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WILLIAM ROTSLER A somewhat altered Insurgent Element sat down for this session. This WILD HAIR turned SPACEWARP session. Downey has come from far-off LA 4; Rotsler from the bounty and rural grandeur of Camarillo; Sneary (pronounced Sneary) from someplace called Southgate or Outlandia or something. Burbee was here. We came to worship. Laney stayed in Alhambra. # A good thing dianetics came along - we were just about out of Ashley stories.
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Rick Sneary - Burbee says to write an editorial: I say that I'm merely a poor columnist, and not supposed to. But it seems all attendees at a one-shot session are editors, so.
I shall probably be a contrast to the others, in that I plan to be serious. In fact I am very glad to be able to say a few words outside of my column. I am one of the few fans that still have a copy of Spacewarp, No. 1, Vol. 1. As a first issue it was about as sickly a mag as you could ask for, and the fellow that was editing it sounded like the ultimate in "goshwowoboyoboy" new fans. I frankly expected it to be the last issue, and didn't subscribe. I don't know what it was that six months later made me get a copy, and then subscribe. I did see though that it wasn't as bad ... Since then, many of you have watched with me as it grew from an average, poorly edited, and messy looking hektoed zine to what it is or was, today.
I have also watched Rapp grow from a new fan in 1947 to the top fan in 1949. I first got to know him directly back in 1948 when we both were elected Directors of the NFFF. Art quickly became one of my five most valued correspondents. With his ideas and energy we built up the NFFF.
((illo: "Put another head on it."))
((illo: " 'Nearest blood relative' ... who's my nearest blood relative?"
This year when he became Chairman, I watched him spread out and take the added responsibility with willingness. And then watched as he went on to take on many more needed jobs.
Spacewarp is not the best looking or the most high-flown fanzine we have today. But with its fiery discussions, its quick reports on events, and its general informality, it is most truly representative of Fandom. It goes without saying that Art Rapp well represents the spirit of fandom.
So it is with something of a feeling of personal sadness that I write this, for what may be the final issue of Spacewarp. Art isn't dead, nor has the war that called him blazed to the point that it will engulf us all. But time has a funny way of changing people, and fans change even faster. I fear we, as fans, may never see our pipe-smoking follower of Roscoe in quite the same way ... So hail and farewell, Art, it was nice knowing you and Spacewarp. Come back soon.
Gordon Dewey Folks, this is the volume deal.
Nowhere, I mean NoWhere, will you find a volume magazine like this one. I mean it folks.
Count the pages. Then go around to the mimeo rooms of other fans and see what they've got.
Compare prices. Try to match these. You can't do it, folks. Because this is the Volume Magazine.
Come down and pick one out. Make a selection. Take it home with you -- read it. Try it out.
Yes, Folks, we aren't afraid to make that offer, because we know -- KNOW -- that no one is able to match this volume deal. No other fanmag has the organization behind it to put out a Volume Magazine like this one.
Rapp, Conner, Metchette, Watkins, Boggs, Coslet, Speer, Burbee, Laney, Dewey, and now Sneary, official non-holder of a non-office in the Outlanders.
You folks out there have been writing for this volume deal, and Here It Is!
F. Towner Laney As most of you probably already know, this is the last issue of SPACEWARP. Art Rapp is back in the army -- the only way he could figure out to get away from his monthly schedule -- and we do not yet know the name of the monthly fanzine he is going to publish on army time with army material.
There may be another SPACEWARP though. Chas. Stuart-Metchette has spoken vaguely of putting out an issue this winter. We have promised him material when and if. We will even set it up for him, because no fanzine # is worth anything unless it is set up (whatever that means) by some Big Man who can Bray about how he SET UP this fanzine.
One thing that we all can do for Soldier Rapp. We would like all of you to write letters of comment on these two insurgent issues of WARP. Send them to us. We will assemble them into a great sheaf, staple them (yes, we do have a stapler or two, y'know), and forward the whole wad to this boy who can no doubt find a use for them.
The best part of this issue, of course, does not appear in it. It consists of a solid hour of wire, recording the dulcet tones of the people at the WARP session. It is pretty wonderful, particularly when Sneary starts to explain about the Outlanders. We call this part of it "Sneary at Bay". You may get to see a transcript of this portion; since Redd Boggs has become so enamored of it that -- in addition to playing it three or four times -- he has typed it off. He is now trying to figure out which of the Outlanders' non-officers is empowered to authorize Sneary to give him permission to publish it.
Never make the mistake of telling anyone that you are, or are not, going to do something or other. This immense agglomeration of stuff stems directly from a letter I wrote Rapp three or four months ago, begging off from doing an installment of "Fanzine Scope", because I was "burned out on writing". The next letter I wrote him concerned our guest-editing Warp. Now that Korzybski has died, this sort of thing may be expected to happen anytime you stick your neck out.
CHARLES BURBEE One of the benefits of having unstapled magazines in your files is that you don't have to unstaple them when you want to use them for crud sheets when you are mimeographing monster magazines like this one. For use as crud sheets, I must have unstapled five fanzines that were lying around here. But it was for a good purpose that these famzines died. They died helping to give birth to a new fanzine, that it, too, may someday be used to give birth to another fanzine, etc. I will not name the magazines for this might sadden the editors thereof.
Super Salesmen. The day of the super salesman, gone for so long a time, came back for a brief moment after the war (WW2) and, of course, is now gone again. A few months ago my wife had dealings with one of this vanished breed. He came to the door with a super vacuum cleaner which did everything but play Muskrat Ramble on the E flat clarinet. She wanted one but lacked $10 of the down payment. So the SS looked around and said by golly there was some way to work the deal, and by looking around the place he learned that we were moving and were going to get rid of the chickens we had. He brightened up. "Will you sell them for $10?" he asked. She said yes. So he sold her the vacuum cleaner, left it with her, and appeared next day with a woman from half a mile away who wanted to buy exactly that number of chickens for $10. So the deal was made. When, again, will we see salesmen who actually go out and sell like that? If these intervals between wars get shorter and shorter, the way they've been doing, super salesmen will go the way of all obsolete and extinct things.
Well, anyway, so long, Rapp. Didn't get to know you very well, myself. I am still not quite sure how I got into this publishing job. It must be the evil influence of F. Towner Laney, who, as a person once said, stands between me and my destiny.
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