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 —but!—what was so weird about it? Is my mind getting dull? The outstanding story in this month's issue—to me—was your reprint of Rich's The Purple Cincture. I could see those terrible glowing colors—angry colors—I could see them so plainly and could see the suffering of those afflicted—my nerves twitched as though that searing pain were severing my foot and hand—I didn't dare think of my neck. Now for the Eyrie—I can add no more to your answer to G. M. Wilson on his astonishing accusation—the very idea of him—how dare he do such to WT!—my gawsh—he doesn't read the magazine thoroughly enough. Good gosh—if a person is going to read WT with a grain of salt, how the deuce can he get any pleasure out of it? The idea is to leave one's mind open to all possibilities and forget how it's gonna end—the day is past and gone when the fair-haired boy rescued the beauteous maiden from a fate worse than death just in the nick of time. Some stories must end that way, but the people these days demand variety—and variety is what they get. One time the hero or she-hero dies or is overcome—next time they escape, but not unscathed—and mebbe the third time they run true to the old-fashioned style. If GMW has any old copies of WT and should he glance through them, he will find that he has been very unjust. I can say no more. Reginald A. Pryke of Kent, England, writes so grandly of Howard what I have never been able to express. Should I never keep a copy of WT—I'd keep this one for the fine tribute he has paid Howard and his incomparable creations of mankind. Let me take this opportunity to thank Mr. Pryke for a fine letter—I've read few as good in the Eyrie. Once again I ask—who is WC, Jr.? Sort of a WT Walter Winchell?—eh wot? I liked the random biography WC, Jr., gives of Clifford Ball—it's such things as these that we readers want to know of the authors—just bits of human news which we know will make them seem more real to us. Will we have more of such inside stuff—please?"

From a Spanish Friend

Jorge Thuillier writes from Havana, Cuba: "I have been a reader of Weird Tales for several years. I read it every month in Spain, my native country, and now that the great Spanish tragedy has driven me out of my home and to this island, I have