CFSDFGHJKL
by
QAZ

In school I was taught something called "English". With it, so I was told, I would be able to converse with almost anybody in this country not to mention other countries which I won't mention. And, they told me, I would be able to write wor ds that other people would be able to read and also I would be able to understand the words that they wrote.

Then I started my career as a stage hand. "First," my boss says, "Dutchman the stage right tormentor and then go up on the pin rail and lower the long lines on the downstage legs and trim the teaser."

Shortly later I got connected with fandom and discovered that fans are slans with or without telepathic tendrils.

Now I ask you!

Well, for some time I studied and at last I decided that I was again ready to face the world. I was equipt with a bit of each of the following; English, Spanish, German, four words in French, two in Latin, one in Chinese, Stage handish, Slanish, and s ome of the less acute dialects of Ackermanese. This should get me thru life, I think. (Hah!)

So I go to the supply store to get the stuff to turn out this zine ____can I buy a couple dozen mimeo stencils hay? No, I gotta buy a choir. [[quire. Ed.]] (Stop showing off .. Author) And paper ... it comes in reams. Well, what about a jug of ink? Jug, shmug, ink you buy by the lb.

Hey, 4e, wha' hoppen to Esperanto?

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Thot I had dummied on that first paragraf didn't you!!

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BY HECK

There was a young writer (a lunk)
Who wrote science tales that were punk
His stories were hack,
The pulp zines sent 'em back
So he sold a slick-zine all the junk.

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RICE AND OLD SHOES DEPT.

July 15; Wray Potter became Mrs. Walt Kessel

(Walt's an old fan-
Ed. Remember Cosmic
Dust?)

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Data entry by Judy Bemis

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