July 15, 1933

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CZAR'S GOLD

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Waste on the Waters

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Gone Native

CZAR'S GOLD 2021
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CZAR'S GOLD

IT WAS near midnight when the car slackened speed and its headlights struck gleams from parallel lines of steel. Beside the track stood a square brick building, half fort, half section-house. There the chauffeur left us, after Serge had paid him extra rubles to secure his promised silence.
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Waste on the Waters

AN INCH and a quarter stream of oilstained water spurted in jets from the Jongleur’s side. In the engine room. Mark O’Brien’s arm rocked back and forth on the handle of a bilge pump. For a week he had been doing that just before he turned into his bunk and starting the same again first thing when he rose in the morning, and too frequently between times as he plowed from one task to another.
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Gone Native

HE SAT cross-legged and gazed out the doorway at the brilliant sunlight drenching the little Ivory Coast village. Just beyond the threshold squatted the motionless figure of a girl whose naked body glowed like black satin. Over her head he could see the golden cones of the peaked huts of grass; behind them was the glossy green of the banana groves.
The Brothers of Mademoiselle 1617
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The Brothers of Mademoiselle

MY NAME is Ferdinand Pouliot, and I engage myself in the grocery business in that beautiful village of Montville. My age is five-and-twenty years. I am a bachelor. There are two reasons. The first is Alphonse. The second is Hippolyte. They are the brothers of Mademoiselle Hortense.
No Personal Calls 1011
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No Personal Calls

SANDERSON tried the door, and it was locked. A queer, desperate sort of rage came over him. There on the door was his name—Lewis Sanderson, Sole Agent for Marchesa La Rocca, Rome, Milan, Paris. Inside there was his battleground, his field of honor, where he fought his valiant fight.
My Four Years in Russia 1213
GENERAL ARTICLES

My Four Years in Russia

A WEEK or two ago the editor of Maclean's handed me a cabled dispatch from Moscow to the New York Times. It announced that the biggest tractor plant in the world was officially opened on June 1. at Cheliabinsk, in the Ural Mountains, and that it was designed to produce 40,000 sixty-horsepower caterpillar tractors a year.
Hats! 89
GENERAL ARTICLES

Hats!

Some of the many replies to Dora Sanders’ "My Hat!"
In the Queen’s Pantry 89
GENERAL ARTICLES

In the Queen’s Pantry

MOTHER GOOSE has sung her songs of the queen’s parlor and the queen’s court. Alexandre Dumas has permitted us more than one peep at strange goings-on in reginal boudoirs. But no one, as far as I am aware, ever has thought it worth while to reveal the secrets of the Queen’s pantry.
Teachers in Politics 1819
GENERAL ARTICLES

Teachers in Politics

MAY IT please you, ladies and gentlemen. to consider the fourteenth convention of the British Columbia Teachers’ Federation and its implications. This convention was held in Vancouver in April of this year. Over 1,400 teachers from all parts of British Columbia registered.
Summer Hospitality 4041
WOMEN AND THE HOME

Summer Hospitality

SUMMER is one of the best of all times to give a party; many parties. We are set for pleasant things. Summer and good times have come to be synonymous. And good times require good things to eat and to drink. No matter what kind of a party or where the setting, the refreshments provide the accent.
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