He Says!

"Unthinkable"

To hand, a communications New York on the subject cr> Van Campen—signed “Subi < who may be a Briar cliff Siam NY Stockbroker(Blank bein indication that no one on this of the Pacific can interpret particular word —the letter zsl written).

Our Unknown says: I think that was a delifj letter from Mr. Van Campenoi 155 of August PIM, and I’ml of you for printing it althob am afraid that your editorial ment took him much too sen and in the wrong way.

What he tried to say, I was that the social and eco climate of America seems to b that a person can achieve j much what he wants. That S the Americans are such enc folk. I’m not sure that thisjc and economic climate is anl can monopoly; nor is it p< but it seems like a giant ia the right direction.

If America and Britain shot; come estranged—which toM unthinkable —it won’t be for thing Van Campen said . . . so?

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worships to set aside the harsh ges you have laid on him.

Iwhich (if it were not so terribly gnified) we'd feel inclined to I, in the vernacular, “Yeah?” tiiis date our New York Stock er (or whatever) perhaps does think the breach as unthink as he did; and that we were iright prophetic in our August trial comment. It is interesting )te that our NY friend wrote his I on October 25 —or as he put 0/25156. In our quaint Anglo nial fashion we write that date 1/56. There is probably a moral I somewhere.

•action for a

rary Heathen

[ have been taken to task for erary lapse in August PIM, I in an editorial note to Mr. les Brown, Jr’s, story, “ The hen of Bora Bora,” we said [London wrote a novel called

heathen.

[Brown says: The Heathen was [novel —and I did not say that is. It is a short story. You ind it in London’s volume en \ South Sea Tales. All of these [were built on material that eked up as he sailed the Snark gh the South Seas. In general, Adventures described in them that had befallen people in real life.”

Brown goes on to say that he I no one is going to write to to tell him that he does not ;what he is talking about. [hope so, too; if you have any ry recriminations to make, ss them to:

The Editor, Pim.

Reward of the

stry Pioneer

e Brown River timber area i up for disposal by tender this I, and I am watching proceed with much interest,” wrote in sawmill-owner Tom Flower, menace in his pen. is is the lease they took from Jars ago. I found it in 1945, I applied for it, and paid my ation fee, and the first year’s ■ But they would have none -they don’t like pioneers here s. Fifteen months later they id me back my money, and that they would call tenders has taken them just ten years tke up their minds to caU for rs. fas told years ago, by Forests

ctor Me Adam that, as the dis rer and original applicant, I d have some priority. But I c I know who is going to get lease—a concern a lot bigger wealthier than mine. there is any funny business I at least be able to expose the I have my facts all lined up.”