tree bark, and the usual things. I arranged for a room at an inn, and we carried our haul inside so that no one would steal the dusty mass of ugliness. The hotel servants had twisted, sour faces as they helped carry the material. We went together into the furo, a deep bath of hot water, in which we soaked after soaping up and rinsing in the room that contained it. Then, dressed in our kimonos that the innkeeper provided, we had dinner on a little table as we sat on the floor. After drinking rice wine, we retired early, into our smooth futons. I joined him in his bed, when the lights were out. I wondered why it was ever necessary to be furtive.

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There were three nice young men-not counting Shuji, that would make it difficult to comply with the transfer that was sending me to Kyushu in the far south of Japan. I wanted to take the houseboy with me; he now drove the jeep with a jealous passion. But not I, the job, the jeep, or a promise of improved conditions could take him so far away. His family was opposed to it. Shuji volunteered to come along. I'd even have him so deep was my craving for friendship, so grudgingly meted out by my countrymen and so lavishly offered by the casual, loyal Orientals. I told him I would send for him if I found suitable work for him.

The houseboy waited at the station till my train came, and I was carried south into the black night. We would meet again in Tokyo-he, Shuji, and I. Even as I lay in my compartment in the train thinking of my friends, Shuji went through the window of my former houseboy's house and passed out to an associate the several pieces of household goods I had given him. Shuji felt he was the rightful heir.

BOOKS

JUVENTUS

A little more than a year ago ONE received a copy of the first issue of a new French magazine, dedicated, like ONE Magazine, Arcadie, Der Kreis, Mattachine Review, The Ladder, etc., to the interests of the homosexual. Immediately after receiving this first issue ONE published a note about its appearance but was, unfortunately, unable at that time to do more. Now that we are at last able to present a comprehensive account of the birth of this magazine and a review of its contents we must, at the same time, regretfully announce its demise.

On May 1, 1959, there was distributed to a few booksellers in Paris and to a few charter subscribers and

to other interested individuals and agencies the first issue of a young magazine, Juventus, edited by Jean Basile, slanted particularly toward the interests of the younger homosexuals of the world. The magazine carried. the subtitle of "literary review" but it was apparently intended to be much less pretentiously literary, and much less scholarly, than its sister publication, Arcadie. It was to be edited and published by young men (all under twenty-five) and it proclaimed as its watchwords "Youth." "Health," and "Virility." The magazine was to be helpful, provocative, serious, but also, in part at least, fun. This last characteristic would more than any other, I

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