Blastoff To Xmas!
Due to the fact that the tapes for the First Friday Minutes for the months of October and November were incoherent, the Third Friday Minutes for October were inconclusive and that it seems NOBODY took minutes for the November Third Friday, even though I informed the club that I would not be present at that meeting and that somebody should please take them down and send them to me, End Result: NO MINUTES FOR THIS ISSUE! I do, however, remember two very important items: 1) 1985 February Relaxacon Chairwoman Lee Smoire has not yet finalized which hotel we will be at, and 2) the Tree Trim Party and the Solstice Dinner will be held at the Gillilands' abode on Friday, December 21st and Saturday, December 22nd respectively. If you're planning on attending, please inform Dolly what you'll be bringing so she can coordinate the dinner. Also, a special note to those of you on Santa Bevy's usual Xmas list: please let her know if you'll be attending either one of the two previously mentioned December events so she knows what night to bring your gifts; don't make her and her Rudolf bring your present if you won't be attending - she has enough to drag around as it is! Thanks a lot.!!!
The WSFA Journal is the verisimilitudinous monthly newsletter of the Washington Science Fiction Association. Editor-in-Chief: Beverly L. Brandt, 3326 Lauriston Place, Fairfax, VA 22031. Tel. No.: (703) 573-8230
This year's winners for the World Fantasy Awards are as follows:
BEST NOVEL: "The Dragon Waiting" by John M. Ford
BEST NOVELLA: "Black Air" by Kim Stanley Robinson
BEST SHORT STORY: "Elle Est Trois" by Tanith Lee
BEST COLLECTION/ANTHOLOGY: "High Spirits" by Robertson Davies
BEST ARTIST: Steve Gervais
SPECIAL AWARD PROFESSIONAL: "The High Kings" by Joy Chant, Ian & Betty Ballantine, David Larkin & George Sharp
SPECIAL AWARD - NON-PROFESSIONAL: "Fantasy Tales" by Stephen Jones & David Sutton
LIFE ACHIEVEMENT: L. Sprague deCamp, Richard Matheson, E. Hoffman Price, Jack Vance & Donald Wandrei
A Special Award was given to Donald Grant
Also presented at the awards ceremony were the British Fantasy Awards; the winners included Peter Straub, Don & Elsie Wollheim, Karl Edward Wagner, Rowenn Morrill & the film, "The Evil Dead".
Made nineteen years after the release of its predecessor, with a story set nine years in its future, Peter Hyams' 2010 is an impressive masterpiece of state-of-the-art film making and special effects.
Written, produced and directed by Peter Hyams and based on Arthur C. Clarke's excellent novel 2010:Odyssey Two, 2010 is an breathtaking work just shy of two hours in length.
While many may see this film to see if it makes any sense out of 2001:A Space Odyssey, those who WERE able to understand Stanley Kubrick's enigmatic movie colossus may find this film slightly less staggering than the original.
The original first novel had the ship Discovery heading toward Saturn whereupon the movie truly deviated from the novel, settling for Jupiter due to budget, as well as the film's events.
Novelwise, David Bowman didn't make the futile attempt to rescue his comrade, murdered by the paranoid silk-voiced H.A.L. 9000 computer. After disconnecting H.A.L., Bowman examined the massive monolith (resting on a moon rather than drifting in space), and found it to be a hyperspace portal with similar properties to a black hole: this ending closely matching the film's ending.
Hyams is to be commended on the new film's work. 2010 is high class science fiction (although like many science fiction film makers [as opposed to fantasy film makers] he forgot that space is a vacuum and thus a spacecraft's exhaust makes no sound).
The new film picks up the story nine years later after it briefs the audience as to the events in the earlier film. Dr. Heywood Floyd (Roy Scheider), who touched the Tycho Monolith on the moon as it broadcast its signal to Jupiter, gets the hint from a Russian scientist (Dana Elcar) that Discovery's orbit around Jupiter's volcanic moon Io is decaying.
As Discovery II would not be ready before the Russian's ship, The Leonov (which is preparing for the same salvage mission), the suggestion is made that the scientific community between America and Russia should cooperate to reach Discovery together.
Although Heywood blamed himself for the loss of that crew, he is consumed by curiosity as to what really happened to the H.A.L. 9000, and what was meant by astronaut David Bowman's final verbal entry as he examined the monolith: "My God, it's full of stars!"
Floyd chooses two other Americans for the flight: Walter Curnow, who originally designed Discovery (played by John Lithgow, who does a fabulous portrayal of a nervous civilian in space) and Dr. Chandra, the modest, soft spoken designer/programmer of the H.A.L. 9000 series who loves computers almost more than humans (wonderfully enacted by the under-rated character actor Bob Balaban).
The Russian crew includes the accomplished British actress Helen Mirren as Captain Tanya Kirbuk (spell Kirbuk backwards .....), Saveli Kramarov (of Moscow on the Hudson), Victor Steinbach, Jan Triska, Oleg Rudnik, Vladimir Skomarovsky, Elya Baskin, and Natasha Shneider.
Floyd "narrates" the film in letters home in such a fashion that he should begin them with "Captain's Log: Stardate .....". Awakened from cryogenic hibernation before arriving at their destination, probes detect organic life on the icy moon of Europa, thus notifying The Intelligence that Humankind has returned.
Aboard the Discovery, Dr. Chandra reactivates H.A.L. in a truly moving scene, set between suspense and tearfelt emotion. The voice of H.A.L. is performed by Canadian stage actor Douglas Rain who did H.A.L.'s voice in 2001.
What was once the thoughts and memories of David Bowman (Keir Dullea), of the original Discovery mission, is released by The Intelligence and contacts his widow and dying mother. Later (in a tensely directed sequence of the impressive makeup effects of Michael Westmore - who did the same aging makeup on Dullea in 2001) Bowman sends an ominous warning to Dr. Floyd .....
The main distraction from the story is the idea that the U.S. and Russia break off relations during the mission and the two crews are forbidden to communicate. Although this change from Clarke's novel (which was wonderful in that it expressed our world to have already made peace and the cooperation was mutual rather than political) DOES give a more suspenseful escape scene as mammoth multiplying monoliths begin to "strip-mine" Jupiter's surface.
This is not a film to be missed. While not the Movie Event that was Kubrick's mind-bending 2001:A Space Odyssey, its sequel, 2010, is impressive enough for any Intelligent audience.
Los Angeles is deserted, an orange smog from a comet fills the sky. One lone car sits with its bright lights and radio on. The only signs of civilization are sets of empty clothes lying about surrounded by orange dust.
Thom Eberhardt had lunch with three twelve year-olds and because of their conversation, this writer/director of several "After School Specials" wrote and directed "Night of the Comet". After the conversation, he should've realized how many ideas for the story were from other films and TV shows.
A rich-voice narrator intones about a comet's return from an orbit so wide that, by implication, its last visit caused the extinction of the dinosaurs.
A group of elite scientists go underground, convinced that this comet, through whose tail the Earth will pass, could cause world-wide extinction once again. Sure enough, those who view the spectacular light-show are reduced to calcium powder - an episode of "Star Trek" had a starship crew suffer a similar fate and in "Day of the Triffids" a comet meteor shower blinded those who viewed it.
Those not directly viewing it and instantly disintegrating are still affected by the radiation, of course, so during the evaporation of bodily liquids they become violent cannibals as in "Night of the Living Dead". However, this point is not used to great extent as most of the populace were dusted.
A handful of survivors do so by being surrounded by solid steel during the night, such as Regina, a lovely movie house usher who spent the night in the projection room with a sometime lover, and her sister Samantha, who left her nasty stepmother's dominance and slept in the steel tool shed.
The sexy Catherine Mary Stewart (of "The Last Starfighter") is Regina, who's more interested in high scores in "Tempest" than checking the house. Adorable Kelli Maroney makes her film debut as Samantha, a dynamite-looking cheerleader who still feels she must compete with her older sister for boys.
They find another survivor, Hector (Robert Beltran of "Eating Raoul"), who had spent the night in his truck. He leaves to check on his own family, and after the girls' have a gun battle skirmish with some nasty former department store box boys (although this is one of the film's high points), they are "rescued" by those foresighted scientists, who were still contaminated by the comet, having unfortunately left the underground facility's air vents going.
Think tank director Carter is played with villainous relish by Geoffrey Lewis, a great character actor. Mary Woronov (also from "Eating Raoul") is Audrey, second in command, who is against bringing survivors to the compound.
Director Eberhardt's best move is to make us think it is Audrey who is the villain; when it is really her wish to save survivors from the fate awaiting them at the facility, to be brain killed and their blood perpetually drained and analyzed to find a serum to cure the scientists.
Eberhardt meant well with this film, but he's evidently more familiar with TV films. Although the movie isn't bad, its slow pace is too stretched out; as a shorter film it would have been much better. One distraction is the fact that there are no cars anywhere, even parked at the curbs.
Another is how many films from which elements were taken. The empty streets remind one of "The World, The Flesh and The Devil" and "On the Beach". The flashy department store's gun battle against comet victims is reminiscent of "Day of the Dead", and from "An American Werewolf in London" is the nightmare-within-a-nightmare gag.
The cast do their best with what they've been given, though, and that works for the film's benefit. With its lengthy parts trimmed and its very few "bad word" deleted, this could've been a TV Movie of the Week; it even has a "remember the set up to this joke at the beginning of the film?" ending. Although the "Night of the Comet" is enjoyable, it is a film best made for cable.
11/5 Michael Harris
11/5 Lee Strong
11/6 Joanna Dionne
11/16 Tim Childers
11/19 Bob Oliver
11/19 Linda Sweeting
11/20 Patricia Meeham
11/23 Chris Callahan
11/23 Barry Newton
11/24 Forrest J. Ackerman
11/24 Jane Woodward
11/30 Martin M. Wooster
12/8 Ubear Winfield
12/11 Wayne Dionne
12/12 Mike Kozlowski
12/17 Jack Chalker
12/19 (David Chalker)
12/27 Charles Gilliland
12/30 Avedon Carol
12/30 Somtow Sucharitkul
Editor's Note: Two birthdays were inadvertently left off the list last month; they were: Newton Ewell on 10/23 and Brian Lewis on 10/24. Sorry about that, folks!
Two months ago I received a call from the charming Brenda Zimmerman of the Peachy agency, the PR firm in charge of the Dune premiere. Mike Dirda of the Washington Post had given them my number, and they asked me to help them. I was to supply them with the names of important personages in the SF community of Washington; these people would receive invitations to this prestigious premiere. Naturally, I was happy to comply; I rattled off a few names and promised to supply many more when they called back.
"How about fans?" Brenda said.
"Well, there's WSFA," I said, and told her how many people were members.
"Oh dear," she said, "we can't invite them all, but as a gesture I think we'll invite the officers. They'll be a nice addition to the writers, critics, film people and other SF professionals you supply."
I gave them the number of the president of WSFA. She promised to call them right away and then call me back. I imagined that all was well. Later I was hospitalized and didn't get back until late Saturday night, before the premiere. It was then that I discovered that a number of important SF writers hadn't been invited: Ann Crispin, Paula Volsky, Patrice Duvic, Ed Byers, Tom Monteleone, and so on. Animators such as Kent Burton, cinema experts like Doug Winter, had all been excluded. These people had one thing in common; they were not members of WSFA.
After some investigation I found out that a large number of WSFAns had, on the other hand, received invitations. They had responded so avidly that even invited writers like Charles Sheffield had had to be denied tickets.
On the morning of the premiere I called Brenda in bafflement. My suspicions were confirmed; someone had indeed sent her a marked copy of the WSFA mailing list. I said, "I understand that many fans were invited."
She said, "They weren't fans; they were members of the Washington Science Fiction Association specially pointed out to us by the wife of the president."
I'm not going to insult your intelligence by drawing the obvious conclusions here. But I will say this. Mike Dirda gave Universal my number in good faith; I gave them WSFA's number in good faith. Someone in WSFA, unfortunately took it upon themselves to decide, not only that WSFA is identical with the SF community of Washington, which is nonsense, but also that they could, in a godlike way, select the recipients of the tickets themselves and reap the egoboo of being perceived to have the power of bestowing such bounties.
I'm not pleased.
Michael Dirda feels betrayed, misused, and furious. He is astonished at the unbounded presumption of those in control of WSFA.
If you got to go to the premiere, you should know that Mike Dirda, through me, is the ultimate source of your good fortune. If you didn't, I personally apologize and am prepared to take the blame for misjudging the integrity of people whom I had thought to be my friends.
I'd like to propose that we all chip in to buy Mike a Christmas present. He's particularly fond of Jack Vance, and I was thinking maybe a nice first edition or fine binding of a Vance novel. He is a sterling fellow and is taking all this quite well.
Personally, I think Somtow is being a little too polite. Let me cite as evidence the first wind broken in my presence concerning the Dune premiere. I got a call from Doll Gilliland, demanding to know how a plebeian like me came by precious tickets to give away to unfortunate fans who had been excluded. I explained that I had received my tickets through the good offices of Mike Dirda months ago, and innocently asked if she knew anyone else I might bestow a ticket upon. I was duly commanded not to give one to Martin Morse Wooster, who is apparently on the Gilliland shit list. What choice did I have? I immediately called Martin and offered him the invaluable ducat. He showed up at the premiere wearing a gleaming, white satin tux!
"We put out the word that you needed a ticket," Mrs. Gilliland had the nerve to tell Martin when he flaunted his sartorial splendor in her livid face.
I mention this sordid incident as only one link in a chain of deceit and petty maliciousness that should not pass unnoticed. Unless you happen to be a special friend -- or more likely, politically useful in some way -- to the Gillilands, you probably weren't invited to the movie and the reception that followed. Now, Somtow has already explained where the tickets came from in the first place, so you can decide for yourself whether the aforementioned two-bit politicos had any right to play ghod and decide who got to go to this event and who didn't. It is my perhaps naive view that someone running a club like WSFA has taken on the responsibility of looking out for the interests of the members -- all the members. Since the agency didn't have enough tickets for all WSFAns, then they should have been handed out on a first-come-first-served basis, or by some other egalitarian method. Instead, we got the silly games of the Gillilands. I can't imagine what sort of thrill these weasels get of trying (and, I might add, failing) to pull off a fast one, but it does cause me to wonder about their emotional and mental health.
Okay, Sullivan, you're probably saying by now, enough of this running off at the mouth; so what have you got to offer? I'm coming to that, but first a brief apologia.
Even if you don't know me very well, you may be aware that I've never been active in fannish politics ... and remember, I got to go to the movie.
grapes. [sic] But even if this was mere carping, and even if you consider me the world's biggest asshole, I wish you'd keep one thing in mind that many of you seem to have forgotten: WSFA is your SF club. The officers of WSFA (and certainly not their unelected spouses) can't just arbitrarily make policy. These people weren't elected to push you around and derive egoboo from exclusionary practices such as the Dune debacle. They're elected to serve your fannish interests, and there are ways you can get rid of them if they persist in pulling crap like this on you ... including impeachment proceedings, which require nothing more than a petition signed by 15 members with the approval of the Executive Board, excluding the accused officer. Maybe it won't have to go that far, but you most assuredly can do just that if you deem it best.
Why bother? If you don't mind letting these creeps lord it over you, then find and dandy. But if you do mind, there is at least one way available for you to tell them where to get off. These people are supposedly representing you, spending your money, while demonstrating quite clearly that they don't give a damn about most of you. They complacently believe that you'll put up with it, too, for the simple reason that they are so much more important than you, the dues-paying members of WSFA ... or so they believe.
Are they right? Are you going to take this lying down? Even those of you who went to the premiere should be outraged at the mistreatment of your friends. But fortunately, WSFA is not a monarchy, and I want to make it clear to everybody that there is something you can do. Starting tonight at Somtow's (3621 Greenway Pl., Alexandria, VA, 379-0679, see map), don't miss the first meeting of the Washington Alternative SF Association. Long Live WASFA!!!
[ drawing of a hand giving the finger, coming soon ]
(Editor's note: I would like to add that I am personally disappointed by the Gillilands' behavior, particularly in that our Vice President never received an invitation. Moreover, I don't particularly like the idea of starting a new club . . . but if it's the only way to prevent such childishness, I'm willing to go along with it.)
[ Hand-drawn map with arrows from the Gilliland's house to Somtow's house censored ]
Well it seems we FINALLY have found a Guest of Honor for next year's Disclave: Ed Bryant. Artist GOH will be Bob Walters. The following WSFAns will be heading various departments: Bob Macintosh - Treasurer, Tim Sullivan & Walter Miles - Programming, Joe Mayhew - Publications, Kim Weston Films, Beverly Brandt - Registration, Bob Oliver - Art Show, and John Sapienza - Gaming. Other jobs such as the Dealer Room, Con Suite, etc. are still open. Please get in touch with Chairman Mike Walsh ASAP if you're interested in these or any other jobs not mentioned herein. REMEMBER: This is YOUR club's convention; it's only as good as YOU make it!!! Also, if you have any ideas for something new, bounce it off Chairman Mike.
FIRST QUARTER REPORT FOR 1985 Received Paid Out Balance June Brought Forward ............................... $4,676.39 Printing ........................ $ 46.36 1st Friday F&B ................... 62.23 3rd Friday Beverages ............. 40.02 3rd Friday Food .................. 36.53 Postage .......................... 3.15 5th Friday F&B ................... 75.00 Dues $ 110.00 Savings Account ... 59.73 Carried Forward $ 169.73 $263.29 $4,582.83 July Brought Forward ............................... $4,582.83 1st Friday Beverages ............. $ 68.91 Dues .............. $ 15.00 Check Printing ................... 23.81 1st Friday Food .................. 45.41 Dues .............. 15.00 July 4th Party .... 170.00 Carried Forward $ 30.00 $308.13 $4,304.70 August Brought Forward ............................... $4,304.70 Dues .............. $ 15.00 Partial Disclave '84 Proceeds .... 4,000.00 1st Friday F&B ................... $ 72.93 3rd Friday Beverages ............. 50.80 Printing/Postage ................. 105.76 Dues ............. 5.00 3rd Friday Food .. 53.82 Carried Forward ..... $4.020.00 $283.31 $8,041.39
Have Sandworm, Will Travel
'Twas the night before Xmas and all through the house,
There were bottles 'n butts left around by some louse.
And the best fifth I'd hidden by the chimney with care,
Had been snatched by some bum who'd found it right there.
My pals, Guys 'n Gals, had been poured in their beds,
To wake in the morning with hung over heads.
My mouth, full of cotton, dropped down with a snap
Because I was dying for one wee nitecap.
When thru the south window there came such a yell,
I sprang to my feet to see what the hell ...
And what to my bloodshot eyes should I see,
But eight drunken reindeer, caught in a tree.
Way in 'mongst the branches, was a man with a sleigh.
I saw it was Santa, quite oiled and tre's gay.
Staggering nearer those eight reindeer came,
While he belched & hiccoughed & called them by name:
"On Whiskey! On Vodka! We ain't got all night!
You too, Gin and Brandy, now all do it right!
Clamber up to the roof, get the hell off this wall!
Get going you rummies, we've still a long haul!"
So up on the roof went the reindeer and sleigh,
But a tree branch hit Santa before he could sway.
And then to my ears like the roll of a barrel,
A hell of a noise that was no Xmas carol.
So I pulled in my head and I cocked a sharp ear,
Down the chimney he plunged, landing smack on his rear.
He was dressed all in red and white fur for a trim,
The way Santa swayed he was tanked to the brim.
The sack on his back held nothing but booze,
And the breath that he blew nearly put me to snooze.
He was both plump & chubby & tried to stand right.
But he didn't fool me, he was high as a kite.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And missed half the stockings, the plastered old jerk.
Then putting his thumb to the end of his nose,
He fluttered his fingers as he quoted some prose.
A spring for his sleigh at so hasty a pace,
Tripped him up on a shingle and he slid on his face.
But I heard him burp back as he passed out of sight,
"Merry Xmas, you lushes, now really get tight!"
'Tis the season to release movies, and Columbia Pictures has one that makes a wonderful gift for the holiday filmgoer: John Carpenter's exciting SF love story Starman.
In 1977 NASA launched Voyager, inviting any intelligent life forms that find and understand it to visit Earth. Director John Carpenter makes quite a statement with his highly entertaining romantic adventure film when Voyager's invitation is accepted.
Military politics being what they are, once into our airspace the observation craft is promptly shot down and destroyed. The unseen pilot (of an ethereal nature) takes on a symbiotic transformation in a startling sequence with the combined talents of make-up greats Dick Smith and Rick Baker, taking on the appearance of the late Scott Hayden (thanks to a lock of his hair in a scrapbook for the cloning process) in the home of Scott's widow Jenny.
The visitor is portrayed amazingly by Jeff Bridges and the young Jenny is the beautiful wide-eyed Karen Allen. Carpenter has outdone himself with this feature. Bridges' performance is fascinating and totally believable as a naive extraterrestrial mainly interested in peace and greetings.
With his craft destroyed (and being examined by the villainous U.S. Government), he must get to Arizona Crater in three days or die when his temporary human form runs out.
Far in advance of us, taking on human form forces him soon to experience human reactions, as he enjoys apple pie, singing Sinatra songs, learning more English as well as our customs. Understandably, he is at a loss as to most of our ways (violence, hunting, love, sex), but in his own moderate way, he is eager to learn.
Hunting him with two different reasons are Mark Shermin (played by Never Cry Wolf's Charles Martin Smith) of SETI - Search for ExtraTerrestrial Intelligence - who's interested in the knowledge the alien can give him and humankind, and hard-nosed military man George Fox (Richard Jaeckel), mainly concerned in dissecting our invited guest. While our government is searching with machine guns and squadrons of helicopter gun ships, Sherman realizes he must reach the Starman before Fox.
Karen Allen is at her best as the confused young Jenny, who first fears her deceased husband's look-alike, then grows to respect and even love him. Humour runs rampant as he takes all his observations to heart. Even when allowed to drive, he just misses a truck when running a yellow light as he believed Red means Stop, green means Fast, and yellow means Very Fast. When they inadvertently end up in Las Vegas they instantly win enough cash to buy a Cadillac.
Although it is obvious (as always) that we are not ready for Contact, the film points usually to the better side of ourselves and humankind's potential for good. The two always find civilian help and have no trouble hitching rides as they make their way across the country.
While never has a film made such a blatant open ending for such an obvious idea for a sequel, if it's as entertaining as Starman, in a way one hopes a Son of Starman might be made . . .
NovaCon II let me strut around for an entire weekend as its Fan Guest of Honor and mingle with the likes of J.O. Jeppson and her hubby, Isaac Asimov. I even got better billing than fellow WSFAn, S.P. Somtow. The local TV news interviewed me and I tried to make out like fans were just real people kicking up their imagination's heels. But they also filmed the buckrogers bimbo with the varicose tits and the likelihood that my platitudes about fans being readers and all making the 6:00 News is as slim as I am not.
I had a message from the Argentine government to deliver to Dr. Asimov. They have invited him to the 11th Serie del Libro Internacional in Buenos Aires. As I explained to the Embassy beforehand, and as y'all already know, The Good Doctor doesn't fly; but he didn't give me a flat "No". They were also inviting Saul Bellow and Susan Sontag - which shows you exactly where they place Dr. Asimov.
The Saturday night banquet was followed by a magician/fire-eater, three very professional belly-dancers, and then Clam Chowder (the group, not the soup). Drs. Asimov and Jeppson seemed to really enjoy the evening. The Belly Dancers seemed to enjoy The Good Doctor, and Somtow got up and briefly joined in the frolic.
The Art Show was smallish, but rather nice. Dawn Wilson, the Artist GOH, had some new pieces completed since her appearance at UniCon last July. Moreover, she has finished the Winter King, which two publishers want to write a story around, a gaming company wants to build a game on it, and nearly everyone has the hots for. There are not many single pictures which have their own fandoms.
The great disappointment of the weekend was that Dave Tristan's film featuring Somtow as Arch-Villain did not get premiered. It would have been his second major premier. Who among us could forget "TOKYO SHOESHINE BOY"?
The NovaCon Team will do it again next year, but not at the same hotel, as it was behaving in a poisonous manner and infested with trendies and whores. For example, Friday afternoon Secretary Block of Agriculture was speaking down the hall from the convention.
Pat Spath will chair NovaCon III and George Kochell will be the artist featured by the con. I've been trying to get George to show his work at our local conventions. He is a marvelous cartoonist/illustrator and a heck of a nice guy.
The only problem with the convention was the dearth of parties, but that is YOUR fault for not throwing them!
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Sumo Fremen From "Doon"?
[ images coming soon ]
This month's lead-off art is by Terry L. McCune. His Xmas Ship blasting off to places unknown.
Other artists include: Alison Munn, pp, 1 & 8, and the WSFA address list, Terry McCune, pp. 2, 6 & 8, Charles Gilliland, p. 8, Warren Rodgers, p. 6, Tim Sullivan, p. 5, and Newton Ewell, p. 5. Thanks to all contributors.