive me for not having written sooner. "Yes, you may print this letter, in full or piece, in VOM. Matter of fact, you had better print it, else I slay."

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8 FOURTH ANNIVERSARY Alojo Esperanto alias of ARTHUR LOUIS JOQUEL 2D, of "Coventry Publications", 1426 W 38 St, Los Angeles, Cal, who sorta slantwise, or we might even say slan-wise, adreses an open letter to the hazel-headed witch (Witch Hazel) who has captured the imagination of the imagi-nation & whose fotos apear directly at the rite courtesy of cash from "Black Art". This letter dated, incidentally, Halloween 41. "Ghouls and ghosts, witches and demons are abroad tonight--but only in fun, it seems. For tonight I donned my caps and mask and went forth, as I have done for countless All Hallow's Eves past, in hopes of finding among the revelers another like myself--one who remembers the real meaning of the time--remembers it through a knowledge that it was the time, a hundred thousand years ago, when the humans faced their rulers, the witch-folk, and overthrew them. But the blood of the witch folk runs yet in the veins of some, and one day they will return to their rightful place. That there must be others like myself I know, but they would seem to be scattered so that it is almost impossible to contact them. "Williamson came close to the truth in his story 'Darker Than You Think.' Uncomfortably close. But--who would believe such a story to be other than wild fiction? Charles Fort believed something of the sort, too. So do Russell and Goldstone. But I have no fear in writing thus, for it will be ignored as unworthy of notice by all of those who do not know, and those who do--I hope I may soon contact them. Tigrina is one, I am sure. Perhaps she is unaware of it as yet--unaware of the powers possessed by the homo lycanthropi. But her belief in Devil-worship, and her songs and pictures, make me sure that she belongs " Another thing--many people do not believe that either Tigrina or I exist. Whether this is because they do not want to admit that we exist, or because we purposely wish them to doubt our existence, is something I cannot say. " The ability of homo lycanthropus--witch-man--to assume other forms is a power which cannot be rated lightly. It has been invaluable in passing for a Slan, when Slans all over the country began to become aware of themselves. What chance would a Slan have against a homo lycanthropus--even with the plans' mighty physical powers, their ability to read minds, and their undoubted scientific genius? How could science, no matter how powerful, combat something it could not see, something that masqueraded perfectly as its own self? "I am eagerly waiting to hear the record of Tigrina's latest composition (THE SABBATH SUMMONS, sung by the Lucifervent servant of Satan with piano & tom-tom accompaniment). How I envy 4e the pleasure of having actually met this extraordinary girl, even though only briefly. But--well, the Fates spin the thread, and who can tell what the future holds? As I may have mentioned before, I am working on a transcription for full orchestra of 'Hymn to Satan.' I understand that phony slan, Perdue, is tampering with it in his own fiendish fashion (no dout will retitle it "The Brimstone Boogie", or, "Heat Me, Batty, Hate to the Horror!"). Let him watch out, or a giant pterodactyl may pay him a visit some night. -- On my publishing I have little to say, save that the international situation is striking at us harder than I had anticipated, and I hope that all my subscribers will hold up their indignant letters a little longer. " That Wright conver--excellent. The Daimwood cartoon was tops, too, with the miniature Esperanto lesson beneath it. Hope you can keep VoM going through the dark days that seem to lay ahead. If I over retire from active fandom VoM is one of the four mags I will continue to read, even in the seclusion of a C. O. camp--I hope!" Scott Feldman appearing in our pgs for the firstime, introduces himself as a humorist with the following anecdote, emanating from 67-69 Amboy St, Bklyn, NY: "A particularly amazing thing happened to me the other day, and I am sure you would not be interested in it. I offer it to you without addition or embellishment, asking you, of course, to note that contents are copyright as of 1941, and can be reproduced with no permission whatsoever. " I had taken my family to hear the concert at Brooklyn's renowned Prospect Park, and was listening with great animation to the intermission between numbers, when suddenly my quick eye - we Feldmans are noted for quick eyes, it being a family trait, like Rockefeller dimes--anyhow, when suddenly my quick eye spotted a female with a beflowered dress & green earrings bending over a water fountain and slurping H2O passionately. "Quick as a flash, I was over by the fountain and tapping her on the back. My lips were dry with fear, my mouth feeling as though I had just swallowed the late T. O'Conor Sloane's beard. 'You're a little early, aren't you, Tigrina?' I asked. Then the girl turned, and I saw that I had been mistaken. She was about 63 with a face like a rejected Ray Bradbury manuscript-and she was not Tigrina, but Cobina, of the Brenda & Cobina radio team. 'Now don't you get sassy with me, young man,' she said, coyly massing my cranium with a heavy flatiron she happened to be carrying. " I instantly fled. " So that's what I'm getting at-- it just isn't fair. Why is it that guys like Forry, boorish, awkward, a fan magazine publisher, can meet Tigrinas -- while we Feldmans, well-known for our handsomeness, intelligence, and carefully-cultivated moustaches, have to limit our fan circle to H. Tiger and a certain Isaac Asenion who writes dull stories for Campbell. All I can say is that if there are any loose Tigrinas lurking around the Brownsville section of Brooklyn, I will be pleased to commune with them on October 10. " October 10, or the evening thereof, will mark the first practice blackout in New York. " Of course this letter may possibly reach you after October 10, and it will certainly be past October 10 if you VOM it, but I want all Brooklyn Tigrinas to take heed nevertheless. There will be other trial blackouts. " Seriously, I'd like to say that I enjoyed this latest issue of VOM tremendously--and might add that I've enjoyed all the others, too. And on this subject, may I say - ackourse you must forrygive me for not having written sooner. "Yes, you may print this letter, in full or piece, in VOM. Matter of fact, you had better print it, else I slay."