The Argosy, Vol. 81, No. 4 — page 199: what you’re looking at

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THE LOG-BOOK. An author who has not been represented in Tur Arcosy for many moons will reappear next month with an extra long short story of movie life. “THE SMUGGLER’S DAUGHTER”— Five Reels BY PERLEY POORE SHEEHAN is a fascinating turning inside out of motion picture experiences, about which Mr. Sheehan has now personal knowledge, having done several scenarios under contract. The arrogance of the female star and the trials of a movie director are set forth in graphic style. In this same April Arcosy you will also find a swinging Western tale by Howard Dwight Smiley, called ‘“‘ When the Sheriff Came for Bud”; also, “A Lady in Dis- tress,” by Rex Parson, a moving story of a motor experience wherein a young man who sought to do a kindly act got in bad- But instead of mentioning further April attractions, I will turn at once to the mail-bag, and permit you readers to. chat in and about Tur Arcosy in your wonted spirited vein. HIS FIND IN A LOG-CABIN Below is a picturesque account of the fashion in which one man made acquaintance with THE Arcosy. These recitals are always interesting. Do you note, by the way, that of late corre- spondents have ceased to “knock” THe Arcosy, - and have taken to knocking the knockers in- stead? I have, so don’t blame it on me for sup- pressing the kicks that don’t materialize. Courtland, Kansas. The first copy of THe Arcosy I ever read I found in a prospector’s log-cabin in British Co- lumbia, on the Kootenai River. ‘“ Pard” and I ran out of grub, and snow-shoed around look- ing for a cache and found it, But the best find was an Arcosy. I got so interested in a story in it that I nearly forgot the flour and tea I had come for. That was in January, 1895, twenty-one years ago, and I have never missed a copy since. What amuses me is to read in the Log-Book how so many say: “Cut this out. I don’t like it.” Or “T don’t like So-and-So. His writings are rot- ten.” What kind of a magazine would it be that would suit equally well, say, a dyspeptic and a big, full-faced, jolly fellow? ‘There is enough in Tue Arcosy to amuse the whole human family, and all for ten cents. Why kick? For shame. A person that can build up a magazine like THE Arcosy does not need very much advice on how to run it. I like stories from the Canadian wilds or Alas- ka best; because I have lived so much up there out in God’s open country. C. J. ANDREN. WOULDN’T MISS A COPY EVEN AT THIRTY CENTS A WEEK Here’s another enthusiastic admirer of our - magazine. The reason Mr. Gregory finds THE Arcosy stories as good as any written by au- thors with big reputations is because in THE Arcosy clever writers put forth their mightiest efforts to achieve this reputation. And I may add, I never buy poor stuff just because an au- thor has a big name. In this magazine it is the goods in the package, and not the brand on the outside, that counts. = Lynn, Massachusetts. I have read THE Arcosy for a number of years —about nine in all—and I wouldn’t be without it. I have read the likes and dislikes of your 765 patrons, and it is very, very interesting, yet some- _ Every single story is good, I never have read a bum story times disgusting. whatever it be. in THE Arcosy—no, sir; no, not a one—and [ : have read every yarn published in that magazine beginning with February number, 1907, up to now. ‘This very afternoon I have the January issue of 1916, better than ever, and have finished the first two stories, “ Comrade Island” and “ His Million Dollar Star.” : Yes, indeed, I voice the sentiments in H. H. G. (Shorty’s) letter (January Log). Let the fanatics rave, roar, and kick, but you can keep on with your magazine, reduce it in price, or put it up in price-to as high as twenty-five cents, yes, and higher, and if it came as often as once a week at thirty cents I wouldn’t miss a copy. That’s what I think of THe Arcosy. I see one of the kickers says, “ Cut out the se- rials.” Bah! He don’t like good stories, or he wouldn’t say that. I notice a great many don’t like Jackson. Well, he is a man who writes some classy love stories with a punch. Another says Hawkins stories are no good. Why, say, Haw- kins tales are par excellence, and I certainly wish that we could have four times as much of both of the above. Yes, every story ever published in Tur Arcosy is excellent. Why, I have read in it a story full of excitement and a funny story; also a calm, smoothly running yarn just as good as any Anna Katherine Green, Louis Tracy, George Barr Mc- Cutcheon, or Amelia Barr ever wrote, and they are all good, strong writers. Before 1916 goes out I am going to subscribe to THr Arcosy for a period of three years. WarREN A. GREGORY. EOLPMIC OOKS (E@)