FULL SPEED.

yacht on the big trips so easily at hand finds equal expression in the quieter rivers and bays in the building and management of smaller craft. If one may not take a sea-going sloop off on a deep-sea voyage, one may at least run fast launch, equipped with all the comforts, up the Columbia river or to Astoria and around to Shoalwater Bay. Or one may dally with the fitful breezes of the Upper Willamette amid as fine scenery as any in the world.

To indicate roughly the possibilities discovered by the yachtsman of the Pacific Coast for sport and pleasure, it will be enough to say that from San Diego to the Straits of San Juan de Fuca there are over a thousand miles of coast well lighted, comparatively free from danger, blessed with the steadiest of winds, and only once in a while subject to the violence of a gale. And this whole coast, with the exception of the Southern Oregon coast, has endless bays and river mouths up which one may sail. Then there are the Columbia and Willamette rivers, the thousands of miles of Puget Sound and the lovely inland sea of Alaska.

Does the yachtsman desire to try something more adventurous, he can sail 2200 miles to Honolulu, or cross to Japan, or seek any one of the thousand little known bays and bights on the Western Alaska

coast.

SLIGHT, anemic appearing individual of immature years has been traveling about the country in the guise of the greatest violinist in the world, and as one of the greatest that has ever lived. It is perhaps not too much to say that all who have heard this genius-as genius he undoubtedly is-are invariably disappointed in the violin art as interpreted by him. Yet none will deny that Kubelik is a master of technique. We might even go so far as to say that in this particular branch of the violin art he is, or has been, surpassed by only the great Paganini himself. But to say that he is the greatest violinist in the world today is to belittle the king of musical instruments and to make a necessary means toward an end the chief end in itself. Nor, indeed, is it possible for any one, no matter how gifted, to be "the greatest violinist in the world." No man can compass the whole of the violin art because no man has ever lived who has suffered to the extreme limit of suffering and in a degree which is not possible for other men. No youth, therefore, however much of a genius he may be in executing difficult and intricate technical compositions, can ever attain to the extreme height of musical interpretation that this mystic and dignified little box makes possible. For, above all and through all, the purpose of the violin is to express emotion. Disappointment, failure, hardship, the scorns and rebuffs of the world, an understanding of the uncertainty of life and the seriousness of its problems-these are the essentials in the proper interpretation of the violin art. The young man, therefore, sleek and well fed, and with whom all things are going well, is in no position to attempt to interpret emotion or to grasp and explain the mystic power of the violin. To secure the proper and full interpretation of emotion through the medium of this great instrument one must not only have suffered intensely, but he must at the time of the interpretation be in the proper frame of mind to express to his auditors the intensity and beauty of the feeling which he himself is endeavoring to interpret. The calm, placid face of young Kubelik as he stands before an audience and executes the most difficult technical compositions is in itself sufficient indication that he is not, and never can be, a really great violinist. Indeed, the ragged, uncouth man on the street who, with all his soul, makes this noble instrument sob and wail at life's miseries, is an infinitely greater violinist, though his name will never be known, and his fame will be unsung.

PROF. BRANDER MATTHEWS recently declared that Mark Twain is "the greatest figure in English literature." He might have added that "Huckleberry Finn" is the greatest of Mark Twain's productions, and certainly one of the rarest gems that any literature has ever produced. Professor Matthews also claims that "no man, even in England, can be compared to Mark Twain as a master of the language."