The Argosy, Vol. 76, No. 3 — page 247: what you’re looking at

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THE LOG-BOOK. Now I want to tell you about the complete novelette, The Red-Eyed Death BY CAREY WADDELL ANDCARRINGTON BOYKIN It is a mystery story of. the first water. It moves like clockwork, it keeps you gttessing, it is written in fine style, and although it runs nearly fifty thousand words, I never raised my eyes until I got to the end. It is-new, fresh, you see the char- acters walk and talk, and they seem as real to you as the people in the flat overhead doing the tango at two in the morning. Don’t let the title scare you away. I backed away from it the first. time I saw it and made a mental reservation as I started reading that that would have to be changed. 117 By the time I finished the yarn I realized that it had the one, only, and real title it ever could have or ever would have, no matter how much I or anybody else might attempt to tinker with 1t—it’s just that and nothing else —and there’s a reason. Fine hot weather reading, believe me, and I suffer high-brow spells just the same as human beings do, too. Jim Fellon comes back in July— with such a punch that he must have had a horseshoe in each fist when he wrote the novelette you'll get. It’s some Western mix-up —and pretty funny, if I do say it. Then Foran is on deck with both feet and oilskins with an Indian story. Oh, well, I'll bank on the shorts in July. Run up the Blue Peter, quarter- master—we’re outward bound. FROM THE ADMIRAL’S DESPATCH BAG Do you realize that in the last year I have introduced you to an almost. new set of writers? That Jackson, Bedford-Jones, Ogden, Katharine Eg- gleston, Hocking, Fellom, Foran, and James Francis Dwyer are a new crew? Those people have written THE Arcosy in the last year, for better or worse, and, of course,. have caused a great deal of controversy, a natural result after any sort of a change. And from a magazine. carrying three to four serials it has been transformed into a complete magazine and is now well on the way to new triumphs. Here are the readers clamoring to be heard: From Another Skipper Eprror, ARGosY: | As I have a log to keep every day, [ see you also have the same job, so guess we are brothers under the skin. I want to get down a few of my pleasing thoughts con- cerning the best magazine I read out of ten I take every month—yours, from truck to keel, is the best. If I leave port without the latest Arcosy I feel unlucky for that voyage, and you know a sailor’s superstition, anyway, and makes us feel as though we should double the lookout so as not to land in Davy Jones’s locker. It’s just like morning cof- fee—TI have to have it. Slack away on some more sea stories. ‘* Scud o’ the Banks” was fine. Fred Jack- son’s stories are rated Al at Lloyd’s, so let’s have some more. Any one who doesn’t like them is like an old sailor—he kicks when it’s fine weather and he kicks when it storms. Just battened down “ Waters of Strife.” Fine yarn, but lost some watch below read- ing it. May you steam with all cargoes and weather all storms. J. H. Hatsey. S. S. El Mundo, New York. Love Versus Lovecraft In Lovecraft’s epic, liber. primus, He surely did his best to trim us, And now with satire he has stunned. us In his last work, liber secundus. We wonder now with what conceit He’ll trample on the “ Winged Feet,” For sure he’s bound to make a fuss And give us liber tertius. If this calamity befall us We'll swallow it “cum grano salis.” If by mischance some fair, false maid Has havoc with his feelings played, cCOmiiclook 5) c CO@