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02/21/2005 Entry: "Who is Roscoe?"

When Jack and I were married, we had a figure of Roscoe on the stage with us and our officiant Andy Hooper. Roscoe is a fannish ghod, and he's a beaver. There's a poem (a hymn?) about Roscoe by Arthur Rapp, dating from 1949:

Now, Roscoe helps his followers in many, many ways;
just to list them would consume about a hundred billion days:
he reduces typing errors; he makes fanclub laws more stable;
he keeps laid-down pens and styli from a-rolling off the table.

He makes mimeos print legibly, makes typer ribbons last;
he keeps hacks from pulling boners when they're writing of the past;
he climbs into crowded newsstands, ferrets out the stfsh zines,
and attracts the fan's attention via telepathic beams.