... Mpfegr SATURDAY^AFTERNOON. BY RAY CARR. BENEATH the fierce sun of an early afternoon the port of Padang drowsed. It was a Saturday afternoon. But this afternoon the office of Oakley and Company was still occupied by old Frank Oakley himself and his solitary assistant, Standish. Oakley, a stout and ageing man, sat at his desk waiting for Standish to leave. Why the deuce could not the youngster ...

... pjjpjpP^I THE COLONEL/S=GAMB1T7==[^ By MAL SHUMARD. THERE is one more? The Colonel scanned the list of prisoners and eyed his assistant questioningly. Yes, Sir. They are bringing him over under special guard. The Colonel got up from the mass of reports before him and walked wearily to the rear of the tent. A lull in firing added relief to the moment's relaxation, and he took a small chess ...

... By KAY DAVIES. I LEFT my things on the table, and as no one was attending to my wants, I strolled round to try and find a hat for myself, my own being rather passé. There were two assistants, but their attention was not for me. They were busy talking in a far corner, so, after trying to catch the eye of one or the other of them, I set off on my own peregrinations. The hats were quite dreadful. ...

... f^p^L__vTcKY's vision.- By HAROLD BALDWIN. SOME may claim a cultivated taste for music or literature, or any other art; but it is the art of eating which the Websters have studied and cherished-- at least, ever since they became our next- door neighbours seven years ago, and I have no doubt long before that. Before the war their larder was always loaded with the richest, most delicious ...