Hart to Heart
We hope the rest of our readers have had as beautiful an Autumn as we've had and are having. So far, only the lightest of frosts--just enough that we've been able to put the lawn mower in wraps until next spring... Otherwise, except for the election (in which we supported a record number of losers), there wasn't much in the way of news since we quit 'plowing up the field: But we doubt if changing the title of this column had anything to do with the dearth of stuff to put under it...
Only one out-of-town visit the last month--Ruth and Arthur Burks, who stayed only long enough to prove there are entities hanging around our menage—and some persons can see them. Lucipuss was a bit puzzled as to why we should permit such an awful thing as a dog-- even a nice cocker with big brown eyes—to usurp her favorite sleeping spots, but Socco and Teufel took the "invasion" in stride. Another thing we discovered: If there are any doubters, a certain science-fiction writer (name on request) really did write a manuscript which he called "The Book" and which our visitor changed to its better known title of "Ex-Calibur"---but we won't go into the history of why it never was published. (For more on Burks and what he is doing so far from his home in Paradise, Penn., see his letter from Arizona.)...
Just after Lee Lockhart solved our problem of how to hear Mayne VanVogt's LP "Freedom Record" when we have no record player, Roy Davis (Box 391, Radio City Sta., New York) sends us "Creative Imagination" and "The Art of Meditation"-- on a LP platter. And, since Roy is one of our favorite discoursers on things infinite, this puts us right back where we were a few months ago: In need of a friend or neighbor with an acceptable platter spinner. Probably Delbert and Bernett Hern, who celebrated their 29th wedding anniversary over our ouija board the other night, are going to be paid a return call, real fast. We'll bring our own record...
Might add here that in playing around with " spooks" (to use the impolite designation) lately, we collided head-on with one who, apparently, "doesn't take it too damn' seriously", either. It was our first attempt at automatic writing, spirit writing. or whatever you want to call it, and hardly had we put pen to paper than we/it began to write: "Alphia will be king when he tells the truth if he thinks he is"! "What kind of a message is that?" we asked, of no one in particular-- but the pen still was writing-- again the same message. And a third time, and then a fourth. This was getting a bit monotonous, evenforour duplicating training. With two more repeats, we decided to waste no sore paper and time on who! whatever was implying we lie, and offering us a bit of thankless bait to get us to change our ways. So we quit. However, now that we have had it proven to us that there are ways of getting messages from somewhere/something , we're about ready to let the message writers return to the non-communication status they and we maintained so successfully forlo! these may years. That is, if the Publisher half of this teas, who is having so much fun with these unique experiments, doesn't veto us in our half-serious resolution...
Contributors to the Lending Library this month include the two old reliables, Marquis McDonald, of Fort Scott., Kas., and C. H. Murphy, of Anaheim, Calif. Right here, we might mention that most readers have been quite prompt in returning books they borrow, but the Librarian reports two or three could stand a bit of reminding that they're delinquent. She gave us the names, but we told her to send them notices; being thoughtless is no excuse for getting your name in the paper-- unless you forget to wake up some morning. Then you might drop us a card and tell us what they did with the body.
Not until Hardin Walsh of Los Angeles sent us an order for the Doctorate and Clinical Course notes did we discover that the box we thought was full of Clinical Notes had been mislabeled, and unless we find another error in our stock somewhere, there just ain't no more. It was a bit of a rude awakening. Hardin, by the waY, wrote us on a fancy letterhead for "Majine Productions, Inc.," which almost classifies him with another well-known incorporator. Let's see: There now are Majine Productions, Creative Abilities Unlimited, Totality-- We'll pass. We have enough trouble trying to keep books on our own little unincorporated Letter Service...
Fred Hibbard, Dodge City, Kas., has sent out a questionnaire, seeking to set up a regional Synergetic Workshop for the Kansas-Colorado area, to be held during the Thanksgiving, Christmas, or New Year's week-end, at Wichita, Denver, Dodge City, or ?. If there's a reporter in the crowd not tied up with an exclusive contract by CHANGE, we'll gladly lend him/her our eyeshade for the occasion... 1And now, let us pray.., that you enjoy your Christmas, or whatever it is You celebrate when you should be hibernating, as much as we did ours last Summer.
Ruth and Arthur Burks --- Clasped in his own "red hands"
