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Blue Book v073 n06 [1941-10], 1941
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1Who's Who in Blue Book
3GORDON YOUNG
5I WAS born in Ray Co., Mo., in 1886, near the home and stamping-ground of Jesse James and grew up thinking of him as a hero, but later information modified that.
7Can't remember when I learned to ride a horse; but do remember that an uncle, a bronco-buster from Colorado, saddled up a horse that had never been ridden and tied him before the stile at my grandfather's and went into the house for something. I was not over six, just big enough to be a fool, and I untied the horse, brought him alongside the riding-block, got into the saddle and jogged off. Grandma, uncle, aunts all came into the pasture, waved, yelled, begged. I rode up and got off. My uncle got on and the horse tried to kill him. Figure it out for your own self.
9I've been thrown hard and far since. In 1901 I began to work for Fred Harvy's X Y on the Colorado side of the Colorado-Kansas border. A bunch of us rode into a church box-social in a Kansas town one night. After the supper we got on our horses. I was a good enough rider and thought I'd show off. I thumbed the horse; I had never thumbed her before and I never did again. You thumb a horse by leaning forward in the saddle and running your thumbs hard up along each side of the neck—and the horse doesn't like it. I hit the ground on the back of my neck with a lot of people looking on, some of them pretty people.
11There were a lot of old-timers drifting about those days and they liked listeners; they and the precious volumes of the Kansas Historical Society gave me the facts and fancies for the railroad story; all I did was put them together.
13Once hunting was a passion; then came a time when I liked to see game drop but I didn't want to walk over and pick it up. Now I won't shoot at much of anything but black spots on paper—and sometimes miss them.
15WILLIAM NEIDIG
17HE was born near Cedar Rapids, Iowa, the son of an editor. He grew up with the normal American boy's ambition to become a baseball pitcher; but Stanford University called to him and he went to California. Here he remained for some years after his graduation, as free-lance writer, dramatic critic, contributor to magazines, and so on. Since then he has edited magazines, taught English in three universities, served as corporation president in Chicago. He has taken out between thirty and forty United States patents. One of his inventions found use in the United States navy. He has written serials and many short stories for the magazines, also novels and plays, as well as a book of verse good enough to be published by Macmillan.
19NELSON BOND
21THIS man Bond claims he is not nearly so much of a whacky-pot as his Blue Book stories might indicate. Of late he has been disturbed by the monotonous pattern of his life: his weight, duckpin average, golf score and usual bank balance being almost identical—all in the low 100's!
23He and his wife Betty maintain a home (which he calls "Sans Sou," not "Sans Souci") in Roanoke, Va., for their owner—a tolerant Afghan hound named Barberryhill Phillip—intermittent coveys of guests and a very small kobold named Jorkins, who collaborates with Bond on stories. We much doubt, however, any participation on the part of Jorkins in that mature if imaginative story "The Bookshop," which begins on page 96 of this issue.
25In Memoriam
27BACK in 1928 the young lady at the reception-desk in Chicago phoned and said: "General Pershing wants to see you." We told her to send the General in; and presently Leland Jamieson appeared: six feet three, in full uniform—he was an instructor in combat-flying at Kelly Field at the time. . . . Early in July of this year, after a long illness, he died at the untimely age of thirty-seven.
29He had a lot out of life in those thirty-seven years: a fortunate marriage, and a fine young son and daughter; and he kept up his flying as a pilot for Eastern Airlines after he left the Army. He wrote for Blue Book nearly fifty stories; and two novels as well as some short stories of his appeared in the Saturday Evening Post.
31Anyone who writes for publication goes to confession, it has been said. You who read his stories know that he was one of the best ever.
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