Pulp Fiction, 1921 · page 178 of 194
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CAMP-FIRE A FREE-TO-ALL MEETING PLACE FOR READERS WRITERS AND ADVENTURERS 3 - Li 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 a common liking for the strong, clean things of out-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 men who 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. gently amofig those of different station toward the fuller and more hum ing and sympathy that will some day bring to man the real democracy an he seeks. and such great extremes as here. Perhaps it is a bit of leaven working understand- brotherhood Few indeed are the agencies that bring together on a friendly footing so many 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 Alu of us have for so long associated W. C. Tuttle with humorous stories that when he turns around and writes serious stories instead we sort of have to begin all over again. As your letters and your an- nual votes have shown for years, his funny stories have been prime favorites with the vast majority of you. A minority didn’t like ’em ‘‘a-tall,’’ but that is the case with any humorous story. Some wrote in and explained that real cow- boys are not like those in ““Tut’s” funny stories. They’re not. Neither is real life like farce and if you try to make farce like real life it is no longer farce. Some even charged that Mr. Tuttle had never even seen the West. On the contrary, he has 42 7 } women gathered for interest and friendliness. Your desire to join makes you a member. never been east of Montana and was born and raised among the people he writes about. His father was sheriff of Dawson County, Montana. i> AMONG the majority who have en- joyed his funny stories, but right here and now I want to say that I’m even stronger for his serious stories. It’s not Camp-Fire custom for me to talk in praise for any of eur writers and I’m bringing this matter up only because I don’t want any of the minority who may not read his funny . stories to overlook the fact that°W. C. Tuttle is doing an entirely different kind of story now ard that they’re likely to miss something by not sampling the new kind for themselves. —————e el ' Gomichbooks:co of