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panion Is a violent contrast In emotion. Her face, Rembrandtesquo In its In tensity of light and shade, tells (he story of many sorrows. She Is going to the States to see a son who Is 'in trouble," we gather (you know how this sort of news leaks out) and every body aboard feels sorry and wants to show it. Somebody proffers her a rug:, another a book, which she accepts with, a smile. (What a feeble smile it Is!) She makes a pretense at reading, but presently she puts the book aside with a sigh and sits thinking, thinking, al ways thinking. Petty beside this appear -the Imagi nary troubles of a dear little American girl who has been spending a couple of years in New Zealand. - "Say," she mournfully complains in broad "American accent, "everybody Is saying that I don't talk a bit like an American. I do hope that isn't true. I want everybody to know I'm an Ameri can and that I'm going home." She sits on th* bridge companion steps, her blue eyes looking wistfully homeward. "I do wish this old boat would Ju3t hurry." she keeps saying. One morning our cyclist-hating Eng lishman nearly worked himself into an apoplectic fit. He had come upon a book 'of essays on a vacant deck chair and settled' himself to read. Presently the crack cyclist happened along and claimed the book as his. "By gad, sir," said the Johnny, sub sequently describing the incident to his clique . in the smoking-room, "the boundafc actually reads Ruskln. Ten nyson and all our othah top-notchers." There are a few nervous people on board who. in anticipation of their visit to the United States, have "read up" works on America. Foster Fraser's "America at "Work." Kipling's "From, Sea to Sea," and "A Frenchman's Im pressions of America" are much in evi dence — as a consequence a few people are asking each other for Information about "bunko-steerers" and such like dangerous things. For the special benefit of the nervous ones the funny man on board told the following yarn: "The Amalgamated Bunkc-Steerers* Society of San Francisco, which boasts a membership, list 15,000 strong, has what they call its Intelligence depart ment; that is. It keeps paid members of the society on all boats and trains to put chalk marks upon the backs of passengers worth exploiting. The chalk marks denote to the operating members on shore the extent of the bearer's belongings. Passengers leav ing the steamer at Frisco with chalk marked coats advise the bunko-steerers on wharf duty th© exact extent of their valuables and where they are going to put up." "I'll tell you something m confi dence," whispered the low-comedy man, and his listeners expectantly drew closer. "There are seven mem bers of the Amalgamated Bunko- Steerers* Society's intelligence staff on this ship now." And the low-comedy man left a group of nervous men obligingly looking for chalk-marks on each other's backs. It was the privilege of the writer tat accompany the commander and his of ficers on his daily tour of "inspec tion." The progress of the official par ty throughout the huge vessel la marked by the severest discipline. The care and attention bestowed upon tha most minute details is simply as tounding. Now and again during tho tour the captain would stop to speak a few kindly words to a poor foreigner In the steerage, or, while his eagle eye took in the sanitary condition of a sick man's cabin, a cheery story from 7\ JTR. BERT LEVY, who ar l \/\ rived in San Francisco two y,/ J weeks ago on the Sonoma JL from Australia, is one of the best-known artists in the Antipodes. For over ten years he was connected with the Sydney Bulletin, one of the largest papers in the colonies, where he made himself famous ,for his pic tures depicting the Jewish character, while for the last four years he has been on the staff of The Age, pub lished by the multi-millionaire, David Symes, in Melbourne, where he gained even greater prominence for his sketches of the Jewish type in par ticular, and his cartoons of famous men in general, as well as for the able articles from his pen which ac companied all his drawings. At the same time he is known professionally as one of the best fcenic artists that has ever painted for the big theaters in Australia. Mr. Levy is himself a Jew, who was born in Australia, and his present visit, which, by the way, is his first trip across the Pacific, is made ex pressly for the purpose of closing ne gotiations with one of the big East ern publishing houses for the repro duction of a series of his Jewish pic tures, among which is the "Tephillan," which is a marvelous study of an aged Jew in the midst of the orthodox prayer, and the '"Kaddish," which de picts a Jewish father and his two sons with tear-stained faces turned toward the east while they repeat a prayer for the departed wife and mother. It is the strength and pathos as well as the absolute fidelity to the Jewish characteristics that have won. Ench widespread praise and admiration for these works. It is perhaps a remarkable coinci dence that simultaneous with Mr. Levy's arrival the Sunday Call should be preparing for the publication of "The Fugitive," a new novel, fresh from the hands of the author. Ezra S. Brudno, less than three months ago, b'Jt which has already become one of the most talked of books in both Europe and America because of the masterful way it depicts the life of the Jews both in Russia and New York, and which Mr. Sorners, the head of the book department at the Em porium, declares will be one of the biggest selling books of the year. Beginning next Sunday, June 12, it will be published comolete in five in stallments, and in order ta make its appearance all the more notable, Mr. Levy has been specially commissioned to remain in San Francisco and il lustrate it lavishly from beginning to end in his best style, exclusively for the Sunday CalL Thus under the Sunday Call's liberal and progressive literary policy of giving its readers the very latest high class literature by the best writ ers of the day, there has been secured DAINTT guide books scattered throughout the big ocean liners describe the beauties of the Isl and paradise on the route from the Antipodes to California, but no mention Is made of the chief beauty of travel— the beauty of human compan ionship that is fully matured on board ship. Amusing, indeed, it Is to watch the gradual thawing of the icy man ners adopted by some people at the etart of the voyage. The sour-faced, sarcastic man who found fault with the nuts and cheese two hours out from Evfiney proves by the time we reach faces were characteristic of the pick tortured surfaces of the alluvial* fields of old Ballarat and Bendigo, (heir na tive towns, were in earnest conversa tion with morose types of British globe trotters, and, 'like the high light on a pleasing picture, was the animated but friendly discussion between an Arch bishop and a German Jew. "Where else but amid the friendly environments en gendered by a long ocean voyage could such Ideal conditions prevail 7 There Is a lady on board who would prove a veritable gold mine of copy to a writer of farce. She appears at breakfast in black satin and diamonds and does not keep the story of her daily life a secret. ...¦¦- "Every morning of my life," she tells her neighbors at the. table in a con fidential whisper that can be heard above the roar of steam and storm, "my maid brings a cup of tea to my bedside," and then almost In the. same breath she summons a passing stew ard: "Hey, mister, fetch us a bit more toast."' Th- passengers at -a certain saloon table rejoiced, in the -possession of an Irish-Australian mining magnate, and the unconsciously humorous ¦ remarks that he let fall were as rich and plenti ful aa gold speaks In the. wash-dirt of the renowned ' district from which he hailed. - • • "Good mornlnV he said, seating him self at breakfast. "We'll pass the Ven toora this mornln', I belalve." .One of . his, table mates ventured the opinion that we had passed -our sister ship in th« night. - . • "Oh, no," end the Irishman, "I was talkin' to wan of the .officers while he was cleaning the floor ¦ in ¦ the smoking room an' he ' said we'd pass It ' this mornin'." .. . . ~ ¦ .To leave the crowd of good-natured, happy fellows holding a "Calcutta" on the ship's run and to look at the sad not only a brand new novel, by a writer who is said to have laid bare the inner secrets of his own life in "The Fugitive," but the superb and authentic art work of a man equally famous from another far distant quarter of the trlobe both brought to gether for the first time in one edition to picture the sorrows and sufferings, the ideals and the history of their own race, as well as to reveal the se cret of the cause and the effect of their ceaseless persecution through the ages. In the following article Mr. Levy has written of the humors and de lights of s trip across the Pacific on a big Oceanic liner and illustrated it with some characteristic drawings which speak for themselves. They are however, mere rapid sketches, giving no idea of the real skill and power shown in his finished work. the captain would gratify the occu pant Of course, the beauties of the Island scenery en route have been described again and again. Americans are fa miliar with the grand in nature, for at their own" door nature haa laid many treasures. * But like unto an oasis In the desert is Honolulu to an Australian who has painted all his life among the gum trees of his own dear country and leaves it for the first time to gaze upon the Island. The writer stood spellbound for aa hour beside the celebrated Pall - and felt for the first time that to try to Imitate, nature with brush aad paint is, after all, only a little mockery. All the adjectives that one eaa apply to Honolulu have been applied b«£ars scores of times, and one who really feels it deep down can only sign and say nothing. And now the rattle of wtne gla»3es and the Bound of "For fce*» ajoCy good fellow." "We are a day off Frisco. In the bright* warm saloon tn« Archbish op has Just proposed the health, of the President of . the United States of America. Well, It's the sort of voyaga that Americans are taking more and more — this trip across the- Paclflo in an Oceanic liner. But It Is not given to everybody to be a young Australian and to . feel the blood tingling at the recollection of. many happy. Jolly days and "nights" out on the Pacific with real . "white" American boys. You crowd of bright American bovs and girls who came aboard at Honolulu, those little snatches of .Hawaiian na tive airs you hummed have sunk right down into my soul with the • beautiful color of the Pali, the Punchbowl and all those other things that make up my dream of the Paradise of the Pa cific ¦ ; *•-.'-/• - - ' . , ¦¦ the Johnny. r ." : } ¦; ' - »» . ; But presently, the little group of . On the fifth day out rrom Sydney a returning American crack cyclist who had "scooped" big money "out there" was the center of the multifarious group that goes to make up a typical ship's .smoking-room crowd. .English Johnnies returning home by the "short, quick route? 'and Incidentally taking in the "ah— St. Louis— ah— Exposition— ah"; robust ' Australians going to have >a look at the States; smart", young" -Americans who had made a '"¦. bit "out there" and are off home to look for novelties for the colonies; big, fine New Zealanders, picked up at' Auckland; gentle-man nered Hawaiian* who had come aboard flower-bedecked at lovely Honolulu, all wect to. make up that Jolly; after dinner smoking room atmosphere which la one of the most charming character istics of a trip on a big ocean liner. The big erellst had "bad a corking time \ out , there" ,' and • wouldn't ' hear a word against Australians or the Aus tralian "boys." , - 1. .' : "Bay," he repeated. " 'Muriea may be Ood's country, .but -when Ood wants a good time I guess, he goes . out thur." ; ,The cydlstytras a, bluff and hearty Calif ornian boy, who had made himself extremely, popular .with the passengers, but had evidently got Upon ¦ the . nerves of | a , rather . elongated, loud-checked, haw-hawing English 1 Johnny. ; ¦ 'nevah,^ nevah \ traveled ! wltn Americans befoah.; I : ; think* they are extremely ' olevah. -very; clevah; but I object | to 1 their awful twang— ah," said Amerlcans in the corner got even with "the Englishman. He had been "spout- Ing" about his English home, his motor cars and pack of hounds, his shooting box, etc., but his statement that It was "quite seventeen— ah— miles, don't yer •know, from our hall door to- the gate keeper's lodge" inspired , a subdued .chorus (to the concluding bars of "Auld Lang Syne"), led by the cyclist, which * was more expressive than elegant. Again' and again from the American stronghold rang out that tender and beautiful ¦; air and shattered' the Johnny's . highly-colored jj pictures of his. stately English home.. The -enormous value he . put upon his ' mother's family Jewels was punctured by the "chorus, rendered fortissimo, and when the good-natured raillery finally drove him away in a blustering rage the atmosphere became \ delightfully social— everybody "lighted up," chairs ' were drawn closer, and •looking upon 'the : scene through the haze of tobacco smoke one could scarcely realise that we were thousands of miles 'from anywhere, in the midst of the Pacific. Here were men gathered from the four Quarters of the globe, op posing forces, as "it were, artistically blended by the companionship of a long 'voyage into "one harmonious composi tion. Bearded and bronzed - men who .'; had made '. their, money . from the soil far out— back in the "never-never" land ,of 'Australia— men who had gamely I lived '.: down . many ; a v heart-breaking drought," were "swapping yarns" with delicate looking . Oxford scholars and sons ' of wealthy English / merchants. Sturdy; miners, whose deeply furrowed Auckland %o be at heart ("as my young American table-mate puts it) "a reg-lar crackajack of a fellow and real •white/" The little cliques that stood (separated like the Islands on the map of the Pacific) on the promenade- deck as we left Sydney became as close as the United States two days out. The high-toned lady, who considers so-and so "no class" (and does not keep her opinion to. herself) at the. start of the journey i Is I seen nursing the no-class one's baby before the -vessel has regis tered one day's run across the Pacific Table grumblers, as a rule, are beau tifully silent after about ten hours have elapsed.- There .are some people who live on bread and Jam all the year round, and when they are invited to a wedding adversely criticize the cham pagne. This class of table grumbler Is irrespressible, but gets a bad time from healthy passengers! And no voyage could bring forth more humor than a trip across the Pacific on one of these big liners. . : . . y "They say dat Pritannia rules .dt waves," said a sick Jew the first day out, leaning over the ship's rail. and mournfully anticipating an Internal dis turbance.- "Veil, I vtsh she'd V ruled 'em straight." . The sight of some bright American boys placing an empty whisky bottle and a glass by the deck chair of the sleeping Archbishop is calculated to bring a smile to the most melancholy face, and when the "Johnny" who has been minutely describing his "twenty- eight voyages across the Pacific, don't yer know," and his absolute proof against seasickness, turns pale and sud- dcnly dives below for bis cigar case (as he puts it), the crowd fairly shakes with laughter. v It Is astonishing: how quickly people ret to know one • another aboard ship. Lifelong friendships are bought by the loan of three antl-bllious pills and the giving away of a little bit of corn plaster to f one's cabin mate has not only extracted your friend's corn but the pathetically told story, of his unhappy married life as well. On land you can run up against the ' average man for yean and only exchange a formal word of greeting now and again, but should you meet that man aboard ship and In a weak moment | offer him an apple he almost Immediately tells you the story of the love affair that is slowly but surely breaking his heart, and by. the. evening of .the earn* day you've had several ¦ drinks together and Its oddn-on he has shown you "her" photo and letters, and all he wants In return ls-^rouradrlc©. • ,: : '"I felt drawn toward you from the first, old man. Tours is a face to In spire confldence (here he tells you the amount of his letter of credit or shows you his bankdraft). VOf oours.e. ' 1 wouldn't talk like this to a stranger," he adds. . (You have known him exact ly one day.)V The delights of sightseeing ' are > as naught, compared to the wealth of en joyment to be extracted in u studying our : ever- varying fellow . creatures, and where else can they be studied to such advantage as . aboard / ship, and espe cially on such a delightful voyage as crossing ' the Pacific affords ? THE SAN, FRANCISCO SUNDAY CALL: 15 ACROSS THE PACIFIC ON A "LINER"