Dan thumbed on through the pages of emphatic print, stopped at a double-page spread labeled, _A Few Do's and Don'ts_. * All of us want to make a GO of relocation. So--let's remember the Uranium Rule: Don't Do It! The Other Guy May Be Bigger! * Remember the Other Fellow's Taboos! What to you might be merely a wholesome picnic or mating bee may offend others. What some are used to doing in groups, others consider a solitary activity. Most taboos have to do with eating, sex, elimination or gods; so remember look before you sit down, lie down, squat down or kneel down! * Ladies With Beards Please Note: Friend husband may be on the crew clearing clogged drains--so watch that shedding in the lavatories, eh, girls? And you fellas, too! Sure, good grooming pays--but groom each other out in the open, okay? * * * * * * NOTE: There has been some agitation for separate but equal facilities. Now, honestly, folks; is that in the spirit of Center No. 23? Males and females _will continue to use the same johns_ as always. No sexual chauvinism will be tolerated. * * * * * * A Word To The Kiddies! No brachiating will be permitted in the Social Center area. After all, a lot of the Dads sleep up there. There are plenty of other trees! * * * * * * Daintiness Pays! In these more-active-than-ever days, Personal Effluvium can get away from us almost before we notice. And that hearty scent may not be as satisfying to others as it is to ourselves! So remember, fellas: watch that P. E.! (Lye soap, eau de Cologne, flea powder and other beauty aids available at supply shed!) Dan tossed the book aside. There were worse things than solitude. It looked like a pretty nice world--and it was all his. The entire North American continent, all of South America, Europe, Asia, Africa--the works. He could cut down trees, build a hut, furnish it. There'd be hunting--he could make a bow and arrows--and the skins would do to make clothes. He could start a little farming, fish the streams, sun bathe--all the things he'd never had time to do back home. It wouldn't be so bad. And eventually Dzhackoon would arrange for his release. It might be just the kind of vacation-- "Ah Dan, my boy!" a bass voice boomed. Dan jumped and spun around. Blote's immense face blinked at him from the Portal. There was a large green bruise over one eye. He wagged a finger reproachfully. "That was a dirty trick, Dan. My former employees were somewhat disgruntled, I'm sorry to say. But we'd best be off now. There's no time to waste." "How did you get here?" Dan demanded.