Adventure Magazine Cover — page 97: what you’re looking at

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Show men should have attacked his dear friend, the white man. Could he be forgiven? Would he be forgiven? It should never occur again. Lo, he would give the white man four of his prettiest daughters as a guarantee. The trader kicked the king to his feet, gave him a drink of the forbidden gin, lec- tured him on the evils of war, and opening a tin of salmon for the royal palate to taste he proceeded to bind up the many spear and shark’s-teeth sword-wounds that adorned the king’s torso. Later came Lu with the same story, to get the same treatment, and after him his warriors who were wounded and the war- riors of Karea. All was peace and harmony, and the tribes feasted together and got drunk together, and swore everlasting friendship for each other and everlasting enmity toward the Little People. Lu saw to it that Karea’s woman was re- turned to him with a present of many other women as a sign of good feeling, and Karea responded in kind. Every one agreed that the white man was a god and had used some uncanny methods to save his life and his Item: ‘Three cases of foodstuffs. "Em QI wealth intact. As for the man who used the ray-tail whip, he was a pig, and the son of a pig, but he was a man to beware of. One evening, with the recommencement of trade, the trader reckoned up. “Item: Fourteen bolts of cloth, four of twill, one of velvet. Item: Two cases of mirrors. Item: One case of axes, two of knives, one of “‘square-face,’”’ six of beads, one of brooches, one of musical-boxes. Total: About three hundred dollars, Apia prices. Whew! Result: Peace and happiness for every one concerned. Trade continues strong. Talk about making history. What do you think, Marur Think we deserve a drink of something special?”’ The Marquesan grinned’ cheerfully and glanced out to sea where a black smudge of smoke lifted and fell on the horizon. **Drink fine,’ he murmured. “Get the brandy, Three Star Martell’s,”’ said the trader, lighting another cheroot. Still grinning the Marquesan disappeared into the house. The low cooing of the red- crested pigeons camefrom the jungle, and the surf laughed and whispered along the shore. SHOW ’EM —6hby Bill ONFOUND it—one has always got to be going a little better— better—better—a man can’t be satisfied, can he? No satisfaction to a man as long as he is not going up-hill. It’s no end of a hard job to be a man— what with aches and pains and things of one sort and another. There is this eternal urge— “You are a man—show ’em And yet with all of that there is also the knowledge that no man who imagines him- self to be better than the rest of the gang is quite a man. I detest these stuck-up birds, don’t your People who say— * Show 'Em,": copyright, 1922, by B. M. Adams. P ] i Adams “Look here—this is the way to go about it.” I like a guy who will stick his arm through mine and say: “Bill, you’re a darned old fool, but I’m another. Come on—let’s show ’em.” I like a lot of things—apple pie, ginger- bread, the first flower when Spring runs from the hills and all across the meadows, a pretty girl, ham and eggs, a comfortable chair by a good fire; or a well-cooked gurap in the jungles. Any old place where a man can lie down and sleep is the place for me. Ain’t that so? Do you know what a gump is? It is what tramps—who are really the only truly cultured people—call a chicken. NOOK (C@