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Show Lights of New York ?r?mbull The Explorers club has moved Into its new quarters on Central Park West The walls of these big rooms, with their rough plaster and beamed ceilings, enclose as many records of adventure and as much of the spirit of romance as any enclosure on this spinning globe. Here you meet men who have sailed the seven seas, traveled trav-eled the five continents. They know places, which to the rest of us are just names, as well as we know the block on which we live, or our own front yard. In cabinets along the walls are souvenirs of the trail breakers, the pioneers. A rifle, perhaps; a sextant; a diary ; a ship's log. And In cases stand shoulder to shoulder the books they have written, testimony of trial and hardship, of victory wrested from the forces of nature, of knowledge gained through courage or plodding and persistent toll. But there Is no hardship here; only companionship and tales of strange places and peoples mixed with comment com-ment on New York politics and current novels and Broadway plays. And above the hum of talk or the sound of laughter, you may hear the shrill whistling of the African parrot or a rustling of a newspaper, as some man who may have come from 6,000 miles and a year away searches for the excitement ex-citement to be found in the account of a boxing match or a football game. It's a great place, this Explorers club. A couple of young men decided that it would be fun to go fishing. They hired a small boat with an engine in It, went off the coast and ran Into a school of fish. - They caught so many that the boat was full of them. When they got ashore, they tried to give most of the fish to the boat's owner, but he was not In the fish business and demanded that they get them out of his boat. He did consent to get them some gunny sacks. These they filled with fish and then the question of transportation arose. No taxi man could be found who was willing to carry the load. They didn't think It right to waste so much potential food, so they finally hired a man who came by driving a small truck. Then the question was where to go from there. One of them had an idea. He told the driver to proceed to the nearest police station and, having hav-ing arrived, dragged one of the bags' Inside. The sergeant at the desk was highly suspicious. He smelled something. some-thing. "What have you got In that sack 7" he demanded harshly. "Fish." said the young man. "Get them out of here," ordered the sergeant. "But I want to give them away," pleaded the young man. The sergeant didn't want any part of them, but he rinally called up some institutions and found an orphans' home which consented con-sented to receive a present. It Is to be hoped the orphans liked fish. . 1332. Bell Syndicate. WNU Service. |