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Diablerie, February 1944

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     Roominashuns on inncompetency 
MALIANO ~ 
    
                "You're a pack of bloody Naz-
                is!" cries Palmer. . . This, we 
                might add, is indeed a revel-
                              ation
               _______________________

   Raymond A. Palmer, esteemed editor of those two sterling publications, Amazing Stories and Fantastic Adventures, recently relayed several sarcastic and rather pointless remarks and criticisms to Julie Unger's newsweekly, Fantasy Fiction Field. Needless to say that aforementioned remarks took up valuable space that might be better employed by Julie.

   Anyway, the gist of Palmer's tirade went something like this:

               I dislike your ratings. You're all wet. I 
       publish good stuff. Read it and you'll see what 
       I mean. You're bad. I don't like all you nasty 
       people. You believe what that dirty Nazi, 
       Claude Degler, says. He's crazy. I say it. I'm 
       not going to have anything more to do with all 
       you naughty people. 
       To hell with all you big bad fans.

   Wherewith Palmer withdraws all support and publicity that he has given us in the past. He says it, incidentally, in such a way that an outsider might well believe good old RAP was drawing with a fine needle the very life blood from our bodies.

   Why Mr. Palmer - we're broken-hearted!!

   He then proceeds to wave flags and sing patriotic songs, meanwhile telling the by now frantic fans (I laugh) that they are all traitors, jerks, and men

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16 Roominashuns on inncompetency MALIANO ~ "You're a pack of bloody Naz- is!" cries Palmer. . . This, we might add, is indeed a revel- ation _______________________ Raymond A. Palmer, esteemed editor of those two sterling publications, Amazing Stories and Fantastic Adventures, recently relayed several sarcastic and rather pointless remarks and criticisms to Julie Unger's newsweekly, Fantasy Fiction Field. Needless to say that aforementioned remarks took up valuable space that might be better employed by Julie. Anyway, the gist of Palmer's tirade went something like this: I dislike your ratings. You're all wet. I publish good stuff. Read it and you'll see what I mean. You're bad. I don't like all you nasty people. You believe what that dirty Nazi, Claude Degler, says. He's crazy. I say it. I'm not going to have anything more to do with all you naughty people. To hell with all you big bad fans. Wherewith Palmer withdraws all support and publicity that he has given us in the past. He says it, incidentally, in such a way that an outsider might well believe good old RAP was drawing with a fine needle the very life blood from our bodies. Why Mr. Palmer - we're broken-hearted!! He then proceeds to wave flags and sing patriotic songs, meanwhile telling the by now frantic fans (I laugh) that they are all traitors, jerks, and men