Judge — September 4, 1920 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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BE TWEE N by Hew tas Potoren Holding the Reins on a Triple Mount By Benjamin De Casseres Lady Godica’s On Mount Father's name Valiant. Mother's name Fairy Queen. He traced his ancestry back to the Pyramids. which that row of cobblestone tenements that stands out in the desert where the Tenants’ League of Egypt opened fire on old) mar Pharaoh's Dispossess Squad. Valor pulled the first’ ston wn from Cairo that became the ement floor the Pyramid on which he was working Later, after croaking several times. he turned up as Pe over Peg, as you know, was the poets’ hobby-horse at Parnassus. h was the Luna Park IS name is Valor is ast 1 Greece in these wild days of Athens. Valor winks several incarnat Horse,” by L. B. Yates; G. H. De memoirs, for he is at heart a pacifist pony an upin several dirty scraps during the Middle shame in his gentle heart But Valor whinnies right up and lets his ego fly en his karma got started in F nd. Hist! ard sh-h-h-h! Valor was the very white horse on which Lady Godiva rode when Peeping Tom had his right lamp doused. Do you blame Valor for writing a book telling us all who he is, what he thinks of the poor stable trash they put him in with at Belmont Park, New Orleans and Havana This book wins by a full neck ns (“* Nutchiography of a Race an Company) in his cantering Lhe was mixed Ages which put Meenie Wouldn't Frivol ABHOR an author who pulls you by the sleeve in every cha ter and says. ‘* Aha! Aha! 1 told you so!” or grabs you b: apel of the car shouting into your “Dardanella” rec And that’s what'll happen to 3 "e you don’t: minc ways!’ Leonard Merrick doesn’t belong to that school of writers. He puts his characters into a plot or a series of situations, tells his story, and when he is finished puts his puppets back in his magic box, folds up his plot like a used tablecloth, and says, “If you don’t like the thing, blame Life. I’m only a reporter Thank you very kindly for your attention.” That’s an artist— and Merrick is a cabinet-size one. “When Love Flies Out 0’ the Window” (E. P. Dutton & Company) is his latest. It is Merrick in the world he knows best—the world of the st All his novels are built around literary men and The: of the earth. [say this because | have bee: the delightful scamps in that bohemiar world Meenie was lured from L nto Paris by the m fi of a woman who pretended to be a frend. Meenie was a singer When she gets there she finds her job is in a pretty low-dov café. She is ordered to put on short skirts. But there frivol or double sextette complex in Meenie’s make-up goes broke. That old rounder, Temptation, gets on the ‘phone You know what 4 girl, broke, in nst? She is dd through love, which may sound like old stufl. But it’s the way Merrick has of telling this story that makes Goods Flint Rubber to Bullseve Fron ® N ORE LIGHT!” cried Goethe as he turned to the wall 4 and went to that undiscovered country from which, we hope. no landlord will ever return You the great poet died before the Wizard of the Oranges had got on the job. If his house had been wired h: would have had so much light in his roem that his relatives around the bed would have been able to read the will hidden under the mattress. In that full glare instead of ** More light!” he would probably have yelled “Get the hook!” Mr. Luckiesh, however, in his book, ‘Artificial Light: Its Influence on Civilization” (The Century Co.), has done the job much better than I could have, although T lived wholly by arti ficial light for thirty years, holding the sun to be an enemy of sleep, pleasure. night and high jinks. Mr. Luckiesh’s book ought to be dedicated to these sun-haters, whose tircless efforts to put Old Sol on the blink he has traced from the earliest tlint- rubbers down to the latest experiments in turning night into day without doing away with night The author, however, skips the influence of artificial light in promoting efficiency ll forms of the Higher Burglary. What a dreadful and pre us time the burglars of grandma's time must have had without his little electric bullseye. without his handbook to all the wall push-buttons in his assigned neighborhood, thrown back. as he must have been, on the treacherous bluehead match! Does the tric light make for greater any honest cop will tell you that secord-story men always do their biggest jobs next door to the best lighted pelice see. ety today? Why,