Argosy, Vol. 117, No. 2 — page 170: what you’re looking at

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320 it become mushy with love stories. Tar Arcosy would be complete with only these writers: Charles Alden Seltzer, Loring Brent, and Garret Smith, although all the present authors with the good old Arcosy are extra good. Now just one last rap at Miss “ Argosy Fan” in Log of November 8 issue, knocking our old favor- ite, Seward W. Hopkins. Evidently she never read “The Hoodoo Ranch” or she would.say he was right there with the goods. If you use this please use my full name. An old Arcosy reader. J. C. GUNTER. ECHOES FROM THE PRINTERS’ - STRIKE _ 3 Lisbon, Ohio. Well, the two sets of kickers have each rung the bell, even kicking in different directions. How many times I have seen in the Log-Book that so and so wanted the good old Arcosy to dock semi-weekly in their port, and again, a few fearfully busy persons would rather it glided to the slip once a month. . Well, they each have got their wish now, and I hope they are satisfied to have had a chance to try out their pet theories. But oh, at what cost! What an economic blunder that such things*must be! Lisbon» was without its favorite magazine for four weeks, then we enioyed one issue in one week, and ‘next weck were treated to one week arrears, which gave us two together tat week. While awaiting the outcome of the trouble, the reading public were sadly disconsolate, but their discomfort could not be compared to the difficul- ties which the publishers must have endured, owing to the disorganization of their working force and consequent confusion of plans. Not voicing it as a selfish or miserly wish, must say that I hope the price and the make-up may still remain the same. If the latter must be changed to conform to the former, please make it conventional, and add a page or two more adver- tising. To my mind, speaking fraternally, that would balance matters somewhat. Personally, as to the price, I afford it now, but being a widow, could not spend any more than at present upon reading matter. I write for several magazines and newspapers, and receive my copies free, and from the money earned from such writing I set aside a certain sum for fiction, and above that I do not go, so hope that I may be allowed still to read the good old ARGOSY. A few words in praise of some of the stories which I have just read: “ At the Eleventh Hour,” by Grace Lovell Bryan, October 25 issue, is a ereat, deep story, and I enjoyed it very much. “ Derricked,” by George L. Catton, was very en- joyable, and ended right. “Whose Gold?” by Frederick R. Bechdolt, was fine, and has much to recommend it. Here’s many thanks for mixing ’em right, however you manage it. 7 SARAH HUTE. HOW ABOUT THIS, GIRLS?. Altoona, Pennsylvania. _ T have been a faithful reader of THe Arcosy for the last three years, but have never seen a letter in the Log-Book from my own town. I am not a subscriber to your magazine, but am always hanging around the news-stand on Thursday for it. I discovered THE Arcosy in a rather odd man- THE ARGOSY. ner one night. I was at a sledding party out in the country about fifteen miles. I happened to pick up this magazine, and was looking it over. I found a short story that looked kind of good to me, and I read it. After I got started it took the bunch a good while to pull me away from it. I asked a young fellow who resided at this farm- house where he got the magazine, and how long he had been reading it. He told me that he had a news-dealer hold each month’s issues until he went into town and got them every month. He told me it was some pastime during the winter evenings when it was too cold to go out. ‘The ‘next day I just naturally dropped into a news- stand and inquired about THe Arcosy. I was told it came in every Thursday, and I promptly told the dealer to hold it for me. In your issue of October 18, which I have just “received, owing to the strike conditions, I read a letter from a boy in Massachusetts who says he has no use for a girl who uses powder and paint. I fervently agree with him there. There are quite a few girls in this town who do the same thing. — They really cover up what good looks they have got. talking to « boy friend of mine. Two girls were coming toward us. My friend looked at them, then turned to me and grinned, “ Holy gee! Mac, look at those two dames. Don’t they have the camouflage on good, though?” I had to laugh at him at the way. he expressed himself. He classed the stuff as camouflage. He is right. I often wonder if the girls think they are deceiving the men by “ dolling up” that way. If they think so, they are wrong. The men only associate with them because they all use the stuff. If the men would form a union and go on a strike from these girls, they would soon be scraping the thick plaster of rouge off. I ask if the e ‘itor agrees with me. Of course, if the girls didn’t use all that kind of dope the people who manufacture it wouldn’t be millionaires. I agree with the girls in wanting to help their nation’s manufactories, but when it ruins their complexions and their skin, why do it? But, on the other hand, they all do it. I was going to write about automobiles in this Yetter, but I changed my mind when I found there are others in the United States who dislike powder and rouge as much as I do. Maybe some of the girl readers will wonder if I am a confirmed woman-hater. I'll tell them that fF am not. I appreciate the weaker sex as much as most men do, but when it comes to having a girl who thinks it makes her look nice to have a cake of rouge plastered on her countenance, I am nowhere to be seen. I give myself credit for causing at least two girls to quit using so much. They still use it, however, but they don’t use a whole lot. Should this letter escape the waste-basket and get into the good old Log-Book, of which I am as faithful a reader as the stories, I would feel elated. To find that my view concerning ‘‘ camou- flage” gets down out of these mountains would be my delight. I don’t think I am the enly one in this town, either, who dislikes to see a girl all made up. We like to see it over the foot-lights, because we go there to see the women as they arent. But when it comes to seeing them on the street—I can’t express it in words. | Hoping this will not cause a riot or anything like that, and that I will see it in the Log-Book, I am, H. D. RETTBURG. © COMMICLOOKS I was standing on a street-corner the other day iGO