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Sound Workmanship in the New Novel by Mrs. Margaret Deland By Heywood Broun tf&rgaret Poland has done a remark? able piece of work in her novel "The promises of Alice" (Harper's). We are not particularly interested in con? science,:, whether of Now England m elwwhere, but Mrs. Deland ha? con? trived to make us know all the folk so veil in her story that we must applaud her art. The work is distinctly a minia turo. Tho story is told briefly but never carelessly. There is never any haste and never any lack of detail. The brevity is due to the simplicity of the plot and the shrewd compression d away all lion-es The story tolls of a young girl who Is dedicated at birth t.> serve God by doing missionary work in China. When she crows up she decides that she joesn't want to bo n missionary, and ,et she feels bound by her mother's njedge. We need not, and, indeed, I , tell the manner in which ,t-0 ant ntrived to allow lier hero-.1- to ' nd happiness and blessed? ness as well, bui the ending is logical and coi "The of Alice" is an ex? cellent sn I 1 ook about small people. It lacks sweep and breadth to our mind, but it ted by a care and i' drawing that ;; a'i too unusual m 'lie modern American novel. Elizabeth mystery story, ?Th? G ? Mirr ? ?" Gc ; Is de?' j Hick, but it s speed seem? I - us very much a n-.--.tter of wh;p ar !> vpur. Tue story would never raise a gallop on its own account. The trick in t ? p ot has been used too often to be effective except with treat? ment ol .' 3t skill, Miss Jordan does not I ' ?? up to that requirement. In Juliet W Ibor Tompkins's novel, "The Starling" (Bobbs-Merrill), we thou-1"' for i pages or so that ? found a novel of 1 rst rate dis THE OWNER OF THE LAZY D By WiliiafcPatlersoii White ttle feud between : ( rlenn County, - .... : . : ? VV ! i West, and there :? an ? nee o? gun play and ? ? it t story, $1.60 r:et. At All Booksellers k Ce i u Ushers, Boston tinct-ion. The theme is an excellent ! one, for Miss Tompkins tells the tale : of a girl who rebels at tho shut-in life which has been imposed upon her by her father. Her rebellion is handled excellently up to a certain point, but then the author seems disposed to go after the sentimental possibilities of her theme. At this point we lost inter? est. We thought the story should have j been much less sweet. We wanted to i see the Starling fly, not merely flutter. Hendrik Willem Van Loon has fash ; ioned a most attractive book for chil? dren which is called "A Short History of Discovery" (McKay). The book is i illustrated with some fascinating draw? ings by the author, and brightly col , ored ones at that. The author explains in his introduction that he has framed his book with the intention of saying "Hear Children: History is the most fascinating and entertaining and ?in? structive of the arts. It tells us of men of great courage and people who knew how to die for their convictions. It shows us how very difficult it is to achieve anything in this world and how we have to work for everything: we wish to accomplish. And it teaches us that our own little worries are mere trifles compared to the discouragement which other men and women have suffered and have overe?me without assistance from the outside." This seems a sound and useful pur? pose which the book fulfils, and yet we think we will wait a year or so before trying it out on H the Third. He might not know the meaning of "virtuosi" and "subaquatic." Worse than that, he might ask us to tell him what "cos mographer" means. John Galsworthy s "Addresses in America, 1919," may be recommended as, on the whole, a stirring scries of essays. There is a little nonsense ; in it about Anglo-American responsi? bility to enlighten the world, but also much wisdom and sound comment on 1 the coming quest of the world for 1 quality. It is rather a pity that the O. Henry tradition rests so heavily on all Amer 1 ican short story writers. We seldom . pick up a volume of short stories with? out finding that the author feels that every tale must end with a surprise and a punch. The formula is not al? ways successful. In Xrwton A. Fues sle's "Fiesh and Fantasy" (.The Corn hill Company) we found the first story which gives the volume its name a well constructed narrative, but many E the others seemed to us machine made, nor was there much maturity of thought in them. Also, we are not fond of sentimental socialism. The story about the hip financier who is itit 'on the head with something so hard that he sees visions of the misery of the world and therefore introduces prot':t-sharing into his factory as soon as he gets out of the hospital has never seemed convincing to ua. Son Rend y. By "fllli ?$tit __mi__ i (OUR SEA) i elphia Press says: a certain tropical splendor in this book which wraps the lamorous haze . . . the reader seems to rama ol the life of the Spanish sea captain--one of the ares created in fiction for a long time?through tig film of strangely rich and colorful figures ill their attributes of the fantastic they leave the im ol the universally human which makes the characters cre ations not for the moment but for all time. . . . "Mare Nos? trum' seis a new standard . . . one of the few enthralling novels ol a novel-producing year." Marc Nostrum is the only novel written by BlasCO IbailGZ .since the production of his tremendous work The I our Horsemen of the Apocalypse SSS^X?:: E. P. DUTTON & CO, ???iT Fiction?and full of fun, too AFT?R7 THIRTY By Julian Street AutKor of "Abroad at Home,' "American Adventure*," etc. The story of Shelley Wickett, the philanderer, and his out? rageous and delightful love affairs. $1.50. Love, mystery and a play THE GIRL IN THE MIRROR By Elizabeth Jordan Author of "The Wings of Youth," etc. The thrilling and puzzling story of a beautiful girl in a baffling net of intrigue. Set in the New York theatrical world. $1.60. THE BRANDING fT^/'XikT by Katharine sniu,.$i.65nci\ 1 W& I B I^W I at all books*" ) ^t\KJi\ Newlin Burt V HMC0' Enthusiastically endorsed by Rex Beach, Rupert Hughes, Mary Roberts Rinejiart and the leading American critics. BUY IT NOW FOR LABOR-DAY READING Cover Drawing for H. W. Van Loan's "History of Discovery" Was Villon "Yellow"? " Rupert Hughes Defends His Attack On the Character of the French Poet By Rupert Hughes Mr. Richard Desmond objects to my| regrettably inelegant remarle that j Fran?ois Villon, though presumably a ? greater poet than George Sylvester Viereck, wa? "as yellow a dog as ever lived." I was lambasting Mr. Viereck for two apparent assumptions: That he was a very great poet, and that he was, therefore, above the reach of criticism for his personal conduct and his pseudo Americanism. I made a passing jibe at Villon. The remark was incautious, but . I find it hard to be calm when discuss? ing Mr. Viereck. Mr. Desmond approves my criticism of Viereck and sneers at my own liter? ary shortcomings. To defend Villon, however, he hurls a boomerang. He assumes that I based my com? ment "on Stevenson's essay or possibly the fact that Villon was once in jail, a place reserved in Mr. Hughes's mind for German spies, white slavers and food profiteers. ... As an estima? tor of poets and men he is just what the author of 'The Unforgivable Sin' might be expected to be. Please spare us. your readers, any more of his moyen age psychology. "if Mr. Hughes is not too busy turn? ing out pot boilers, he might care to learn the true case of Villon from the essays of De Ver? Stacpoole or John Payne, two men whose clean wind of thought might blow the non-conformed mists of Stevenson and other talented prigs out of his mind." This is really delicious. In the first place, I based my opinion of Villon's character on Villon's own words, which I have been very familiar with for twenty years. When I was taking a post-graduate course at Vale for a Master's degree, I read a grout deal of the literature and the literary history of early French and of what Mr. Des? mond calls "moyen age psychology." I still read it. 1 have always adored Villon as a marvellous poet, a quite miraculous technician who devoted his astounding gifts to exploiting the loathsome caverns of his own outrageous life. Mr. Desmond, by his own showing, know? little of Villon and has forgotten what he knew of Payne. He misquotes the title of my novel, "The Unpardon? able Sin," and evidently knows nothing ; of it; for when he spoke so contemptu ! ously of my opinions of Villon as being ! what might be expected of the authoi i of that book he surely did not know , that it was as veracious a piece o i fiction as I could compose after tin most careful investigation and docu mentation. If Mr. Desmond had taken onr thousandth part of the pains to verity his facts that I did to document my fiction ho would not have quoted for my annihilation John Payne, who con? firms my comment on Villon and multi? plies its vigor. The definitive book on Villon thus far is the huge two-volume work, "Fran?ois Villon, sa Vie et son-Temps,", published in 1913 and written by j Pierre Champion, the pupil and suc-1 cessor of Longnon and the completer of Marcel Schwob's researches. There ; is also a study, just published, by J. M. I Bernard, laureate of the French Acad? emy, "mort pour la France." These allrcpeat the vile things Villon said of himself. Mr. Desmond alone stands ! sponsor for him, but his "clean wind of ? thought" blows through the empty gar- i ret of his own ignorance, not out of j Payne's book, nor across the manure heap of Villon's life. Stacpoole's work I could not secure, but he is, like me, only a novelist, and I am sure that he cannot prevail against history. I doubt that he tried : to. Mr. Desmond has probably forgot- j ton him as utterly as he forgot Payne. ] Furthermore, as Champion says, not ! one fact of importance has come to : light concerning Villon's life since I Longnon published his "Etudes Biog i raphiques" in 1877, the work on which I both Stevenson and Payne based their : essays. In blunt contradiction of Mr. Des I mond and his sneering references to i Stevenson I call attention to the easily ! demonstrable fact that Stevenson i treats Villon with far more sympathy i and mercy than Payne does. Here are a few puffs from Payne's I "clean wind of thought" concerning j Villon: "His companions and ac i quaintances were of the lowest and most disreputable class, and he him I self wasted his youth in riot and de? bauchery and scrupled not to resort to the meanest and most revolting ex? pedients." "His family (with the ex? ception of his mother) utterly and consistently refused to recognize him. Decent people might well be allowed to consider their connection with Master Fran?ois Villon of brawling, wenching, lock-picking and cheating Don't Miss The TIN SOLDIER By Temple Bailey SOth Thousand At all bookstore* $1.50 PENN PUBLISHING CO., Philadelphia notoriety as anything but a desirable one, and history will hardly reproach them." "Events, hardly to be called beyond his own control, caused him to become the wolf that watches for an oppor? tunity of spoiling the fold, rather than the shepherd whose duty it is to guard it." Among his friends" were the "Ab? bess of Port Royal, as shining a light in debauchery as any of his male friends, and ' la petite Mac?e of Or? leans, whom he characterizes as 'tres mauvaise ordure.' " Payne refers to certain of Villon':; cronies as deserving their hangings :'? r "sacrilegious thefts," lock pick i "gambols, the least of which appears to have been rape or highway robbery," counterfeiting, sneak thievery and the spreading of false rumor;. Payne given a good deal of space to the Abbess of Pert Royal, who was unquestionably one of the vilest women in the history of the world. She and Villon imposed themselves for a week on a poor terrorized barber and ate up all his pigs. Payne thinks that Villon pi was presented to a semi-ecclesiastical post, yet this did not prevent him from flinging away his life "in the quagmires of dissipation," "debased desires," "a maze of crime and disaster." Payne tells of his methods of cheating tavern keepers out of wine, and of how he stole fourteen hogsheads from one landlord. Payne describes the unutterably ca 1 dish and whining love affair of Vilb n for Catherine de Vaucelles, who would not have him. He describes and lisl ? his boon companions among women whose profession may be the oldest, but it is certaintly the dirtiest, in the world. Payne describes how or.e of Villon's rivals in love had him stripped ar.d beaten like a pile of laundry; how Villon killed a priest in a brawl over a woman and fled into the country for several months; how he was pardoned and came back to revert to his "habits of criminality." Villon stabbed the priest in the groin and broke his face with a rock, then skipped the town. Villon was concerned in three ugly burglaries; one from a priest, whom he robbed of live or six hundred gold crowns; one a foiled attempt to steal the sacred vessels from a church; one a theft cf five or six hundred gold crowns from the treasury of the college where Villon had studied. He knew how to rob it, because he had been a student there! He and his gang had accomplices, : who made false keys and melted down the holy or other vessels they stole. Surely this is one of the least hand? some forms of theft. Villon organized a gang to rob his , own uncle, a priest. But one of the thugs got drunk and talked too much, : and Villon was arrested, tortured and condemned to the gallows. His sentence was changed to exile, and during this time he probably picked up a living as : a thief in the disguise of a pedler. At other times Villon was a brilliant member of a gang called the "Coquil lards," or "shell-bearers," because they disguised as religious pilgrims and approached their victims holding out the shell with which holy mendicants . solicited alms. This was the shell game gone wrong. Villon was once more arrested, this time for stealing a silver lamp from a church?oh, a sweet thief, with a melting love for religious objects! He was kept in a horrible dungeon, ; where what strength his debaucheries j had left was lost. He was pardoned again, only to lind his goods, little 'as they were, seized by three creditors ? in satisfaction of debts, or, as Payne suggests, of thefts. At thirty Villon was a complete wreck, with no hair, beard or eye? brows, and "every limb one anguish of disease." His subsequent life is un ? known. It is surely evident that Mr. Des ; mond had forgotten his Payne when ! he rebuked Stevenson and me for criticising Villon. Curiously enough, \ though Longnon tried to prove that ? Villon was not necessarily telling the truth when he described how he lived on the earnings" of the street-walker, | la Grosse Margot, Payne will not ?permit even this slight dab of white? wash. He insists that Villon was what j Villon says he was?the yellowest and most loathsome of creatures?a pimp. 1 wonder if Mr..Desmond ever vi-.-.d this "Ballade of ViUon and la grosse I Margot"? It has not been translated into English, so far as I am aware. j Gautier in lire essay says it is impos | sible even to translate it into modern I French, since it is so hideously in? decent and ignoble that it "disgusts you with womankind for two weeks." The poet himself describes how he "rushed the growler" for Margot and her visitors, how gay and drunk they were when Margot earned money, and how, when she didn't, he beat her. I have an old illustration showing the i i A LL-OUT-OF-PRINT-?OOKS" ^^WTUTE ME; can ?et you any book ??or ubilshed on any subject. The mo?t expert ook finder extant. When In England call an4 ?a? my 5*0.?09 rare books. BAK?UV? ?USa? BOOK SHOP. Joba ?rHUt Su W.-ui;n*??-o, : poel beating the prostitute with a club! A clean wind of thought! "That which sanctifies this foul pic? ture." says Gautier, "is the last two lines, sombre and desperate: "Ordure avons, et ordure nous suyt; Nous defuyons l'honneur, et il nous fuyt." There is only one ground for defence of Villon, a'nd that is tha't he lied when he boasted of his infamies. But, in the first place, the records confirm him. in the second place, the man who would brag of such deeds without having committed them is only one step higher or one step lower than the actual knave. Villon had his moments of fierce remorse; hut what human being has not? lie loved his mother and wrote piercingly beautiful lines about her; but what criminal has not wept for the mother whose heart he has always trampled? Villon had moments of the utmost piety, but he could dress as a hoiy pilgrim and, thus disguised, ply the trade of a footpad. He robbed churches again and again. He led? a crowd once to spit in a sanctuary! And in the following brawl he made the quick getaway. His cronies were always getting hanged. He succeeded in dodging the rope. As a man, Villon was not above the level of the sneakingest sneak thief, Becond-story worker, gunman, cadet, poorbox burglar, pickpocket of our time. He killed and ran away; he lived on women and spoke of them with foul disloyalty afterward. He wrote poems in a secret thieves' cant for his f?l lo'.v thieves. Only recently has the cu.io been deciphered. Horace was afraid once, in a battle for his country. Villon was a craven all his life. His attitude toward death is one of unutterable terror. I called him "as yellow a dog as ever lived." ? Mr. Desmond thinks I slandered him. I wonder what Mr. Desmond would call yellow? Just how much would a man have to do in the line of despic? able poltroonery before he would win a rebuke from Mr. Desmond? Or does Mr. Desmond think that a man may do anything vile and be absolved for it if only he describes it cleverly enough? More important still, Villon commit? ted the crime of popularity. He was enormously popular. How can Mr. Desmond forgive him the almost num? berless editions and his immense 1 vogue among the lower classes as well '' as* the idle rich of his time? Let me repeat: For Villon's poetry I have a positive reverence. For his character I have a profound pity, as for that of any other criminal. The viler the criminal the more need he has of pity. But that does not alter his classification. As a writer he is immortal. As a ; man he would be blackballed in any : reputable penitentiary. . -?--=-?--j ' HIGHEST PRICES AND CASH DOWN paid for books. We specially want the 11TH EDITION ENCYCLOPAEDIA BRITANNICA, THOll? & EKON, INC., ? it John St., N. T. 'Phone lS25-*U2f John. Remaking a Mind A Socialist Before And After the War THE REMAKING OP,A MIND. Bv Henry ? Me Man. Charles Scrlbner's Sorm, Now Before the war Henry de Man was a ?Socialist and a leader in the Belgian : Labor party. Immediately upon the ' outbreak of hostilities he enlisted and i serve,) as an officer on the Western ! front, subsequently being dispatched on official missions to the United States: and to Russia. His book, however, is not primarily a description of his mili tary experiences; it is rather a record i o! the psychological effect of the war ? upon his personality and upon his po? litical views. As might be expected, he vigorously takes issue with the Entente Socialists who adopted a defeatist attitude tow? ard the war. Admitting, as a radical, j that the war was a clash of contending : systems of imperialism, he maintains ', thai the German imperialists were far more guilty and incomparably more dangerous than their Entente counter? parts. He finds little moral benefit in war, and discusses the ceneral attitude! of the soldiers whom he commanded with robust pood sense and a refresh ing absence of sentimental crush. While ; he is outspoken in his condemnation of German militarism and of the time? serving German Socialists, his appre- ' ciation of Beethoven and Goethe is un- ; dimmed even in the trenches alone; the ! Yser. Tie manifests a strong: aversion to the familiar type of loud-mouthed , civilian patriot whose ferocious ex- : pressions of hatred for the Hun are not associated with any sense of dan- ? ger and sacrifice. M. do Man was very favorably im- | pressed by America during his short | visit here. He finds the habitual Eu ropean sneer at American materialism quite unjustified, and feels that, in : business efficiency, in idealism and in genuine democracy, the New World is : decidedly superior to the Old. M. de Man's favorable opinion will probably' find an echo in his American readers. His personality, as expressed in his : bo. k, is that of an ingenuous, sensible | and thoroughly likable younir man. W. II. c. Lad: A Dog Appealing Story by Terhune : About a Pet Collie ! LAP): A DOf! By Albert Payson Ter hui Published by E. P. Dutton & C >. If you cannot, lake your dog with you on your vacation you will find "Lad: A Dog" a splendid substitute.; But, perhaps, you may feel less smug; satisfai ? on in your own d^<^ when you come back to him again, after sojourn ing '.' ith this eighty-pound collie, with a mighty coat of mahogany and snow,! and sorrowful brown eyes which pro claimed not only an uncannily wise ! brain but a soul. "Lad: A Dog," by Albert Payson Terhune (E. P. Dutton & Go.), is writ? ten with a simplicity that is finely artistic. It is a canine classic. Its thrills are genuine. Its pathos is keen and never strays across the narrow border into bathos. Its sentiment never slops over into sentimentality. And. above all, its author knows dogs. He knows dogs as it is given to few humans to know them. Vet the un? doubted charm of the tale is due as much to the greatness of Lad himself as to the skill of his biographer's lov? ing hand. Lad, by the way, was a real collie .".? d the chief incidents in his life story are I rue. For sixteen years he was the chum of the Mistress and the Master, and guardian of Sunnybank, their home in the North Jersey hinterland. There is a ring of verity about the narrative which makes needless the author's as? surance that it is true. The book is true. Every dug lover will realize ? , iust as e-, ry dog lover and every ? on dog 'over will respond to its dra? matic and story telling appeal. Assur? edly dog owners will envy Mr. Terhune the years of ray and sad and exciting a . ire-comradeship with the super he describes as "thoroughbred in body and soul.'' If you are of the raritied type that scorns to halt on the street to watch a good d .S tighl then "Lad" is not for . I or there is a fight therein which la litt e short of Homeric. Since "Bob, ; Son of Battle," no other book has de? picted so vividly the soul of a thor? oughbred collie. Since "Black Beauty" ! none has made so stirring a plea for the better treatment of animals. O. 0. M. About a Column Cowboy Dialects From certain remarks that I have noted recently in "About a Column" it would seem to be a good deed in a naughty world to start, for the benefit of the editor, a List of the Ten Best Books in Cowboy Dialect. I will start j the ball rolling with "The Virginian" ; and Alfred Henry Lewis's "Wolfville." j (Let me amend the title of that list, i Make it a List of the Ten Books in the \ Best Cowboy Dialect. Otherwise some , captious critic might suggest that the I best books are not written in cowboy dialect.) As a matter of fact, if you want to ' spar with those who have disagreed with you on this vital subject, you may take, and maintain, the position i that there is no "cowboy dialect" any : more than there is an "American dia lect." In the far Northwest the speech j of the cowpuncher is'tainted with Chi? nook?in the Southwest it is tinctured I with Mexican Spanish. Flsewhere it is plain Anglo-Saxon, frequently show- ; ing traces of the dialect of that part j of the Fast from which the speaker came. Everywhere its principal char- , acteristie is a straightforward earnest- 1 ness and, perhaps-, a trace of rig- : idly repressed ecstacy, as might be ex? pected in the speech of men who en- ? joy life but who are ashamed to appear to gloat over it. One of the best riders I ever knew talked very much like ', the Virginian?and he hadn't read the ! book, either. He punched cows for the VVV outfit, up north of the Black Hills,! in South Dakota, about fifteen years i ago. When he wanted relaxation he j used to play poker in the Green Front : and other temples of frivolity that use** to flourish in Deadwood. I never heard :. any one talk exactly like the charac- ' tors in "Wolfville," though one man I knew came very close to it. He was a retired cowpuncher who had settled down to sheep ranching on the edge of the staked plain. Everything consid? ered, I believe that "Wolfville" con- ; tains the best cowboy dialect, because it shows how a cowboy would and should talk if he only realized what society expected of him. GORDON WILSON. Fifty Books At the risk of adding still further to the perplexity of your prospective library purchaser, I should like to take ' a hand in the fascinating sport of picking out the "fifty best books." I may as well say at the outset that I recognize no law of selection except that of individual preference; conse? quently, if any "standard works" ap? pear in my list they will be there not because of their intrinsic merit, but solely because they happened to appeal to my perverted taste. At the same . time I must confess that I have some sadly heterodox and reactionary ten? dencies. I think Shakespeare wrote better plays than Bernard Shaw, I pre? fer Turgeniev to Leonard Merrick as a literary artist, and I got more honest to-goodness laughs out of Gogol's "Dead Souls" than out of Booth Tark ington's "Penrod." Bui, if I go on in this vein I am likely to be brought up before some extraordinary tribunal of arts and letters and shot as a ce inl t revolutionist, so I will let the list go without further introduction: Homer Iliad; /Eschylus Prome? theus Bound: Sophocles Antigone; Euripides - - Medea; Aristophanes Birds; Job - Ecclesiastes, Psalm-: Shakespeare -Hamlet, Lear, Macb( th, Othello. Dickens -Tale of Two Cities. Thackeray Vanity Fair. Henry Es? mond. Fielding Tom Jones Hardy Tess of the D'Urbervilles, Th.. Mayor of Casterbridge. Gibbon The Decl and Fall of the Roman Empire. G iet e Faust, Iphigenie in Tauris. Nietzsche ?Thus Spake Zarathustra, Beyond Good and Evil. Dostoevsky The Brothers Karamazov. Crime and Pun? ishment. Tolstoy Anna Karenina. Gogol Dead Souls. Turgeniev Fathers and Sons. Virgin Soil, Nob!, a ? Nest. Flaubert Madame Bovary, Sal? ammb?. Balzac Cousin Pons, Gri al Man of the Provinces in Paris. Maeter? linck?Momia Vanna. Ibsen- Wild Duck, Master Builder. Stendhal On Love. Montaigne Essays. Roche I foucauld.Maxims, Oxford Rook of English Verse. Fielding Tom Jones. Mark Twain- Huckleberry Finn. Scott ?Ivanhoe. Stevenson The Wrecker. 'Conrad.Lord Jim. Sienkiewicz With? out Dogma, With Fire and Sword. Mickiewicz?Pan Tadeusz. Barbusse Under Fire. Latzko .Men in War. W. H. C. Fifty More Books About those fifty book?. 1 don't re? member Miss Halo's list, but .-nice it has made some one very mad it was probably an excellent one. The same may be said of Mr. Beer's, for it has certainly made me mad. 1 suspect him of uplift. The thing sounds like the curriculum of a tabloid course in cul? ture, and I expect to see published soon "Beer's Rapid Road to Erudition; or, The Glassies You Should Have Read in Fifty Volumes, De Luxe." Presum? ably, there are public libraries and schools and college courses in litera? ture within flivving distance of even a California homestead, and I should think the fifty books desired for a pri? vate, usable library would be those with which you could live happily on pleasant terms and actually read. I grant Mr. Beer "Zuleika" gladly and "The Bab Ballads" and "The New Arabian Nights" and "Huckleberry Finn" and most of the French stuff, but for ordinary mortals I venture to state that Tacitus and Green and Herodotus, and probably Dante, might just as well be left out. His would be a fine library to gaze upon?the kind that would make you feel very proud and well educated. But for every-day reading, well, why not do it in false backs, with all these eminently worthy titles on the outside and plenty of room behind them to stow away Elinor Glyn and Harold Bell Wright or Boc? caccio and Contes Drolatiques as you may prefer? But I suppose it is indecent to make these acrid remarks without providing a list of my own, so here it is and Mr. Beer may say what he chooses. It may not shed light anywhere, but I would rather live with it than with his. ' The list happens to be made out in a wilderness where I have scarcely ten books and on the Holy Sabbath when libraries in the parts are closed, hence for inaccuracies I pray forgiveness and correction. "Oxford Book of English Verse" (large edition;; "The Round? house" and other poems, by John Mase field ior possibly the collection of Masefield which has recently been made but I have not seen i ; "Bab Ballads," W. S. Gilbert; "Zuleika Dobson," Max Beerbohm; "Treasure Island," R. L. 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