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The poll announced in the October Printers’ Devil to select the ten best NAPA papers flopped thru lack of cooperation. Two people voted. Just to keep the record straight here are the ten top papers in order: Masaka, Scarlet Cockerel, Olympian, Cubicle, Moving Finger, Interlude, Walk One Flight, Causerie, Griddle, and Bellette.
The Printers’ Devil was not circulated to members of the NAPA prior to Number 19. Numerous copies of these issues remain, as do copies of the other amateur papers we have published. An envelope containing a large assortment of these papers will be sent to anyone remitting a three cent stamp.
Much of the type used in the November Printers’ Devil was the gift of the old master, Warren Brodie. We had an awful time with that issue. The inner two pages were printed at one impression and no matter what we did we couldn’t seem to get them dark enough. Coming to do the outer two pages, we had both locked up in the chase and took a proof. There was a weak spot and no amount of juggling with the screws or underlaying would obliterate it. Finally we unlocked the chase, took one page out, re-arranged the furniture, and ran the rest of the issue a page at a time.
Will someone please tell us what John Milton Heins once said about Vondy? We’re curious!
The Shenanigander was received the day after we got back from Boston. It was postmarked New York. As it generally takes a day or two for third class mail to reach Hempstead from New York and as Burton Crane was not in Boston you may draw your own conclusion.
Mr. Bruce Wilkerson Smith has an interesting spiel on the last page of his 3×4 penwiper in the AAPA bundle. Two can play that game Brucey, but we’re not going to. It doesn’t take much more than a moron to realize that sentences can be separated from paragraphs and word meanings distorted to give the wrong impression. Stick to your books, Brucey. Your papa must be having enough trouble financing you thru college without wasting his money printing swill.
I am happy that I had the opportunity of meeting James F. Morton before he died. He was an elderly man, I a boy in high school. Other than amateur journalism we had nothing in common. Yet I could see by talking to him that he was a man of genius, unafraid to voice his convictions even when they disagreed with those of the majority. He was young intellectually, a great liberal and always just and kind. Amateur journalism can be proud that he was one of her sons. He will be missed.
Wm. Groveman,
Hempstead, N. Y.