More art from the amazing Milan Fibiger from Prague, Czechoslovakia. Much Milan's ERB-related art has been published in major books and magazines and some of it is displayed at the McWhorter Collection - University of Louisville. We are also very proud of the illustrations on us that we have displayed on the ERBzine front page and in the Art section of our John Carter of Mars film site. Milan's latest incredibly detailed art is of scenes from War of the Worlds.

REPORT ON THE 2013 ROBERCON To you and your still growing family -- Merry Christmas and Healthy New Year!  Yeah, you read that right.  How're the toes?
The science/fiction convention in Binghamton last September went so well that the host, the Roberson Museum and Science Center, plans to have a second one next September, this time for two days instead of one.  They never realized there were so many fan groups in the area.  Fan groups, vendors, attendees of 700 -1000 people, so many in costume, about 18 panel discussions -- the place was hopping!  Anita and I had our Burroughs Bibliophiles display table up on the third floor of the mansion in the billiard room and it proved to be quite a nice spot.  We got the breeze from outside without being in the line of the sun while the fireplace mantle behind us provided more display space.  We made it colorful and wore T-shirts of past ERB conventions to advertise the Bibliophiles. While we were not photograghed by the media, others were, and there are several sites on the internet where one can see pictures, videos and interviews of the goings-on at the convention.  Just put "RoberCon" in the search engine and open 'em up!  The Roberson website also has some pictures in its events section.
Anita and I got to the December Panthan meeting and gave them more info on it; they decided to put it on their list of possible 2014 events to attend, the last weekend of September.  (Though Anita and I wonder what the fees will be next year.  This first time, attendees paid only $10.  Fan groups paid nothing; vendors paid $100.)
May you all have a Happy, Safe Holiday Season  and may we all get to meet up some time next year!
Elaine Casella
kuklakhan1st@aol.com

"It's way past your bedtime! Get off them computers!
"Quit looking at ERB and those popups for Hooters!"

But the fans, having already sent their posts through,
Were now looking around for what else they could do.

To exit the listservs, they mostly were loath,
But gave in to mama and signed out of both.

But that doesn't mean that they went off to bed.
No, they found other things to do instead.

Hibbard was out in his leathercraft shed
Making a harness to fit Santa's sled

John Pappas was strumming his brand new bouzouki
Bob Z. strung his guitar with hair from a Wookie

Morf and Trenary chimed in with rejoices,
And Galloway made it a trio of voices.

Paul Mallinson dined at the home of Von Horst,
Who offered his guest a holiday borscht

Krakowsky, on ebay, had quite a suspicion,
When seeing a Grosset was slugged "first edition."

Allsup was reading from Manning Galore,
Purchased from Tierney's fine Little Rock store

Mary was minding her store, Shenandoah,
While Histah was trying to train his new boa.

McKosky was watching his video clips
Of Johnny gyrating and doing backflips

Burrows was wishing his name was spelled more
Like the name of the guy who erblisters adore.

The Red Hawk was being re-read by Jim Hadac
While Raymond Le Beau was being quite laid back.

Mors Kajak still felt like a bit of a martyr
Since his name was dropped from the movie, John Carter

Goodwin and Bearden both looked up at Mars
And had pleasant dreams of a green man named Tars.

Brian Bohnett thought he'd write a new tome;
Pete mailed ERBania to Ken Webber's home.

Billy York hauled out his old DVD
Of Princess of Mars, Miss Traci to see.

Over in Europe where Rob Donker's at,
Santa'd see him, and Marten and de Laat

Phillips and Manson and fan J the V
Saw holiday lights in the Windy Citeee.

Wadding thought maybe he'd let his beard grow
And dye it, like Santa's, as white as the snow.

Speaking of beards, Denny Miller's is full,
It got him the fish job (but no Santa role).

Rudy was planning an ECOF in Fargo
ERB fans will trek there with books as their cargo.

In Mangani country, where dwells David Lemmo,
He's giving some thought to the next Burroughs demo.

McWhorter was basking amid all the glow
Of thousands of doodads he'd put out for show

Phil Normand was painstakingly hovering
Over his newest ERB Recovering.

He wasn't so sure he had got it quite right,
So he took a quick look at Ewing's website.

Bill Kamper went camping, Lee Barrie picked berries
And Jeff Doten doted on Barsoom, nee Ares.

Dennis will cut comics out of the paper
Before they're recycled right into the vapor.

And Schneider, too, did all he could to preserve
The pulps from the past that have all touched a nerve.

CuzzinDJ and Serena Dubois
Were hoping that Santa would bring them some toys

Jenkins and Conran agreed to a sale:
Frazetta and Boris would fly through the mail.

Pricing his lectures at 10 cents was Huck;
And Clark Day affirmed his personna was Buck.

Madison looked through his last ECOF packet
To seek out some art for a variant jacket.

Andy's dear wife, we all hope's doing well,
And we hope that his new book will be a good sell.

And down there at ERB Inc. they're still awake yet,
Dreaming up comics to put on the 'net.

Bridge was attempting to write a new poem;
It took more than a day, just like building Rome.

A poet once said, to his eyes did appear:
A miniature sleigh and eight Tyner reindeer.

More rapid than eagles the coursers they came,
Wagnering their tails like a pack of Great Danes.

Down in the lane where the treetops do glisten,
Don Falkos told stories to any who'd listen.

Now all of those reindeer had long since retired,
But Santa was ready, and rarin' and wired.

He hitched up a new team, and here is the gist:
He named them for people who post on the list:

Now Thompson, now Gibson, now Hodgson, Buchanan
On Griffin, on Grainger, on Spargur and Ekman.

Hillman was chuckling up north of the border,
'Cuz Canada's first, in Santa's route order.

And nearby, Kiatuk's email was working,
As known by his long ago message: still lurking.

Now way down in Houston where Tangor did dwell
He read all the posts and he said, "All is well.

"There's just one more thing I must say by and by,"
So he opened a post and he clicked on reply.

He wrote: "It's fun reading these ERB lists tonight,
"Now to all Merry Christmas...and kiddies, don't fight!"

Written by Michigan author and historian, Michael A. Hatt, and illustrated with numerous photos and artifacts of the period, Tarzan Slept Here tells of life-changing decisions made by Burroughs, in this often overlooked chapter of his life.

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