A happy thought in the formation of the personnel of the Expedition was the inclusion of Frissell, the professional entertainer, who is here shown playing a leading part in the amateur theatricals which it was his delight to organize. The scene chosen for illustration is the famous shipping episode from "The Taming of the Shrew." Reginald Swank, who is no mean dramatic critic, tells us that Frissell's "Petruchio" was a spirited performance, while Snak's "Katharine" rivalled Ada Rehan at her best. The nautical background added a novel touch to the somewhat hackneyed vehicle and it is safe to say that Shakespeare is permanently established among the Klinka and Kryptok tribes. Not content with the success of this production, Frissell plans to bring to Broadway a newly organized company, "The Polar Players." They will appear in repertoire while the B and C companies tour the provinces. The Winter Garden has already been engaged for the venture, Al Jolson obligingly shifting to the Metropolitan Opera House. Tickets for the première of this interesting novelty, which is set for November 1st, may be had by application to any of the well known speculators. Mr. Frissell has already shown photographs of some of his best scenes to prominent professional critics. A few sample opinions may be of interest. George Jean Nathan: "Foreign and therefore good." Heywood Broun: "Lacking in background; we like it." Al Woods: "Niftik." Dorothy Parker: "I hate actors, but these people are different." Frederick O'Brien: "Taupo aloha che." The Literary Digest: "Better than the average and more average than the best." David Belasco: "All to the spot-light." Bernard Shaw: "They go further back than Methusaleh." [Illustration: Something New in Dramatics] I suddenly found myself sitting bolt upright, straining my ears through the lightness. What was it? What uncanny influence had snatched me bodily out of the depths of stupor? All about me lay my companions. I counted them dazedly. Triplett, Sausalito, Swank,--yes, they were all there, not one missing. "It was nothing" I thought, and stretched myself, preparatory to replacing my aching head in its original position. And then my hair literally rose on that same head and a creeping chill crept up my spine. Close at hand, just back of me, rose a soft, exquisite, purling sound, the sound of a woman's laughter! Whirling about I caught a fleeting glimpse of her. It was just a flash. She was peering over the edge of the cairn. The instant my eyes met hers I knew that I had seen the most beautiful woman in the world! Leaping silently to my feet, for I did not wish to waken my comrades, I raced toward the cairn. As I rounded the curve I heard again that silvery laughter, spiced, I thought, with a note of mockery. "One second, my beauty!" I muttered, "and I shall have you!" Remember, I had been for months in the solitudes. My blood pounded in my temples.