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IN OUR November issue we asked you, the readers, whether you wanted us to use an occasional story from early issues of Weird Tales as our monthly "Weird Story Reprint." It was not our intention to reprint any of our own stories until ten years after their first publication in this magazine, which is only six years old; but so many readers had written asking us to reprint this, that and the other story that we put the decision squarely up to you.
Your answer has been given in a flood of letters to The Eyrie, asking us to give you some of the best-liked tales from earlier issues; and as the present issue goes to press, your decision is unanimous. So, as this month's "Weird Story Reprint" we are giving you Nictzin Dyalhis' story, When the Green Star Waned. This was published in ſ four years ago, and it attained greater popularity than any other story we have ever printed. In three or four months we will give you another four-year-old story, probably Frank Owen's ethereally beautiful Chinese tale, The Wind that Tramps the World; for you seem to have your hearts set on reading this story again. From time to time we shall give you others. Numbers of requests have been received for the reprint of The Phantom Farmhouse, by Seabury Quinn; The Stranger from Kurdistan, by E. Hoffmann Price; The Night Wire, by H. F. Arnold; The Woman of the Wood, by A. Merritt; and The Outsider, by H. P. Lovecraft. The three last-named are too recent for us to reprint them soon; but we will eventually reprint these also, in accordance with your wishes.
"By all means cut out the old uninteresting reprints and use nothing in that space but reprints from the back issues of Weird Tales," writes C. Edward Christianson, of Brooklyn.
Writes F. J. Simmons, of Skowhegan, Maine: "I like W. T. because it is different. It takes me out of the rut, away from the inane affairs of life. This letter was prompted by the request of the editor for a vote as to reprinting tales from their own issues. I would vote yes, under certain conditions. First, that the yarns be at least one year old. Second, that the most likely be submitted to a vote of the readers. Third, that the proportion of Weird Tales' own tales to the classics be not less than one to five. There are some tales in the back files which your readers have not read—tales published
