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

Page 10

[top half covered by insert, which is blank]
wood 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 ever 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 [Kedman?] apearing 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 not 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 massaging my cranium with a heavy flatiron she happened to be carrying. '' I instantly fled. '' Is 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 lates 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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[top half covered by insert, which is blank] wood 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 ever 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 [Kedman?] apearing 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 not 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 massaging my cranium with a heavy flatiron she happened to be carrying. '' I instantly fled. '' Is 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 lates 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."