South Seas Fiction.

What the Public Buy.

Letter to the Editor, Replying (with your kind permission) to the letter from Captain Dashwood, in the issue of September 20— “What is really wanted,” he asks, '“from writers of South Sea fiction or semi-fiction?”

The answer lies in the hands of the reading public.

As regards myself (since your cor respondent has chosen to import per sonalities into the matter) the public has replied by buying, reading, and generously praising, thirty-four books of mine dealing in various manners with the South Seas, where I have lived for nearly thirty years.

It may be a question, with writers less fortunate than I have been, what the public ought to want. What they do want is plain enough; it is what, they buy and liberally pay for.

Captain Dashwood’s personal rude ness to myself I prefer to pass over.

I am, etc.,

Beatrice Grimshaw.

“Devara,”

Pt. Moresby, Papua, 4/10/1933.

The small Pox Moth aeroplane, one of the Guinea Airways, Ltd. fleet, suf fered a slight mishap on Bulwa aero drome on the Morobe goldfield, New Guinea, in October. The engine failed while the machine was over the gold field, but the pilot brought the machine down very skilfully. There was a crash, which considerably damaged the aeroplane, but the pilot and his two passengers were not hurt.

The bride and bridegroom leaving the Church.

Left: Miss Myrtle Nicholls, chief bridesmaid.

Right: Mr. Geo. Hill (of the Condominium Treasury), best man. —Photo. by “Forbes Famous Flashlight Fotos.”