The day book. [volume], December 18, 1916, LAST EDITION, Image 16

About The day book. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917

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The two daughters of the noted
author are making a special study of
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their father's books and are admiring
readers of Kipling and 0. Henry.
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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.
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TODAY IN ILLINOIS HISTORY
r Dec. 18, 1805. The legislature of
Indiana territory petitioned congress
to permit the introduction of slaves
into the northwest.
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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