35 who had to shoot seven times to hit a target in front of general which they could hit first shot at any other time. He showed us all over the Maloja, a 20,000 ton P & O liner, pointed out his stateroom de luxe, told us a few more remarkable tales and then bowed a very grand farewell. He lives in Cornwall. If you should ever come to Cornwall don't fail to look us up- and all that sort of thing. The great Australasian confetti custom asserted itself again as the Maloja pulled out on her journey to Melbourne, Adelaide, Fremantle, Ceylon, Suez, Marseilles, and London. Confetti was hurled all over everything, and the usual heartstricken throng, bearing up under their crocodile tears, collected at the end of the pier and waved and waved and waved until the boat, with husband or wife, or daughter, or son, or grandmother, or what- ever or whoever it was, faded out of sight down the harbour. Hannibal went to the dentist while I wandered into the art museum, known as the National Art Gallery, and supported by the Government of New South Wales. Here was indeed a surprise; it is a really remarkable gallery. There are many fine Australian water colors, a number of famous oils painted by members of the Royal British Academy and bought from English owners, and a full and what must be a very representative assortment of Austral- ian paintings. I spent three highly worth while hours there.