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A Knight of the Critical Pen 4 by Walter Prichard Eaton | r | NHE Letters of mes Gibbons that. We had nothing to do with the came the floods of ineffable darkness and { | Huneker” (Charles Scribner's Sons) printing. Anoth ineffable riches.” area final revelation of the most pie- book is full of We cannot help remembering Tristram turesque figure American criticism has Rocky and Cascade Mountains, Shandy"s mother. ever produced. In a land where the Fred H. Wiser. Another D. HL. Le ok is *Phan- critical attitude is professorial, and re- didn’t take ‘em, merely held his tasia of the Unconscious” (‘Thomas Selt- ers want to put rything into plate cases. But we are a bit puffed up zer). In spite of the preface which neatly labeled pigconholes, Huneker for over the one photograph we did take— ned off all mere commonplace. re- thirty years or more an ardent, sensi- the only poor one in the book, We were viewers like ourself, and in spite of the { tive impressionist, who wrote about musi balanced neatly on the brink of eternity fact that it was evidently some sort of | plays, books, pictures, and the men who at the time, roped to four other semi- Freudian philosophy, we read this volume, make them, pouring out his enthusiastic lunatics on the great western snowfield of — too. + point seemed to be, that women appreciation in the columns of news- Mount Jefferson in Oregon. It was our live for feeling—sex, while men live for worked and underpaid, yet first Alpine climb, our initiation into purpose, just a bit more than for sex. witty, always sensi- the grandest sport in the world. Of Men need both for satisfaction, for ful- f ays hu- course, we were scared pink, really. But fillment of life, but they must never let antand helpful. Jimmie we don’t admit that in the be sex get the upper hand, Keep the females e vie papers, 0} aly tive as a boy man, kindly, t Huneker was admired by his readers, but in their proper sphere. Woman's place is he was loved by his friends—and he had A NOTHER reason why we like ourown — the home. hosts of them, © Some of these letters will 2M hook is because we can understand So this is modernism! We are bewil- definitely show you why. He had a it. We have a sneaking, old-fashioned — de Somchow, we seem to have heard marvelous gift of sympathy, and not a fondness for understanding what we read. it all, far off and long ago. ‘There is no drop of envious blood in his whole system. That is why we can’t get so excited over doubt of our unfitness ne With the ] He was always ready to help all y the works of D. Hl. Lawrence as our good problems of modern literature. ‘ craftsmen, not with fatherly advice, not friend John M In the ne 1. | with platitudes, but with a shre lection of his crit pers (The Critical THERE 4 smiling understanding, which made the Game * Boni and Liveright) Macy links k Book,” compiled by youngsters feel that he was one of th 's with those of Hardy and = MaeSheridan (George H. Doran Co.). American journalism suffered a great) Meredith. We'd rather read John Macy's Scores and scores of well-known men have | loss when Jim Huneker died. It lost a reviews than those of almost any other written out, for this book, their favorite critic who was as entertaining as any American critic, but we “t quite see recipes. It ni could be illus! popular column conductor, as well ine Lawrence in. this Olympian company. with photographs of the table all s formed as any encyclopedia, and so gifted the Obscure” sed us to throy six guests, with two majol a literary artist that he couldn't help at our roommate's head because he sitting ona filet lace runner, on either side writing well in even the most casual whistled while we were reading it, and of the asparagus tops and delphinium letters. It will be long before we look then we took a two-day tramp by ourself centerpiece, with dainty upon his like again. to get the book out of our system. Of patties nestled on each plate. Ne course, we were somewhat younger then a book of things to eat. We couldn't HE first time a man wins a golf cup, —twenty-three years younger, to be pre- read it all, we got so hungry. But the he brings it home and puts it proudly cise—but it is doubtful if even then D. H, table of contents gave us a couple of in the middle of the living-room mantel, Lawrence’s “Women in Love” would smiles. Oliver Herford writes (seriously, as if it were something beautiful. The have driven us to throw a poker at our too) on Fried Elderberry Blossoms, Oh, he IRE, let us turn to tenth cup is one more piece of silver that roommate. Oliver, how can you? ‘There's so much » with, It's It might, perhaps, have caused us to better use to put them to! And F. Zieg- You subscribe — throw one at our best girl. with a lack of humor almost sub- I ipping bureau when your first one “Women in Love” has been reissued lime, presents his recipe for Little Chicken ! comes out, and a misplaced comma on by Thomas Seltzer, at a reasonable price, Tarts. Charlie Chaplin presents steak { pie. Fooled you, ch? You page 116 dangerously raises your blood and we have just been reading it, we blush ud. Irvin Cobb admits he pressure, You chuck the tenth one on a to confess for the first time. Frank vacant shelf—if you've g int shelf, what John Macy calls its gorgeous lyric can't give the recipes for his two f j and the only error you'd notice would be cism strikes our commonplace mind as dishes, but he can tell what the dishes are. + a misplaced figure on the royalty state- hysterical eroticism. Wedon'tbelievethat ‘To wit: ment. Imagine our own surprise, then, normal men and women make such swoon- First. Hog jowl and turnip greens- style. upon’ perusing with pleasure and pride ing mysteries of sex. ‘The lady is stroking Paduc: Another helping of the same. line Camps” (W. A. Wilde and Co.), the gentleman, as they sit in the parlor: Seconc h is our—well, w lust count, but And now, behold, from the smitten there’s a preface by old Bob more than the tenth of the man’s body, from the strange It’s a perfect g before meat. One reason we were pleased is hecause marvelous flanks a thighs, deeper, Give this book to your wife for Christ- the book is well printed. No v. in further in mystery than the phallic source, — mas. 19 Comichooks fe}