In their foxholes on Bougainville and Luzon, two G.I.s hatched a postwar plan. Neither had much of a job to go home to. Corporal Raymond Utin, 24, had worked as a cub on Philadelphia papers. Corporal Fred Schutz, 22, had tried freelancing, never had a story published. Their Skeezix-&-Wilmer idea: a magazine for Manilans.
They got $625 from a Filipino lawyer, put up $825 between themselves. The editors took pen names: Utin, whose name is a dirty word in Tagalog, became Eric Raymond. His partner, wanting something fancier than Schutz, became Chris Edwards....
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