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Page 8 what has the appearance of being a large "sitting room" such as you might hope to find in any large private country home. This is no lobby; it is too homelike; its great granite fireplace with the open hearth, surrounded by comfortable lounges and inviting wicker chairs, welcomes you with the crackle of burning logs. Soft rugs are on the floor; log beams run across the ceiling; a huge stuffed bear rears menacingly on its hind legs; a deer head is over the mantle-piece; a rustic staircase, marvellously created from the natural twists and curves of the forest, goes upward and out of sight. The electric fixtures, fashioned rather in the shape of oldfashioned lanterns from amber glass, held in yellow cedar frames, hang here and there. A cuckoo clock speaks cheerily from a corner and soft music from the large gramophone floats in from the dining-room. The tables and chairs are of Filipino mahogany and the shining table tops have no cloth to hide their lustre. Passing on through the dining-room, we enter the ballroom. Here there is no ceiling and you can gaze up past the huge log rafters to the peak of the roof with its hand-made "shakes". The polished hardwood floor invites you. It is an interesting blending of rusticity and metropolit-anism. Some splendid specimens of big game heads adorn the walls. The design of the Chalet has been characterized as British Columbia architecture, not modelled specially after the mode of any other place on earth but combining various features appropriate to an institution with such a purpose and setting as this one has. The chains that hold the curtains back will catch your eye before you have been in the Chalet long. They are carved of wood and you discover that each chain is made from one piece of wood. The genesis of these chains lies back in a Swedish home. The Chalet has numerous little touches that set it apart from the common run of hostels. As you mount the staircase with its fantastic curlicues to the second floor, you find the top of the newel post carved into a likeness of a squirrel. A Haida Indian mask glares stonily from the wall. Dark red oak leaves from South Carolina make a handsome spectacle in the lounge. Emblematic of the place, a grouse is reproduced on the crockery and stationery of the Chal et and it is to be seen also done charmingly in the shades of the bedroom lamps. You v/ill sleep cosily in the Chalet for the building is adequately heated by low-pressure steam generated by automatic oil burners. Running water, both hot and cold, is another city comfort secured up here on the mountain. The water comes from Blue Grouse Lake near the Chalet and fills a thousand gallon tank that sits on a log trestle, which is called upon to support sixty tons when the tank is full. The Chalet is pre-eminently a friendly place. To go there is like dropping into a friend's home. The women guests exclaim over the various fittings which fall naturally within their ken; the men take an interest in the way the cypress logs are fitted together without the use of nails. There is ample parking space for the cars which are visiting Grouse Mountain in huge numbers. Only recently, a party of Bellingham folk motored up from the American city one evening, spent an enjoyable time at the Chalet and drove home again the same night. Spacious picnic grounds adjoin the Chalet. Let it be understood that if you wish to take your own meal in the picnic grounds, you are entirely welcome to inspect the unique construction of the Chalet, in fact, courteous attendants will be only too glad to shov; you over the entire building."