October 1, 1912

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The Ultimate Solution

“WANTED—A respectable party, lady preferred, who knows something about philately, to act as private secretary. Fair salary. Apply to Mr. Hargreaves, Eucalyptus Grove, Santa Cruz.” “I suppose there must be dozens of people applying for the position,” Lillian Eldridge mused, as with newspaper clipping in hand she pushed open the heavy wooden gate and went nervously up the broad, well kept path leading to the large gabled house, well surrounded by trees, and to which a garage in the rear, whose doors were wide open, exposing to view a big touring car, lent an added air of obvious opulence. By Captain Leslie T. Peacocke24 min

The Making of an Exhibition

SOME FACTS ABOUT GREAT INTERNATIONAL EXPOSITIONS, HOW THEY ARE CONCEIVED, THE ENORMOUS EFFORT INVOLVED IN THEIR CREATION, AND FEATURES WHICH MAKE FOR THEIR SUCCESS OR FAILURE By Brian Bellasis21 min

The Venturers

LET the story wreck itself on the spreading rails of the Non Sequitur Limited, if it will; first you must take your seat in the observation car “Raison d’etre” for one moment. It is for no longer than to consider a brief essay on the subject—let us call it: “What’s Around the Corner.” By O. Henry18 min

The National Political Situation

THE VOLUNTARY EMPIRE—UNITY OF OUR FOREFATHER PIONEERS —UNDER THE VOLUNTARY PRINCIPLE ALL WENT WELL—WHY NOT RECAST OUR POLITICAL STATUS? By Edward William Thomson18 min

With Brock at Queenston Heights

GRAPHIC PORTRAYAL OF EVENTS MARKING DEATH OF GALLANT GENERAL—“I AM LEADING THIS CHARGE AND WILL REMAIN UNTIL WE REACH OUR GOAL’’—CIRCUMSTANCES UNDER WHICH HE WAS SHOT DOWN—THE INVADERS REPELLED ONE HUNDRED YEARS AGO By Lyman B. Jackes14 min

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An Optical Delusion

MR. “PEARLY” WALKER, of Sandblast, Lassen County, stood before the entrance to the Novelty Moving Picture Theatre on Market Street, staring moodily at the announcement of the thrilling programme being offered within. Mechanically his eye travelled over the bill-board. By Lowell Edwin Hardy13 min

In Such a Night

AS SOON as Ann Torrance finished supper, she went out on the piazza to wait for Graham Ewarts. He never came before eight o’clock, but she liked to sit ready to receive him and anticipate his coming. Across the intervening lawn with its plumy boundary line of shrubs, Ann could hear the gay sound of Alice Cantor’s little court, that, during the long, soft summer evenings, lounging on the steps or swaying in the hammocks, paid her the informal homage masculine youth delights to render to girlhood and beauty. By Atkinson Kimball12 min