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Stephen A. Kallis, jr.The Untouchable,ASF, Dec. An unknown species of man—or sub-man, his boss said, and prudently Ed remained silent. Two months would tell the tale. After Belladonna, four Vermilion Sands stories appeared between 1961 and 1963. Three more (a 'journey of return to that exotic suburb of my mind') were published last year, filling out a book due shortly from Putnam. In all of them, the fabulous character of the landscape was clearly just that: fabulous— yet so familiar too somehow part of my own experience, that I once spent an afternoon poring over Gazettes and Atlases (never thinking to try an Anatomy) until I satisfied myself with a location on, or near, the coast of Guatemala. Apparently other readers were similarly compelled because the author asked me to specify here: And Double : Bill. Those of you who saw the Ninth Annual will recall my discussion at some length of the survey conducted for this fan publication by Lloyd Biggie. I based my comments, and the list of participants, on two installments of the survey—and discovered too late that there was a third I had not yet received. There is little to add to the conclusions, but I should like to include now the names of the remainder of participating authors: Charles Beaumont, James Blish, Anthony Boucher, Leigh Brackett, Marion Zimmer Bradley, Reginald Bretnor, Terry Carr, Arthur C. Clarke, Hal Clement, Avram Davidson, Lester Del Rey, August Derleth, Horace Gold, Edmond Hamilton, Joe Hensley, Robert W. Lowndes, Richard Lupoff, Mack Reynolds, Eric Frank Russell, James H. Schmitz, Robert Silverberg, E. E. Doc Smith, George 0. Smith, William Temple, Theodore Thomas, Ted White, Kate Wilhelm, Jack Williamson and Robert F. Young. If they have to pull me, I will not ride, Hitchcock insisted staunchly. Good morning, said Mose, not feeling strange at all to be talking to the thing. ‘It’s good to have you back.’ Eatherly: the prototypal Pre-Third Man—dating the Pre-Third from August 6, 1945—carrying a full load of cosmic guilt.* * * * Yes, your eggs. This final flower turns a burning head. We bowled on merrily, whistling and singing. Desperately, then, Reese spoke. Until I entered. A silver tube slid up out of the floor, then another. A gas with a faint floral odor was being released. When Oliver August, formerly passive, girded his valuable loins they charged like a unicorn, there was cause. Caseys voice remained even. As it worked out, it seemed expedient to follow through as I did. A brown bear stood there. One of its heavy hands was clenched over the hilt of a knife. No, sir. Come in, she repeated; theres a hot apple pie.” No!Quiet, Martha! Cordice choked. His front collapsed. Brumm did it all. Kill him and let usgo!” He twisted in his bonds. One other item not mentioned in either of the Honorable Mention lists to follow is the continuing emergence of verse in s-f. In addition to the irrepressible Hilbert Schenck, there were notable contributions last year by Randall Garrett, Joseph Hansen, Alan Lindsey, and Rosser Reeves.* * * *.
