All Our Yesterdays, by Warner, Harry

I have always considered myself a fan of SF, though a tame one. What do I mean when I say “tame?” Back in the day, in the late thirties, forties and fifties, there were numbers of fans that were a breed apart. Fans who actually got out there and did something to earn money or produce something worthy for other fans to appreciate. Fans who regularly put together fanzines and mailed them across the country, from club to club. Fans who wrote dozens of letters per month, to each other and the […]

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