diamond stud pin. He knew all about Mr. Beck's where- abouts and reassured me in a rich brogue that we would pick him up at Tulagi when we got there. Passed down Windmill Street by the Hit or Miss Hotel, The Hero of Waterloo Hotel, turned into Play Fair Alley, and pulled up in front of the Bells, a sailor's tavern. From here one gets a very picturesque vista of the man-o'-war's man's never never land. Tumbling into ruins, carved with initials, defaced by profane limericks, and here and there drawn and painted with reproductions of the nude female, this district has a charm all to itself. It is never all vile, and for the most part as attempts have been made to tidy up its wretched walls into something beautiful one may see, if one cares to see those kind of things, a fine episode of the great chapter of the spirit against the flesh. Tuesday, August 23rd. (Sydney). After having become apathetic to the city, whose walls stare out at me boasting of their lack of interest and entertainment for Americans, I took up their challenge and uncovered the Bjeck Peterson School of Physical Culture. It is another place that the H. R. H. ballyhoo has established its fatal aurora, that gentleman having visited it in search of a game of squash racquets when he was in Sydney. There is a picture of him with the two brothers Peterson with an enclosed clipping of his speech of thanks and praise. The place is most decidedly not good. It is designed for medical readjustment and has not a sparkle