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 writes: "I have been a constant reader of your magazine since 1925, when some author's conception of weirdness was a gigantic ape dragging a half-naked female about a jungle, and I have watched it progress steadily upward to the zenith. I do not write criticisms; the main purpose of this letter is that I feel moved to offer my condolences upon the death of Mr. Howard. A hundred international Tarzans could never erase the memory of Conan the Cimmerian. Neither Northwest Smith nor Jirel of Jory—and in Moore you have an excellent author—can quite supplant his glory. When I read that Red Nails would be the last of Conan's exploits I felt as though some sort of income, or expected resource, had been suddenly severed."

Mary Frances Easton, of Bellevue, Pennsylvania, writes: "Although I can't claim to be an old reader of your magazine, I am a very constant one. The chief reason I buy it is for the fine poems it contains. And I know I'm not the only one that does so. I especially like the weird poetry and think that your magazine is its finest exponent. The only trouble is, you don't print enough of them. I am sure that many of your readers tell you the same thing. Here's a suggestion I'd like to offer: why not have weird poetry reprints, like your weird story reprints, and select your material from some of the best, such as Edgar Allan Poe, especially his Ulalume? I'm sure that would prove a big favorite with your readers, as it's one of the finest weird poems ever written."

Robert A. Madle, of Philadelphia, writes: "I was quite satisfied with the stories in the November . Witch-House by Seabury Quinn, one of your most clamored-for writers, is a magnificent piece of literature. Jules de Grandin never becomes dull or uninteresting, no matter how many stories he appears in. I am anxiously awaiting the appearance of another story by Mr. Quinn, and the sooner it is printed the better I'll like it. Robert E. Howard's Black Hound of Death was not quite as interesting as those stories of Conan the Cimmerian. The Dark Demon, Robert Bloch's latest story, was really weird. That is a typical example of the type of story you should devote more to. The other stories which constituted the issue were also fine stories, especially Pickman's Model. That was another real weird tale."

Samuel Gordon, of Washington, D. C., writes: "Well, I'm back again, primarily because the November issue was without a serial. All of which meant that I finally got a good two-bits worth and didn't have to suffer through a jumbled synopsis or try to rack my memory as to what happened in last month's number The Crawling Horror, by Thorp McClusky, is an interesting tale because it tries to give an explanation of vampires Midas, by Bassett Morgan, is not 'a tale through which blows an icy breath of horror', but a literary gem nevertheless."

Gertrude Hemken, of Chicago, writes, in part: "Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh—I chuckle as I hug myself in fiendish glee—hee hee hee hee. So—Joseph Allan Ryan, of Cambridge, Maryland, doesn't like my writing sensibly. Okay, Joey boy, you asked for it—you're gonna get cute words. Yessir. Y'know—I had often wondered what the readers thot of my kookoo komments. Reckon as haow they like 'em. It's a laff to think that I write cute words. Doodness! You'd never b'lieve it to look at me. And thanx, Mr. Ryan, for dubbing me Trudy—people are too unkind and call me Gertie—and oh, how that grates on my ears, ugh! How's about having another beautiful tale by the brothers Binder, with an illustration by brother Jack? Those boys really appeal to me with their yarns. Their last story of the sapphire still lingers in my memory as one of the loveliest I have ever read The whole issue was durn good—the selection of authors helped muchly—Quinn, Howard, McClusky, Bloch and Lovecraft—with a good verse turned out by Richard Searight."

J. F. Vandegrift, U. S. S. Taylor, No. 94, Care Postmaster, Norfolk, Virginia, writes: "I have never written to any magazine before, but I have been reading out-of-the-way stories ever since I was nine years old. My reason for writing now is to find out if any of your readers has a complete selection of