Judge — July 22, 1922 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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A CASH REGISTER Father hears the girls discussing new clothes they need for their summer vacation. When Poets Are on Pleasure Bent (Continued from page 8) a representative lot in this book, “Home- work and Hobbyhorses.” We are struck with the honesty of the poems. They do not moralize; they are from the heart. Consider this one, by Leslie MacAlister, aged twelve years and eleven months: The sand is yellow, The sea is blue; Tf you'll bathe with me I will paddle with you. The clouds are white, The grass is green; And I'll race you up To the bathing machine. The sun is hot, But the waves are cool; I'd much rather bathe Than do lessons in school, Honest little Leslie! This is truth, if it isn’t poetry. rey Monsters 4 la Mode by Lawton Mackall HOP! Another dragon bit the dust. Chop! again, and the lovely maiden’s chains fell asunder, and she was ready to be hoisted to the rumble seat of her rescuer’s champing charger. Such deeds were all in a knight’s work. It was exhilarating, being a hero of romance. The hero of modern realism hesitates at direct action. There are still plenty of ladies fair at the mercy of objectionable monsters, but it would hardly be the thing to rush in and slay these monsters, as the ladies are married to them, and the shackles are less tangible than the old- fashioned iron gruff links. The beast of the present-day novel is her husband. °Tis a situation requiring tact on the hero’s part and 400 pages on the author's. If the hero has read other novels besides the one he is in, he will know that he must wait and the reader must wade, till the final deliverance. Meanwhile he can only sympathize. Though she is bitterly misunderstood, he gets her; if not the first time—some time. It is made plain that the monster is a cad and a swine, in fact, an utter husband; yet the hero must pretend he doesn’t know it. Even she must defend the creature. ‘He may be a confirmed dope fiend and a chronic absentee, but Bertram ismy husband.” Which carries the hope- lessness of it all along splendidly. The passionate problem is: How to get rid of him? It is hard, but love and the last chapter will find a way. In the end will come the telegram from the psycho- pathic sanitarium, of the telephone call announcing that horrible hubby and the shameless other woman have met their just fate in the midnight automobile smash; or the grave doctor will come out of the silent room to bid Sonia: “Be brave. That last wood alcohol stroke has finished him.” Will she be brave? Just watch her! and watch the hero grasp her hand in mute understanding as they look forward into the new life together—that new world aglow with hope and Bertram’s money. Vive (pro tem) Bertram II! That is how the monster is disposed of nowadays: deferred self-destruction. It saves the hero any physical effort and affords the heroine longer opportunity to writhe. But is it as sportsmanlike, as humane as the old-style quick dispatch? Rad A Paradox by Stella V. Kellerman Poo much success brought failure— If brewers had had less They might to-day be brewing In boozy happiness! Carried by unanimous approval