TRAVELLERS' talcs vary from the delicious but totally inaccurate stories of Sir John Mandeville to the informative but arid narratives of so many modern explorers. Mr. Tomlinson is one of the few living writers who can make a true account of travel in the East-in Malayan jungles or Indian seas-as thrilling as a romance. This evening he will talk not of the mysterious seas of the East, but of the triumph of man's occupation of the face of the earth-the towering buildings of New York. from which he has recently returned.