The Fancient Mariner

THE CRIME OF THE ANCIENT EDITOR

An ancient
Editor meet-
eth three Gal-
lants bidden
to a Convention,
and detaineth one. It is an ancient Editor,
And he stoppeth one of three.
'By thy long grey beard and glittering eye,
Now wherefore stopp'st thou me?

The Fan Room's doors are opened wide,
And I am next one in;
The guests are met, the program's set;
May'st hear the merry din'.

The Guest
Of Honour is spell-
bound by the
eye of the old
fanfaring man,
and con-
strained to
hear his tale. He holds him with his skinny hand,
'There was a zine', quoth he.
'Hold off! unhand me grey-beard loon!'
Eftsoons his hand dropt he.

He holds him with his glittering eye -
The con member stood still,
And listens like unto neofan:
The Editor hath his will.

The con member sat on a chair
He cannot choose but hear;
and thus spoke on that ancient fan,
the bright eyed editor.

'The corflu neared, the duper cleared,
Merrily did we type.
Below the keys, below the ribbon,
Below the papers' stripe.

........ To be continued, perhaps

An ancient Editor meet- eth three Gal- lants bidden to a Convention, and detaineth one.	It is an ancient Editor, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me? The Fan Room's doors are opened wide, And I am next one in; The guests are met, the program's set; May'st hear the merry din'.
The Guest Of Honour is spell- bound by the eye of the old fanfaring man, and con- strained to hear his tale.	He holds him with his skinny hand, 'There was a zine', quoth he. 'Hold off! unhand me grey-beard loon!' Eftsoons his hand dropt he. He holds him with his glittering eye - The con member stood still, And listens like unto neofan: The Editor hath his will. The con member sat on a chair He cannot choose but hear; and thus spoke on that ancient fan, the bright eyed editor. 'The corflu neared, the duper cleared, Merrily did we type. Below the keys, below the ribbon, Below the papers' stripe.