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The two daughters of the noted author are making a special study of -o- their father's books and are admiring readers of Kipling and 0. Henry. -o- JACK LONDON'S LAST LITTLE GEM IT TELLS OF THE THRILLS IN LIFE Just a few days before Jack Lon don answered the call to the last GIVES UP A TRADE TO LOBBY FOR VOTES FOR WOMEN lMISS MILDRED GILBERT Miss Gilbert of California has giv en up her work as ari expert interior decorator to devote her time urging congressmen at Washington to pass the suffrage amendment. o o TODAY IN ILLINOIS HISTORY r Dec. 18, 1805. The legislature of Indiana territory petitioned congress to permit the introduction of slaves into the northwest. o o Willie Collier is dead wrong in say ing that no man can tell the truth for 24 hours. Plenty of men can keep their mouth shut that long. great adventure he wrote the. follow ing little gem perhaps the last he ever penned for The Day Bqok in response to the question, '"Are there any thrills left in life?" BY JACK LONDON When I lie on the placid beach of Waikiki, inthe Hawaiian islands, as I did last year, and a stranger intro duces himself as the person who set tled the estate of CapL Keller; and when that stranger explains that Capt. Keller came to his deth by having his head chopped off and smoke-cured by the cannibal head hunters of the-Solomon islands in the West South Pacific; and when I re member back through the several brief years, to when Capt. Keller, a youth .of 22 and master of the schooner Eugenie, was- sailed deep with me on many a night, and played poker to the dawn, and took hash eesh with me for the entertainment of the wild crew -of Penduffryn; and who, when I waB wrecked on the outer reef of Malu, on the island of Malaita, with 1,600 naked bushmen, armed "with horse-pistols, Snider ri fles, tomahawks, spears, warclubs" and bows and arrows, and with scores of war canoes, filled with salt water headhunters and man-eaters holding their place on the fringe of the breaking surf alongside of us, only, four whites of us, including my . wife on board when Capt. Keller burst through the rain-squalls to the windward, in a whale boat, with a crew of negroes, he rushing to our rescue, bare-footed and bare-legged, clad in loin-cloth and six-penny un dershirt, a brace of guns strapped about his middle I say, when I re member all this, that adventure and romance are not dead as I lie on the placid beach of WaikikL