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in my doubtless ill-esteemed estimation. Personal thanks we imediately sent to Maliano, Watson and Wheeler for their magnificent good grace to bring such a fine collection to our attention. I first fell in love with the works of George Ebey much over a year ago when Tom Wright's final bow to fandom, Dawn, with the initial printing of Ebey's matchless poetry. Heartily I place most of the blmase for this edition on the shoulders of George Wheeler, for he was a great admirer of Ebey long before any knew of his master touch for the pen. I aver, wholeheartedly and unreservedly, that I believe this lad, now serving with our gallant merchant marine, holds a future as bright or brighter than any other unknown in tomorrow's poetic lines. Lord knows it's sincere commendation, for the personal genius that George possesses impresses myself as well as a majority of others as that of a distorted personality, a warped social hater. GE is an indescribable sort of character, who does, or formerly did, take great delight in mentally torturing those of his associates. The Golden Gate Fantasy Society once felt much about him as the FAPA does about Degler; but in George, was inexplicably forgivable and at least Wright and myself couldn't help but secretly like this younger fan. Probably he's changed much since I've been away. Mention of all this is not made in defamation of Ebey's character but as proof that my high regard for his work, and the high regard held by others who are acquainted with him, comes purely from faithful belief in his ability and work and not from personal friendship. Yet ... I'd give a lot to speak with George once more.

    Much has been mentioned this time, in Fan Slants and Inspiration, to recall a couple of the better of the lot, and in other magazines, about the mental atate of fandom's breed. This at last is being recognized by the vast something is being done to awaken those at fault to the affliction and the correction. At one period I gave my whole time, what there was left of it out of the sick-bed, to etf and all its phases. I believe that is what resulted in the warped alter ego known as John Reitrof, although I do believe that his neurotic, psychologically will adversaries made him out as much worse than he really was.

    Yet fandom, ridiculous as it sometimes can be, had members who decried the fact that I was trying to drag myself out of it. Horrors! came the soreams of those who nodded sagely and cried bitterly about my misspent youth of drink, sex, jazz, etc., and my nonfan hobbies. But ir helped turn the trick and I can actually thank the army for doing one thing: making my life as anti-neurotic as it can possibly be. Eighteen months has seen a change in my outlook on life that I never believed possible. Why all this personal contemplation? Well, it's ironically like one of those "before and after ads. Anyone, namely Ackerman, Morojo, et al, who doesn't believe that a little less of this beloved stf and a little more of the earthly stuff will work wonders, step up and write a letter to recieve and answer of recommendation. Laney should go down in history for that: "In fandom, a pervert is a guy who goes out with women." Selah. (Editorial interjection: This "immortal" statement was actually made by TBYerke, rather than by myself; however, I most certainly conour, and I believe that I did a good deal to publicise this remark. --FTLaney.)

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in my doubtless ill-esteemed estimation. Personal thanks we imediately sent to Maliano, Watson and Wheeler for their magnificent good grace to bring such a fine collection to our attention. I first fell in love with the works of George Ebey much over a year ago when Tom Wright's final bow to fandom, Dawn, with the initial printing of Ebey's matchless poetry. Heartily I place most of the blmase for this edition on the shoulders of George Wheeler, for he was a great admirer of Ebey long before any knew of his master touch for the pen. I aver, wholeheartedly and unreservedly, that I believe this lad, now serving with our gallant merchant marine, holds a future as bright or brighter than any other unknown in tomorrow's poetic lines. Lord knows it's sincere commendation, for the personal genius that George possesses impresses myself as well as a majority of others as that of a distorted personality, a warped social hater. GE is an indescribable sort of character, who does, or formerly did, take great delight in mentally torturing those of his associates. The Golden Gate Fantasy Society once felt much about him as the FAPA does about Degler; but in George, was inexplicably forgivable and at least Wright and myself couldn't help but secretly like this younger fan. Probably he's changed much since I've been away. Mention of all this is not made in defamation of Ebey's character but as proof that my high regard for his work, and the high regard held by others who are acquainted with him, comes purely from faithful belief in his ability and work and not from personal friendship. Yet ... I'd give a lot to speak with George once more. Much has been mentioned this time, in Fan Slants and Inspiration, to recall a couple of the better of the lot, and in other magazines, about the mental atate of fandom's breed. This at last is being recognized by the vast something is being done to awaken those at fault to the affliction and the correction. At one period I gave my whole time, what there was left of it out of the sick-bed, to etf and all its phases. I believe that is what resulted in the warped alter ego known as John Reitrof, although I do believe that his neurotic, psychologically will adversaries made him out as much worse than he really was. Yet fandom, ridiculous as it sometimes can be, had members who decried the fact that I was trying to drag myself out of it. Horrors! came the soreams of those who nodded sagely and cried bitterly about my misspent youth of drink, sex, jazz, etc., and my nonfan hobbies. But ir helped turn the trick and I can actually thank the army for doing one thing: making my life as anti-neurotic as it can possibly be. Eighteen months has seen a change in my outlook on life that I never believed possible. Why all this personal contemplation? Well, it's ironically like one of those "before and after ads. Anyone, namely Ackerman, Morojo, et al, who doesn't believe that a little less of this beloved stf and a little more of the earthly stuff will work wonders, step up and write a letter to recieve and answer of recommendation. Laney should go down in history for that: "In fandom, a pervert is a guy who goes out with women." Selah. (Editorial interjection: This "immortal" statement was actually made by TBYerke, rather than by myself; however, I most certainly conour, and I believe that I did a good deal to publicise this remark. --FTLaney.)