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"WEIRD TALES has gained its great popularity," a friend told us recently, "because it offers us escape from the commonplaceness of the matter-of-fact world about us. I read it because it opens a new door for my imagination, and lets me roam for a few hours in another world—like Alfred Noyes' Old Gray Squirrel, the shipping-clerk who sat on a high stool totting up figures all day long, yet sailed on marvelous adventures, in his fancy, to all parts of the world in the argosies whose cargoes he inventoried; or like the Chinese laundryman in Vachel Lindsay's poem, who sweated at his work all day but heard the Chinese nightingale in his dreams."

Writes Charles M. Stephens, from Long Island: "The improvement in Weird Tales is steady and sure. I know for a fact that when once Weird Tales is read by a lover of gripping fiction, it is read always. Throughout Long Island the readers snap up the copies on the date they are placed on the news stands, and through the old readers here the magazine is constantly gaining new ones. Long ago Weird Tales passed the experimental stage in publishing, and I am happy to see it today an institution in the magazine field."

George Merrick Cobb, of Santa Barbara, California, writes to The Eyrie: "Please, oh please, give us some more stories by Donald Wandrei. His The Red Brain was absolutely the sublimest thing of its kind I have ever read, and I can assure you that I am well and widely read. I also must say a word about The Moon Terror, the serial from Weird Tales which you have brought out as a book. If I knew that I could never get another copy of this magnificent book I would not sell mine for ten dollars."

"I liked the Russian flogging tale (The Justice of the Czar) in your last number," writes Lieutenant C. T. Lanham from the Canal Zone. "Why not more dealing with the rack, the boot, the drop, the wheel, the hot pincers, etc.? The Chinese have some lovely little devices, too."

Writes P. S. Miller, of Scotia, New York: "As one of your younger and

newer readers, I can not judge Weird Tales as well as if I were one of your pioneers. As a steady reader, I began with Edmond Hamilton's The Metal Giants, but before that I had read some scattered issues, one of them contain-