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Horizons, v. 5, issue 3, whole no. 19, June 1944

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12  Horizons

On Dit

from her mouth was extremely mortal- Enraged, we jumped upon the rock showing
all our masculine beauty and threatened then with horrible things if they decided to remain. They left, Our next interruption came when two fellows came down the river in a canoe. One asked how the water was, We said it was very
nice. He asked if there were rapids further down. We said there were. They continued and disappeared. Soon after we also left, Coming back to the Phillips home we saw several persons in the front yard playing and watching a game of table tennis. After hesitating some time we went forth and asked for Victor Phillips, A toothless gent in the uniform of our army said that he was down at the
river with his canoe and should be back soon and wouldn't we sit down and watch the battle of the celluloid ball. We sat down. and watched and picked up the ball whenever it fell near us, We exchanged furtive sentences with each other.
We had no idea how we would address this gangly creature we had seen in the canoe whom we now knew to be he whom we sought. It would be rather embarrassing in front of all these people. After we had become violently sick of table tennis we excused ourselves saying that we would go and look for the wandering boy.
We walked down to the highway and then back thinking perhaps that Vic had come by another route by that time, he had, too. When he saw us he looked quizzically and then said "Oh, yes, the rock." He smiled. He was far from handsome. His teeth looked like those of some savage beast. I thought that he would never hesitate to bite a person were he angry. He was hollow chested and delighted in scratching this imitation chest continually as though to encourage growth.
He wore nothing besides a pair of wet pants. We explained in a rather feeble
way that we wrote too, that we had read his stuff and so forth and so forth. He said, "1 write for a magazine called Astounding. Have you heard of it?" This took us aback so we subtly told him all the facts we knew about this and that
and were doing wonderfully when a voice within the house called his name. It called several times before Vic tore himself away saying that it was time for him to devour some pie and coffee. You can imagine the sensation this filled us with as we had not eaten anything for many hours. He invited us come again that week as he was having his holidays. Then he left! It wasn't as though he
didn't know we had come a great distance and had waited all day see him. Really I find it hard to believe how people can be such unmannerly boors.
     I happened to mention his name to my sister some time later. She had heard of him as she had been a reporter on the North Vancouver paper some years ago and had received write-ups from the entire Phillips family. Vic’s contributions concerned the activities of his church etc, His mother sent voluminous poetry to the paper and as she was quite influential the paper printed a good ideal of it. My sister remembered quite vividly the time Mrs. Phillips came into the office in a horrible rage because they had left a line out of one of these bits of verse.”

     And so you see, Claude, that these are people just as rnean as Al Ashley everywhere and you must continue to ignore such brutes and pay attention only to the more cheerful side of fandom.
     I have a hunch that next issue will consist mostly of chatter about the June mailing, simply because that’s the easiest way to fill up a publication like this, and the Degler Memorial Issue will sort of keep me busy in one publishing line if I'm to get them both completed by September 1 or thereabouts.
    Which leaves room only to say that I can’t do any election propagandizing this time simply because I have no idea what opposition may be coming up. I can say though that Larry Shaw gets my vote for official editor, as eminently suited for the position, no matter who runs against him. Next year we really must try
getting an exciting campaign  going, beginning with the December mailing, and working up to a spectacular climax by June.
   All this, of course, has been just in order to fill up the last dozen lines.

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12 Horizons On Dit from her mouth was extremely mortal- Enraged, we jumped upon the rock showing all our masculine beauty and threatened then with horrible things if they decided to remain. They left, Our next interruption came when two fellows came down the river in a canoe. One asked how the water was, We said it was very nice. He asked if there were rapids further down. We said there were. They continued and disappeared. Soon after we also left, Coming back to the Phillips home we saw several persons in the front yard playing and watching a game of table tennis. After hesitating some time we went forth and asked for Victor Phillips, A toothless gent in the uniform of our army said that he was down at the river with his canoe and should be back soon and wouldn't we sit down and watch the battle of the celluloid ball. We sat down. and watched and picked up the ball whenever it fell near us, We exchanged furtive sentences with each other. We had no idea how we would address this gangly creature we had seen in the canoe whom we now knew to be he whom we sought. It would be rather embarrassing in front of all these people. After we had become violently sick of table tennis we excused ourselves saying that we would go and look for the wandering boy. We walked down to the highway and then back thinking perhaps that Vic had come by another route by that time, he had, too. When he saw us he looked quizzically and then said "Oh, yes, the rock." He smiled. He was far from handsome. His teeth looked like those of some savage beast. I thought that he would never hesitate to bite a person were he angry. He was hollow chested and delighted in scratching this imitation chest continually as though to encourage growth. He wore nothing besides a pair of wet pants. We explained in a rather feeble way that we wrote too, that we had read his stuff and so forth and so forth. He said, "1 write for a magazine called Astounding. Have you heard of it?" This took us aback so we subtly told him all the facts we knew about this and that and were doing wonderfully when a voice within the house called his name. It called several times before Vic tore himself away saying that it was time for him to devour some pie and coffee. You can imagine the sensation this filled us with as we had not eaten anything for many hours. He invited us come again that week as he was having his holidays. Then he left! It wasn't as though he didn't know we had come a great distance and had waited all day see him. Really I find it hard to believe how people can be such unmannerly boors. I happened to mention his name to my sister some time later. She had heard of him as she had been a reporter on the North Vancouver paper some years ago and had received write-ups from the entire Phillips family. Vic’s contributions concerned the activities of his church etc, His mother sent voluminous poetry to the paper and as she was quite influential the paper printed a good ideal of it. My sister remembered quite vividly the time Mrs. Phillips came into the office in a horrible rage because they had left a line out of one of these bits of verse.” And so you see, Claude, that these are people just as rnean as Al Ashley everywhere and you must continue to ignore such brutes and pay attention only to the more cheerful side of fandom. I have a hunch that next issue will consist mostly of chatter about the June mailing, simply because that’s the easiest way to fill up a publication like this, and the Degler Memorial Issue will sort of keep me busy in one publishing line if I'm to get them both completed by September 1 or thereabouts. Which leaves room only to say that I can’t do any election propagandizing this time simply because I have no idea what opposition may be coming up. I can say though that Larry Shaw gets my vote for official editor, as eminently suited for the position, no matter who runs against him. Next year we really must try getting an exciting campaign going, beginning with the December mailing, and working up to a spectacular climax by June. All this, of course, has been just in order to fill up the last dozen lines.