trufan n.

This, he knew, must be the Tower of Trufandom—and on its top The Enchanted Duplicator! [...] On either side of him were numerous parks and gardens, great and small, and of varying types of beauty, and in them walked shining, godlike figures whom he knew to be the Trufans. Now and again one of them would notice Jophan, and come to greet him and wish him well, and with each encounter his eagerness grew to reach the Tower and become one of their number.

LETTERCOL - A letter column. One of the favorite haunts of the actifans. Many fanzines have them, but in prozines they are practically standard equipment. A prozine without a letter column is a fakezine, and no trufan will buy one.

In connection with TAFF a furor arose over the definition of a Trufan, the active faction insisting that a trufan exhibit his quality by some sort of fanac—crifanac for choice—while others maintained that nomination to or interest in so stefnistic an enterprise as TAFF was sufficient to prove fannishness.

You and I were there, and George Young and all those other truefans, and we were all underage and we were all (except you, who don’t drink) drinking beer and playing the electric bowling machine, and the manager came around and started asking for I.D. cards, and you had on a suit and tie and a large, literary-looking pipe, and when they came to you, you said, ‘They're all right. I'll vouch for them.’

Trufen reprint Walt Willis columns; superfan Hughes recently printed a new Willis column presenting the Irish Legend’s return to fandom, at the 1976 Eastercon, after an 11-year gafiation.

But it has come to our Noble Editor’s attention that SFR is sold in enough bookshops and the GALAXY ads have netted enough ‘outside’ customers that a large percentage of you, Dear Readers, are not Trufans, or even aware of what fandom is, beyond the vague sense of the term.

Without Tremont J. Fielding—3MJ as he was known to all trufans—and his sprawling mansion, Minicon might not have come off at all.

If my imaginary interrogators wanted proof of my Scot Colford trufan status, they’d just have to look at the passwords they forced out of me: I’d made them up by taking the first letter of each word from some of Scot’s best-ever speeches, then rotating them forward one letter through the alphabet.