Out of Place

Fiddlehead: Hello, Len. Can you hear me all right? There

Sunday Drive. Cornhole the sun.

It is not so much that old Canadian poets are dead, but that

SOUND: Electronic Music (Dockstader) softly in the background.

Just fo rthe hell of it I should like to comment on your last

Ancestry: Irish on both sides.

Dear Mr. Customer Service Representative

Dear Mr. Gustafson:I have to thank you for your letter of the 13th of May and the copy of your article on Lampman.

The editors of the Fiddlehead have decided to devote this number to a copy of the script of a broadcast given by members of the Poetry Club in December, 1946, because no statement of policy has been made since the first number.