by Mortimer Weisinger
Dr. T. O'Conor Sloane--who wishes he were related to the owner of
'Sloan's Liniment.'
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Hugo Gernsback--who, when commended for his ability to turn out new
editorials month after month, modestly shrugged it off with: "It's all
in the day's work."
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Harry Bates--who evasively answers all questions pertaining to the
identity of Anthony Gilmore by saying, "I'll speak only upon advice
from my counsel."
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A. Merritt--who, though he is perhaps the greatest man I have ever
known, is incredibly unaffected for a person with his success.
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Dr. David Henry Keller--who can tell a story almost better than he can
write, as witness the tale, "The Dead Woman," told to me in his room
at the Hotel New Yorker.
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Mrs. David Keller--who enjoys piquing one's curiosity when quizzed
about the name of the magazine for which her husband writes under a
nom-de-plume.
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Angelica Keller--who is the 'Angelica' of scores of Keller stories,
and upon whom Dr. Keller's story, "A Pyschological Experiment," was
based.
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Abner Joseph Gelula--who gleefully claims that he wishes the movie
magnates would buy each of his stories for the movies, as they did
"Automaton."
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Miss Florence Bothner, Dr. Sloane's capable secretary, who rightly
insists that Bob Olsen is the wittiest s-f writer.
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Leo Morey--one of the most handsome chaps of the science fiction gang,
and perhaps the slickest dresser of them all.
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H. W. Wesso--who confesses that he knows less about technical sciences
than Homer Eon Flint knows of the sequel to "The Blind Spot."
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Miss Miriam Bourne--whose pet diversion is telling Dr. Keller that he
is not a real author, in the true sense of the word, although she
tells friends that Doctor Keller is the greatest of them all, when he
isn't around!
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Arthur J. Burks--who reeled off his five thousand word part for the
serial, COSMOS, in exactly two hours! I vas dere, Sharlie.
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Gawain Edwards,--who when asked to pay only one dollar as initiation
fee for membership in the old Scienceers, slapped it down with such
contempt as if to say, "What Pikers!"
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Charles D. Hornig, a New Jerseyite, who wishes there were dozens of
Clark Ashton Smiths and also dozens of H. P. Lovecrafts.