Pulp Fiction, 1921 · page 191 of 204
Adventure Magazine Cover — page 191: what you’re looking at
A restored page from Pulp Fiction, 1921. Page through the whole issue in the reader above.
📄 Transcribed text from this page (OCR, searchable)
Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.
The Camp-Fire OHIO—East Akron. Harry J. tang, 137 South Arling- ig 4=otton St. OREGON—Marshfield. F. J. Webb, 200 Market Ave. Salem. D. Wiggins. PENNSYLVANIA—Philadelphia. S. Ninth St. Philadelphia. Alfred A. Krombach, 4159 N. Eighth Street. SOUTH CAROLINA—Allendale. Ed. N. Clark, Editor- Owner The Tri-County Record and Allendale Advance. TEXAS—Wichita Falls. A.M. Barlow, P. O. Box 51. WASHINGTON—Republic. Ione. A. S. Albert, Albert's Billiard Hall. Seattle, H. C. Copeland, The Western Sporisman, 83 Columbia St. Burlington. Carson, Ed. L. Wm. A. Fulmer, 252 A. E. Beaumont, Box 283. WISCONSIN = Magen: Frank Weston, Room 9, Tenny g. Milwaukee. Paul A. Buerger, Apt. 2, 150 Biddle Street. A Station may be in any shop, home or other reputable place. The only requirements are that a Station shall display the regular Station sign, pro- vide a box or drawer for mail to be called for and provide and preserve the register book. No responsibility for mail is assumed by anybody; the Station merely uses ordinary care. Entries in register to be confined to name or serial number, route, destination, permanent address and such other brief notes or remarks as desired; each Station can impose its own limit on space to be used. Reg- isters become permanent property of Station; signs remain property of this magazine, so that if there is due cause of complaint from members a Station can be discontinued by withdrawing sign. A STATION bulletin-board is strongly to be rec- ommended as almost necessary. On it travelers can leave tips as to conditions of trails, etc., resident members can post their names and addresses, such hospitality as they care to offer, calls for any travel- ers who are familiar with countries these residents once knew, calls for particular men if they happen that way, etc., notices or tips about local facilities and conditions. Letters to resident members can be posted on this bulletin-board. Any one who wishes is a member of Camp-Fire and therefore entitled to the above Station privi- leges. Those offering hospitality of any kind do so on their own responsibility and at their own risk and can therefore make any discriminations they see fit. Traveling members will naturally be expected to remember that they are merely guests and act accordingly. A Station may offer only the required register and mail facilities or enlarge its scope to any degree it pleases. Its possibilities as headquarters for a local club of resident Camp-Fire members are excellent. The only connection between a Station and this magazine is that stated above and a keeper is in no other way responsible to this magazine nor repre- sentative of it. HERE is our old comrade M. Logie? Haven’t heard from or of him for a year or so. The World War was just an- other chapter to him and, when I lost touch with him, he was hunting hard for Chapter Next. If he sees this, I hope he’ll report. 181 T’S been some little time since we’ve had a report ongqueer places where copies of our magazine have been found. The story Comrade Frazier refers to is ““The Soul of a Regiment,”’ which most of you will remem- ber and which we reprinted because of the demand for it. Conway, Pennsylvania. I found an Adventure magazine in a joint of bam- boo in an extinct volcano at Holo. Also another ina carrabao stall, which was about half eaten up. The one I found in the bamboo had the story of the soldier by Talbot Mundy that you printea twice.— HAMPTON J. FRAZIER. Ys: it’s a long letter, but most of us like a fellow who’s strong for his own—and that is not necessarily the same as a swelled head by quite a lot. Tl say that this com- rade is strong for Texas. Now me, I’m from Ohio and Ohio is the—all right Vl stop. We can’t all of us cut loose about our native State or whatever it was we started in. If we did, Camp-Fire would break up in its first riot. Here’s to Texas! Morgan City, Louisiana. The Camp-Fire, Gentlemen: Have you room for a newcomer to edge in and make a few random re- marks,in Camp-Fire? I use the term ‘‘newcomer” with reservations. I have never contributed to the columns of Camp-Fire, but for several vears I have been a constant reader. PERHAPS, before you will admit me, I had better tell you who I am. One August morning, quite a few years ago, I let out my first yell out in the little town of Llano, in the central mineral region of Texas. And then for nineteen years I spent my life on ranches and around the granite quarries of that ‘section, attending public school only when my parents became unduly insistent. Came my graduation from high school, followed by a course in the University of Texas at Austin. While in college chance caused me to select my life work, a work that was destined to lead me forth from my native State and make me a wanderer in this broad country of ours. In college I wrote up the sports for one ef the Austin newspapers and my work evidently pleased them, for when I had com- pleted my course I was offered a position on the editorial staff. Having nothing else in view, I accepted. That day I became a wanderer, for where is the real newspaper reporter or writer who is not a drifter, a roamer upon the face of the earth? HAVE hewed to the line since that day I first became a reporter, and although I have occa- sionally taken up other lines of endeavor I have invariably returned to the newspaper game. There is no getting away from it. I have traveled quite a bit, but I have gone upon the idea of seeing America first and have not visited many foreign countries. I am not.an old man, however, and in time I hope to see them all. I have played the game in San Antonio, Dallas, El Paso and other Texas cities. I CO MICLOOKS CO