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Southern Star, v. 1, issue 4, December 1941
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Munsey Panorama SOUTHERN STAR Page 27 eling of the love-stuff is absolutely indiscriminate. Now, if all the action were as good as that business in the grotto of the crabs, or that scene where the water god himself writes Egyptian in fingers of swirling red mist -- but it isn't. Or if all the persons were as nice as Tesda, the little priestess- but they aren't. And I'm irritated beyond all reason. I wish to hell somebody'd written this story! [[underline]]THE SIGNIFICANCE OF THE HIGH "D"[[end underline]], by J. U. Giesy and Junius B.Smith. Serial, 3 parts, Mar. 9, 1912. A lesson in chirography, with a little hypnotism on the side. Semi Dual solves the mystery of the forged check. [[underline]]THE VANISHING CUBES[[end underline]], the Crittenden Marriott. Novelette, 36pp, April 6, 1912. Just to keep the record straight. The cubes were condensed motor fuel, the like of which no one has invented to this day; and there were other cubes that exploded most violently. A good 'un -- but you wouldn't like it. [[underline]]THE APE AT THE HELM[[end underline]], by Patrick Gallagher. Serial, 4 parts, April 6,1912. The editor billed this as "a combination of Edgar Allen Poe, Clark Russell, and Robert Louis Stevenson." The dialogue is much like that of [[underline]]Treasure Island[[end underline]], and the author, though he lacks polish, does a nice job of bringing the South Pacific into your living room. The crew of the barkentine [[underline]]Esther Ann[[end underline]] were worried. The mate was dead, and the kipper, Bob King, was not taking them on the course for which they had signed. They demanded a mate, and the skipper promised them one. On a volcanic isle the new mate was picked up -- a creature half man, half ape, as large as a gorilla, but in appearance more like an o-rang. The reader is told nothing of the origin of "Mister Chim" save for the statement that he bears some resemblance to skipper King. Chim reveals himself to be intelligent, courageous, kindly-disposed, and a master navigator. He understands the English language, but issues his orders to the men through a Malay interpreter. His character, which is in many respects more admirable than those of the captain and crew, is probably not duplicated in fiction. This ape is a hero, an' ye may lay to that. [[underline]]THE WHITE WATERFALL[[end underline]], by James Francis Dwyer. Serial, 4 parts, April 13, 1912. By the author of [[underline]]The golden Octopus[[end underline]] and [[underline]]The city of the Unseen.[[end underline]] That, for oldtime collectors, like dopey me, is enough said. More modern readers of [[underline]]Blue Book[[end underline]] will get the idea. Here is the very essence of romance (Webster's No. 2 definition). Here is a swashbuckling, hell-bending saga of the South Sea islands, wherein the mightiness and the mysticism of the ageless past are pushed to the foreground and sink you with their prodigious weight. Don't take my word for it. Book publishers are supposed to know what is and what ain't, and they reprinted this tale so often I forgot to keep count. The P. P. said it was Adventure, and included it in a set of adventure classics. it is primarily Adventure, but there are things here, M. Fantasy Fan -- there are things here that will make you glad you read it. If anything makes you sorry you read it, you are a stranger to me. When Jack Verslun, mate of the [[underline]]Waif[[end underline]], heard the Maori sing: ". . . That's the way to heaven out of Black Fernando's hell," he knew things were going to come his way iin a rush; and they did, laddie.
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Munsey Panorama SOUTHERN STAR Page 27 eling of the love-stuff is absolutely indiscriminate. Now, if all the action were as good as that business in the grotto of the crabs, or that scene where the water god himself writes Egyptian in fingers of swirling red mist -- but it isn't. Or if all the persons were as nice as Tesda, the little priestess- but they aren't. And I'm irritated beyond all reason. I wish to hell somebody'd written this story! [[underline]]THE SIGNIFICANCE OF THE HIGH "D"[[end underline]], by J. U. Giesy and Junius B.Smith. Serial, 3 parts, Mar. 9, 1912. A lesson in chirography, with a little hypnotism on the side. Semi Dual solves the mystery of the forged check. [[underline]]THE VANISHING CUBES[[end underline]], the Crittenden Marriott. Novelette, 36pp, April 6, 1912. Just to keep the record straight. The cubes were condensed motor fuel, the like of which no one has invented to this day; and there were other cubes that exploded most violently. A good 'un -- but you wouldn't like it. [[underline]]THE APE AT THE HELM[[end underline]], by Patrick Gallagher. Serial, 4 parts, April 6,1912. The editor billed this as "a combination of Edgar Allen Poe, Clark Russell, and Robert Louis Stevenson." The dialogue is much like that of [[underline]]Treasure Island[[end underline]], and the author, though he lacks polish, does a nice job of bringing the South Pacific into your living room. The crew of the barkentine [[underline]]Esther Ann[[end underline]] were worried. The mate was dead, and the kipper, Bob King, was not taking them on the course for which they had signed. They demanded a mate, and the skipper promised them one. On a volcanic isle the new mate was picked up -- a creature half man, half ape, as large as a gorilla, but in appearance more like an o-rang. The reader is told nothing of the origin of "Mister Chim" save for the statement that he bears some resemblance to skipper King. Chim reveals himself to be intelligent, courageous, kindly-disposed, and a master navigator. He understands the English language, but issues his orders to the men through a Malay interpreter. His character, which is in many respects more admirable than those of the captain and crew, is probably not duplicated in fiction. This ape is a hero, an' ye may lay to that. [[underline]]THE WHITE WATERFALL[[end underline]], by James Francis Dwyer. Serial, 4 parts, April 13, 1912. By the author of [[underline]]The golden Octopus[[end underline]] and [[underline]]The city of the Unseen.[[end underline]] That, for oldtime collectors, like dopey me, is enough said. More modern readers of [[underline]]Blue Book[[end underline]] will get the idea. Here is the very essence of romance (Webster's No. 2 definition). Here is a swashbuckling, hell-bending saga of the South Sea islands, wherein the mightiness and the mysticism of the ageless past are pushed to the foreground and sink you with their prodigious weight. Don't take my word for it. Book publishers are supposed to know what is and what ain't, and they reprinted this tale so often I forgot to keep count. The P. P. said it was Adventure, and included it in a set of adventure classics. it is primarily Adventure, but there are things here, M. Fantasy Fan -- there are things here that will make you glad you read it. If anything makes you sorry you read it, you are a stranger to me. When Jack Verslun, mate of the [[underline]]Waif[[end underline]], heard the Maori sing: ". . . That's the way to heaven out of Black Fernando's hell," he knew things were going to come his way iin a rush; and they did, laddie.
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