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Fanfare, issue 9, 1942

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side instead of a stick. These vanes are not heavy and they do not bring the center of gravity below the point of thrust. The first time we tried to launch one, we mistakenly laid it horizontally on the ground, with the notion that it would rise gracefully in an arching curve. It did nothing of the sort, but after skimming the grass for twenty yards, nosed over and nit the ground, from which undignified position it sent out the stars and so on such rockets are supposed to give off at zenith. With the next one, we were wiser. We stood it on its base, nose pointed perpendicularly to the ground, and lo and behold, it did scar gracefully into the skies, with gratifying effect. The point of this is that if the center of thrust is directly underneath the center of gravity, your spaceship, like the rocket, is bound to go up. And fins stabilize the course in atmosphere, while once out in space, the effects of the gravitational fields are much less severe. We've never studied engineering, though. Anyone wanna argue?
* In the immemorial tradition of this column (just three months old!) (plus a handful--yhos) we close on a Higher Plane, elevating your lowly thoughts, O reader, with a quotation of merit:

"In an opal dream cave I found a fairy:
Her wings were frailer than flower petals,
Frailer far than snowflakes.
She was not frightened, but poised on my finger,
Then walked delicately into my hand.
I shut the two palms of my hands together
And held her prisoner.
I carried her out of the opal cave,
Then opened my hands.
First she became thistledown,
Then a mote in a sunbeam,
Then - nothing at all.
Empty now is my opal cave."

--- Katherine Mansfield

Ended now is my rambling detour . . .

FANS
are the FRIENDLIEST PEOPLE
(continued from page twenty)
at least during that evening--the most glorious and most important thing in life. In another corner is a surgeon, a factory worker, a sign painter, and an electrician, also gabbing six to the minute about something they consider the most important thing in life - at least at that moment.
And that, my own, my very dear friends - that, is Fandom. And how we love it!
Pity those poor deluded yaps that think Fans are nuts!

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24 detours side instead of a stick. These vanes are not heavy and they do not bring the center of gravity below the point of thrust. The first time we tried to launch one, we mistakenly laid it horizontally on the ground, with the notion that it would rise gracefully in an arching curve. It did nothing of the sort, but after skimming the grass for twenty yards, nosed over and nit the ground, from which undignified position it sent out the stars and so on such rockets are supposed to give off at zenith. With the next one, we were wiser. We stood it on its base, nose pointed perpendicularly to the ground, and lo and behold, it did scar gracefully into the skies, with gratifying effect. The point of this is that if the center of thrust is directly underneath the center of gravity, your spaceship, like the rocket, is bound to go up. And fins stabilize the course in atmosphere, while once out in space, the effects of the gravitational fields are much less severe. We've never studied engineering, though. Anyone wanna argue? * In the immemorial tradition of this column (just three months old!) (plus a handful--yhos) we close on a Higher Plane, elevating your lowly thoughts, O reader, with a quotation of merit: "In an opal dream cave I found a fairy: Her wings were frailer than flower petals, Frailer far than snowflakes. She was not frightened, but poised on my finger, Then walked delicately into my hand. I shut the two palms of my hands together And held her prisoner. I carried her out of the opal cave, Then opened my hands. First she became thistledown, Then a mote in a sunbeam, Then - nothing at all. Empty now is my opal cave." --- Katherine Mansfield Ended now is my rambling detour . . . FANS are the FRIENDLIEST PEOPLE (continued from page twenty) at least during that evening--the most glorious and most important thing in life. In another corner is a surgeon, a factory worker, a sign painter, and an electrician, also gabbing six to the minute about something they consider the most important thing in life - at least at that moment. And that, my own, my very dear friends - that, is Fandom. And how we love it! Pity those poor deluded yaps that think Fans are nuts!