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Judging the New Books (Continued from page 6) LAS! the happy, care-free idyll had to end. The beautiful sav- ages, who had never known disease, were contaminated by the whites. One night the explorers discovered that their not too dusky wives had broken out with prickly heat! In decency, there was nothing to do but to re-embark on the Kawa and depart —a dangerous proceeding since all their nautical instruments had been lost in the storm. However, Capt. Triplett had discovered and potted a compass plant, which he took along. But even his tenderest care could not. keep it alive. Even as he was watering it with a fountain pen filler, it withered and died. After that they were lost on the salt, unplumbed, estranging sea. They rigged up a new flexible yardarm and let the good ship have her head, while they proceeded to get theirs. The ship landed them, none too | soon, on the beach at Papeete, where O’Brien, McFee, Somerset Maugham, | Joe Conrad and others of the F. R. S. S. E. U. gave them welcome and succor, and where Captain Traprock developed his extraordinary photo- graphs and completed the journal of the voyage, dispatching both pictures and Ms. to G. P. Putnam’s Sons, just down 45th St. from the home moorings of the Kawa at the Coffee House. The book is now out, photo- graphs and all. If you want to know what the South Seas are really like, read it. The style is not so ornate as that of either Herman Melville or Fred O’Brien, but the facts are prob- ably nearly as accurate, and much more astonishing. PEAKING of Herman Melville, as k many people do who never read “Moby Dick,” “Typee” or “Omoo,” new editions of those tales of torrid | seas, tropic islands, spouting whales and metaphysical seamen are now available in the Everyman’s Library. They fit the pocket—in more ways than one—and fill the mind. What more can you ask of a book? Do you remember the sailor from Sag Harbor who tried in vain to prove the fallacy of the story of Jonah and the whale, bringing to bear all his knowledge of geography and all his observation of a whale’s anatomy, only to be confounded by the theo- 4h , Learn to Dance ICA TEACH YOU Fox-Trot, One-Step, Two:Sten, CAM TaACM vOMaprts dresmingts seciey dances Tesi few fhoure:sat homes-in private by the wondertal Peak System of Mi Instruction REMARKABLE NEW METHOD. Easy--fascinating. ic--no partner (CHANDLER PEAK, M. B. ‘4737 Broadway Chicago, Mm. We have been making Waterman’s Ideal Fountain Pen exclusively for over thirty-six years. No other make of fountain pen shares this distinction. Each step in its production is begun and com- pleted in our own factories which enables us to guarantee its standard of perfection before offer- ing it for sale. There is a size of holder to fit your hand and a style of point to suit your individual handwriting preference exactly. Three Types: Regular—Safety—Self-filling $2.50 to $250 L. E. Waterman Company, 191 Broadway, New York 24 School Street, Boston 129 So. State Street, Chicago 17 Stockton St., San Francisco SELECTION AND SERVICE AT BEST DEALERS THE WORLD OVER ER SE ne ee logians? Or the story of the har- pooner who could not sell embalmed New Zealand heads in New Bedford on the Sabbath, because it would never do to peddle human heads on such a day, so he had to dispose of a. double quantity on Saturday night? Or of—but read “Moby Dick” for yourself, or re-read it. It was a wise man who always read an old book when a new one came out. Tue Cruise or THE Kawa. By “Walter E. Everyman's Li- The Compleat Camper By WANDA PzTRUNKEVITCH Chief cook of tough and tinny eats, Worn out by too much recreation; Sun-fried, devoured by hungry skeets, I long for rest from my vacation! What Furry? Mother—Rachel, your beau was here to see you last night. Kate—Oh, was he? Mother—No, not Wuzzy. Izzy. comicbooks.com