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eee } MeetinPlace For Readers a 5 avy) 3 . g 2 " A - \ ee ~ " 2 a ~ ¢ 7 oe .e'4 » ae Aly ¢ / a F / . = LP z oo 7 \ . a. , iF = i . = ) <5 re DSP 5 2 % = ; : Writers an eAcdventurers Our Camp-Fire came into being May 5, 1912, with our June issue, and since then its fire has never died down. Many have gathered about it and they are of all classes and degrees, high and low, rich and poor, adventurers and stay-at-homes, and from all parts of the earth. Some whose voices we used to know have taken the Long Trail and are heard no more, but they are still memories among us, and new voices are heard, and welcomed. We are drawn together by a2 common liking for the strong, clean things of eut-of- doors, for word from the earth’s far places, for man in action instead of caged by cir- cumstance.. The spirit of adventure lives in all men; the rest is chance. But something besides a common interest holds us together. Somehow a real com- radeship has grown up among us. Men can not thus meet and talk together without growing into friendlier relations; many a time does one of us come to the rest for facts and guidance; many a close personal friendship has our Camp-Fire built up between two ee. lg had never met; often has it proved an open sesame between strangers in a far land. Perhaps our Camp-Fire is even a little more. Perhaps it is a bit of leaven working gently among those of different station toward the fuller and more human understand- ing and sympathy that will some day bring to man the real democracy and brotherhood he seeks. Few indeed are the agencies that bring together on a friendly footing so many and such great extremes as here. And we are numbered by the hundred thousand now. If you are come to our Camp-Fire for the first time and find you like the things we like, join us and find yourself very welcome. There is no obligation except ordinary manliness, no forms or ceremonies, no dues, no officers, no anything except men and women gathered for interest and friendliness. Your desire to join makes you a member. ~ for partners, friends, companions, chums. BRIEF word from Ben F. Baker in con- nection with his story in this issue: San Francisco, Calif. In submitting the enclosed tale I wish to offer an explanation of how I came to use “‘Tillicums” as a title. Tillicums, as you probably know, is Chinook Some- times it is used to convey all these meanings at once. It is the only word I know that defines the tie that bound Michael Joseph and Ole-—BEN F. BAKER. UST how far the movement for a national Sullivan Law has gone I don’t know, but if comrade Harriman asks me or any other unprejudiced citizen of New York whether the New York law has proved wise in practise he will hear either a laugh or a snort. It seems to do just what Mr. Harri- man says—results in the criminal’s having guns and the honest man’s being unarmed. When you see U. S. Marines with rifles in the big railway stations in the heart of the metropolis, guarding U. S. mail, and read ‘day after day of hold-ups and armed rob- beries you’ can guess how successful this law has been in keeping guns out of the hands where they do most harm. . It’s sort of funny, too. Several years ago,-being then a citizen of New York City, I wanted to do a little shooting down in my own cellar and planned to use a .22 target pistol that would not disturb the neighbors. To be quite lawful about it, I asked a police- man where to get a license. He didn’t know. I asked another and another and another. None of them knew, but several of them said, “Aw ——! Go get your pistol and say nothing about it.” Not at all; by that time Iwas going to.get me a license or perish in the attempt. Also I wanted to see whether any one knew. I tried the local police-station. treated me politely but seemed to consider me a freak for wanting a license. ‘They didn’t know, but sent me to Central Head- quarters. As I remember it, they sent me back to the local one, which sent me back 173 micbooks They -