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letters in the August issue:

"Hawk Carse is coming back to our pages soon. In fact, several times." Again I quote: . . . nor is this the last of Hawk Carse. He will return several more times. Mr. Gilmore is hard at work on more adventures of the romantic, swashbuckling soldier of space."

I only wish to say in leaving that unless we get action on this Hawk Carse deal, we readers will organise a "Hawk Carse or Else Club."

Mr. Gilmore is an inventor, besides being a writer. Since we haven't heard from him recently, we assume that the work which he reluctantly deserted at our plea for more Hawk Carse is once again demanding his full attention, due to the need for his work by our country. We are sure that Mr. Gilmore would not keep you waiting for more of his fine material, if he could do otherwise. We do know that he has another story partly finished. Sooner or later you will get it in these pages.—Ed.

Sirs:

I was reading along peacefully on the Spring Quarterly when I happened to notice that somebody else than myself claims to be the youngest reader of S. F. This is not true. I am the youngest reader. I, pending March 12, am 13 years of age. I started reading S. F. in 1936 when I was six years old. I could read the newspaper when I was three years old.

You certainly cut your "eye" teeth on science fiction, eh, David? Well, stick with us. We hope you're with us at sixty!—Ed.

Sirs:

I have been reading the magazine for 10 years now, and this is the first letter I've been moved to write. The last straw was that unparalleled stinker, "Bill Caldron Goes to the Future." Where in hell did you dig that up? If you just needed filler, fill the page with x's or leave it blank before printing another such mess of tripe. It was pitched to a 6-year-old level, and written apparently by a 5-year-old. Lord, I aired the house out! In the same issue with Weinbaum, too! Oh well. . . .

This story, perhaps to your amazement, actually was written by a writer almost as youthful as you say. It struck your editors, and many of our readers, as the cleverest, and yet most sincere, satire on science fiction that has ever been written. And the real laugh comes from the fact that it drew a lot of fan mail just as sincere! Several writers we know are going around with red faces,