It included science fiction stories, commentary, and illustrations.
The first issue's table of contents states it is "the pretentious fanzine."
From the second issue:
TRUMPET is published quarterly or thereabouts by Tom Reamy, [redacted] Dallas, Texas [redacted]. Price is fifty cents per copy or two dollars for a five issue subscription. Free to contributors and writers of bona-fide letters of comment (postcards and short notes don't count) if they will pay the ten cents postage. Letter writers out of the country will get away with ignoring this little rule in the interests of foreign relations and besides, what am I going to do with a bunch of foreign stamps? I also trade fanzines with just practically anybody.
Some Heavy Hitters Contributed
Some of the contributors to "Trumpet" with fiction, essays, art, and letters of comment were BNFs.
"Trumpet" is an example of the intensely male focus of much of science fiction fandom at the time.
Of the eleven issues, there were two essays and two reviews by women. There were two short stories, though they were reprints from somewhere else. Of the letters of comment, there were perhaps three or for by women. Women appeared in photographs #1 and #5.
Women did appear in art; they were almost always naked.
Racism and Homophobia
The zine series was a product of its time in its treatment of Black people and of homosexuality. Some of these offensive portrays were in the form of cartoons, illustrations, and other commentary.
Issue 1
Trumpet 1 was published in February 1965 and contains 40 pages.
According to issue #4, it had a print run of 750, and it sold out.
In the editorial, Reamy writes about how he gafiated five years ago, and now is back.
As for myself, I haven't seen a fanzine or corresponded in over five years. I don't know what the hell's going on. When I gafiated, it was total. I left letters unanswered and promises unfulfilled. Now would be a good time to apologize to one and all — especially Marion Zimmer Bradley, Noreen Falasca and Dan Adkins.
Some of the material in this issue was originally intended for CRIFANAC 7 (does anybody remember CRIFANAC?); and that's another story. Several things contributed to the demise of the zine: The Futurian Society dissolved — or, rather, we elected
Mosher] president and all resigned. The Southwestercon VI (dubbed the Publicitycon by Kent Moomaw) was an utter fiasco thanks primarily to the peculiar behavior of Dale Hart; such as the banquet incident.
[...]
I didn't gafiate out of bitterness as I was accused — though it may have seemed that way — I was simply tired of the whole mess (strains of La Traviata here.) I couldn't afford CRIFANAC for one thing. I was too lazy to do all the work required for another.
Now I've decided to start it all over again. I made many mistakes in CRIFANAC and will undoubtedly repeat some of them in TRUMPET (a name fraught with Freudian implications). When I reread the two issues, I cringe. I hope my outlook has changed in the intervening years.
From the Bradley essay:
The question — why does one person like sf and another person hate it? What is the serious psychological difference between fan and non-fan? What is it that makes the sf reader defend his favorite literature variously as escapes, enjoyment, extrapolative, delight, the fun of seeing the future, while the non-reader shudders at "that morbid futuristic horror stuff."
And suddenly I had the answer.
The sf and fantasy reader does not fear the unknown!
Blarings: Ancient History & Sleeping Dogs, editorial by Tom Reamy (1)
The Cosmic Dancers, fiction by James Twiggs (Metafic? Takes place at a house party, includes many photos of SPEC members: Marti Fellhaur, Ken Shearer, Kay Grebe, Bill Morris, Jan Ischy, Tom Reamy, Dawn Henry, Bill Sebastian, Betty Sebastian, Mary Fassnacht, Tom Snow, Glen Helm, Hollis Williford.) (11)
Existential Da-Da Pop Art Funnies, drawings by Gilbert Shelton (16)
According to issue #4, it had a print run of 500, and it sold out.
From the editorial:
And another Important Announcement: Do you think, if I'm going to send this beautiful, erudite,
expensive, but essentially modest fanzine free for a letter of comment, it would be too unheard
of for me to ask the letter writer to pay the postage on his free copy? I would appreciate it if, when you write a LoC designed expressly for the purpose of getting the next issue, you would enclose a ten cent stamp or a couple of fives. Hmm?
From the editorial:
You know? Fanzines come in two sorta what you
might call categories—or, if they're not in one of
these two groups, they're trying to be.
There's the faanish fanzine in which the editor's
personality careens through it like a fourteen
year old hop-head in a Stingray. Most of the
material in this type thing is either funny or
cliquy or funny and cliquy. The writers use hmmm!
four-letter-words and talk about liquor, jazz, mescaline,
sportscars and sex—not necessarily in that
order. The artwork is usually confined to filler-
illos (as I sat smoking a long-black fillerillo
listening to Boyd Raeburn play selections from "The
Sound of Music" on the ocarina) and a cartoonish cover.
They are always mimeographed.
And there's the sercon fanzine which usually
doesn't have much of an editorial personality of
any kind because there is usually no editorial unless
it's a business-like message. It's seldom funny
and less often cliquish. The writers use twelve
letter words and talk about things Far Above. Like
the Freudian implications of Bergey covers (when
they occasionally touch on sf). There usually isn't
a lettered, fanzine reviews or other editor-reader
contacts. The art is mostly abstract doodles and
it's often offset.
I enjoy reading both kinds, really I do, but
I can't see myself publishing either.
And what is this mimeo-mythos, anyway? I don't understand it. I've gotten letters from people who couldn't care less about the material; all they can do is goggle over the reproduction. Others find nothing particularly wrong with the content but gripe because it isn't mimeographed. Offset is a method of printing, ferchrissake! I use it because it's prettier, easier to read and you can do anything with it. How can anybody make a fetish or a phobia out of it?
Blarings (about S.A.S.E.s, comments on the Hugo Awards, different kinds of editorials in different kinds of zines) (2)
White Rabbits, fiction by Leonora Carrington (This story states: "copyright 1945 by View, Inc." -- originally published in 1945 in a book titled "A Night With Jupiter and Other Stories") (3)
A Chatty, Preferably Controversial Column by Andrew I. Offutt (5)
Science Fiction as Cinema?, article by Al Jackson (6)
The Iconoclast Iconoscope, An Occasional Column Devoted to the Demolition of Mythical Classics of Science-Fiction, by Alex Eisenstein (10)
Persiflage, letters of comment (Greg Benford, Harry Warner, Jr., Edward W. Ludwig, John W. Andrews, Bill Glass, John R. Duvoli, Marion Zimmer Bradley, Ann Chamberlain, Don Bates, Phil Harrell, John Boston, Creath S. Thorne) (14)
While very typical of its time, this zine makes almost no mention of women: there is a small line drawing of a woman in a Wonder Woman-like outfit, a fan's wife named Crystal ("is that how you spell it?") cooks some other fans a breakfast omelet, a cavewoman is shown being flung over a caveman's shoulders and carried away, and there is a photograph of a woman in a sequin swimsuit on the table of contents page. Dennis Smith, however, contributed a lovely drawing on page 37.
Salvarzan of the Apes by Greg Gabbard, illustrated by Tom Reamy ("Greg Gabbard buries into satire.") (2)
Emphasis, Emphasis by Stephen Barr (it has the subtitle: "The Italicization of Emily" but it is not on the article, nor is there any clue to who Emily is) (4)
The Pandemonium Theatre Company Arrives by Ray Bradbury, illustrated with photographs of actors Harold Gould and Dennis Patrick from the stage production of “To the Chicago Abyss” (6)
The Bohemian Tory, a beginning column by Jerry Pournelle, illustrated by Tom Reamy (8)
Zen and the Art of Cooking by Ray Nelson, illustrated by Ray Nelson ("Ray Nelson stirs up something in the kitchen.") (10)
The Broken Blade by Kent Moomaw (fanzine reviews which were originally written in 1958 for an issue of Crifanac which never appeared) (12)
A Chatty, Preferentially Controversial, Column: The Son of Hercules vs. Andy Offutt by Andy Offutt, illustrated by Andrew J. Offutt (16)
The Science Fantasy Film Revisited by Tom Reamy, illustrated by Al Jones; reviews of Day of the Triffids (1963) and She (1965) (21)
Editorial and Other Pretensions by Tom Reamy, illustrated by Hollis Williford (27)
Drawing by Dennis Smith (28)
The Wondrous Adventures of Grady Good Monster or My Vacation; A Conreport of Sorts by Tom Reamy, illustrated by William Rotsler (descriptions of a road trip from Texas to L.A. to Worldcon, mentions many fans, visiting Bjo Trimble and John Trimble's house, discussing Breendoggle, and much more) (29)
Drawing by Dennis Smith (37)
The Compost Heap by Alex Eisenstein, illustrated by Al Jones & Alex Eisenstein (new fanzine reviews) (38)
Horror: The Thin Line Between Revulsion by Dan Bates ("Dan Bates tosses his cookies at the flicks.") (43)
Persiflage, letters of comment; illustrated by Al Jones, George Barr & Dan Adkins (Robert Lowndes, Leland Sapiro, Len Moffatt, Richard Hodgens, Peter Singleton, Robert Bloch, Andy Offutt, Earl Noe, Rob Pudim) (45)
The latest nonsense to hit the fannish scene, as you may have heard if you are a NyCon 3 member, is the Con Committee's decision to eliminate the "best fanzine" Hugo Award. Instead they plan a separate award for fandom ( reserving the Hugo for the pros) called a "Pong" named, obviously, after Bob Tucker's faanish creation Hoy Ping Pong. Tucker, by the way, will be the fan guest-of-honor at the NyCon 3. When I received the nominating ballot I felt stunned, cheated, and put upon in general. I suppose it's the goal of every fanzine editor, sooner or later, to win a Hugo. It's certainly mine, and I don't want a "Pong." I thought probably that I might be the only one who felt this way but it turns out, happily, that the feeling in fandom (especially among fanzine editors) is running quite heavily against the "Pong." Bill Mallardi of DOUBLE: BILL has stated publicly that, should D:B win, he will refuse to accept the silly thing, and rumor has it that Felice Rolf of NIEKAS has said the same thing. Bruce Pelz has hinted that, should L.A. get the '68 convention bid, the Hugo will be restored. But it isn't necessary to wait until next year when something can be done now. If you agree that the "Pong" is a lot of nonsense, indicate it on your ballot (a copy of which should be included with this issue). Cross out the words FAN ACHIEVEMENT AWARDS near the bottom and write in "Hugo" or something to indicate quite clearly your feelings on the subject.
Perhaps something further should be done to prevent things like this happening in the future. Major changes like this should not be made at the whim of a half dozen fans (and fans can have some pretty strange whims). The membership has every right to an opinion on such a change and to not have it shoved down their throats. I still think it's a good idea for the Awards Committee to be separate and distinct from the Convention Committee. Members of such a committee could be elected for, say, a three-year-term. There would be a stability and continuity that is lacking now as each new group must start from scratch, year after year. Besides, there's plenty for the Con Committee to do without worrying about the awards. If the duly elected Awards Committee wanted to make any changes in the awards structure, it merely proposes them at the business meeting and the membership votes on them. It's a simple, workable arrangement and I can't understand why it hasn't been done already.
from issue #5, Vin Scheihagen, guess the joke's on her...
Reactions and Reviews: Issue 5
original photograpy?, "contents page photo: Bill Rotsler" -- printed on the table of contents page, issue #5, portrays a naked bound and helpless woman with an evil leering monk/Satanist.
The photograph on your inside front cover could be a poor fan's guide to abnormal psychology, if enough readers come right out and say what it meant to them. I found it ambivalent, ambiguous, and half-revealing as one of those Rohrschach [sic] inkblot tests. Is the half-visible figure in the background worshipping or threatening the robust young lady, and is that figure actually a male as my instincts hastily assured me? ((It's Steve Tolliver)) Is the girl about to utter some profound revelation in a prophetic trance, after removing her garments in order to be distracted by no secular possessions at this important moment, or is she about to play an important role in a sacrificial drama? What's the pole doing, sticking up there beside her left ear, and do the fingers wrapped around it belong to the girl or to the shadowy person in the background? Where did the shadow come from that makes one part of the face look so much more mature and serious than the remainder of her charmingly chubby physiognomy? I assume that the original photograph reveals more shadow detail than the engraving. But deliberate or accidental, the total impression is commendably exciting. [2]
In tallying the nomination ballots for this year's Achievement Awards, we find that TRUMPET will place as one of seven fanzines nominated for the final Awards ballot.
In view of your repeated statements to the effect that you will not accept a Fan Achievement Award should you win one, we are uncertain as to whether you would desire inclusion on the ballot for TRUMPET.
If you are unwilling to see TRUMPET enter the competition for this award, please notify us within the month (May), and we will remove its name from among those contending."
"((You must have me confused with several other people, Ted. It's true that I oppose the Pong but I have never, repeat ne-ver [the hyphen was deliberate], said that I would refuse it should Trumpet win. I expect that I would accept were the award a chocolate-covered doughnut.))" [3]
Issue 6
Trumpet 6 was published in June 1967 and contains 44 pages.
If you've noticed, there have been some changes made on the editorial staff. Al Jackson has been promoted and Alex Eisenstein has become a full-fledged Trumpet editor—whatever that means.
As Al is in Houston and Alex is in Germany, I'm still doing all the work and it may take a while for everything to sort itself out. But if Al and Alex are going to get to pay their share of the money, then they have to do their share of the work. I told Alex the deadline for this issue and asked if he wished to write an editorial. I haven't received one, so he either didn't want to or didn't believe that this issue would appear as soon as scheduled. It was probably the latter. The same is true of The Compost Heap. I never got around to asking Al for an editorial; as a matter of fact, I never got around to telling him he was an editor instead of an associate editor. Hey, Al. Surprise!
The Pong situation is still up in the air, I suppose. I haven't heard anything new lately. Either the opposition wasn't strong enough or the NyCon Committee plans to bull it through anyway. According to Ted's letter in this issue, nothing has changed.
Recently John Trimble published a fanzine devoted exclusively to the Hugo. The first issue was composed primarily of a longish letter from Ted explaining the Committee's decision to change the award. Among all the verbiage I was unable to find a single substantial reason for the change. It all ended with a petulant cry of, we are right and you are wrong so why are you fighting us? It's all rather sad, really.
Editorial (1)
The Death of Solly's Warren, fiction by Stuart Oderman (2)
Lest the Serpent Beguile, fiction by Don Hutchison (10)
2001 Department, comments by Harlan Ellison ("Harlan Ellison's handy guide to understanding "2001: A Space Odyssey" so you don't look like a schmuck when you come out of the theater & try explaining it to your husband. Blues") (28)
Pill Bugs and Mung Beans, fiction by Al Jackson (30)
essay by Ruth Berman (gosh, thanks William Rotsler, for the naked boobies on an essay that is written by an actual woman, one of two in this entire zine series)
from issue #11, Robert Kline: Turjan of Miir. "With along-handled spoon he held food to the creature's mouth."
from issue #11, Robert Kline: Liane the Wayfarer. "Over his shiny black back he wore a robe of eyeballs threaded on silk."
from issue #11, Robert Kline: "Turjan of Miir. "Turjan sprang forward, dodging the wild sweep of her sword, seized her around the waist, and dragged her to the ground."
from issue #11, Robert Kline: Mazirian the Magician. "'See,' she panted, 'Mazirian has come to kill you.'"