Judge — August 25, 1923 — page 27: what you’re looking at

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HAVE NEVER eloped with n’s wife, an capade” (‘Thomas courages me from At any rate, it has do clope, to avoid South America as a and farmhouses), have either years of exile, began to collect refuge. The authoress of “The learned stoicism or accepted nature as all sorts of strange pets, and the story House” calls this new book natural, and don’t feel inclined to write closes with a wild, fantastic, and to one autobiography.” Just: what that word a book about it. But means, L cannot say. Is it) rotie girl of twenty a warning to apply a grain of salt? By capade”), wa at its face “creative taking the tal to learn: thi wife did not approve. to have him jailed under the Mann act. Accordingly he and South America, where biologists have ivelyn Scott's latest boc ‘al Seltzer elyn Scott, at the of twenty, eloped with a biologist: whose by Walter Prichard Eaton 1, alas! a re Brazilian toilet f: vin in countries (or boarded at) New persuaded me, if I according to * having her first clopement, to have id her first taste of the exile. It the poor in a la d, all at the same time. i ulue, we seem her first bal * primitive li dirty, tropic | and who threaten velyn fled to plenty of opportunity for observation realistic details in her book. After all, sensual, but none for employment. So he got a job as bookkeeper for a sewing machine 27 NC Incidentally, the biologist. was” evi- concern, and then { X dently a brick, and stuek to the poor began a truly terrific Vol » girl through thick and thin—mostly existence for the un- f YQ thin. And it was darned lucky for her fortunate pair, a * he did. battle with poverty, ° 4 hugs, snakes, ver- Srrance, how this glory of war stuff min, childbirth, J persists!) The ardent hundred per- inefficient surgery, center who wrote the blurb on the jacket pain illness. Caught there by the War. and not daring to reveal — themselves, they could get no. passports back to America, even if they could have raised the passage money. An experi- ment in homestead- ing in azil was even more tragically doomed to failure and misery than the experiments of city- br U steading in our arid Northwest. If all this really is auto- biography, and not merely “creative.” Ivelyn Scott's style and strangeness is explicable, even excusable, scapade” will probably cause Professor Stuart P. Sherman several un- happy hours, and enable him to write another i article attacking the new — generation. s at hor There is nothing reverential about Evelyn; there is no- thing even reticent. Occasionally this of gold of “Tom carries his optimism altogether too far!” “That bird can see the silver lining to a cloud of mos- quitoes.” 25 DON'T ELOPE TO BRAZIL ities, and loses no than Professor Sh opportunity to describe the matter at It might be interesting to h such an adventure. length. Some of us who have alicnist clyn, a neu- reader at beautiful. ‘Throv Boyd (Charles the author has “plunged through the nightmare of fear, horror, and privation to bring up into the light) the beaten leads her into rather curious paradoxes, if she gets the effect she was after, some as when she balks at the publicity of | of us are less pre would toward the end of her least, neurotic, the spirit © to question the means. rman is. say to unintelligible dream, or vision, said on the jacket of the volume written out during the a question whether she wasn't close to the verge of mental dis- order, and small wond We haven't any doubt that it was un- of illness following child it, and we have less doubt that totally unaccustomed toil and privations. sreates the atmosphere of torturing It is'a strange, unbalanced, disturbing antness by the crude, unreticent, book, astonishingly vivid, sensuous and and yet at times Whei Serib r what apade.”” ter her years virth and her by Thomas which has passed through the test. by fire.” Is that so? Maybe this blurb writer got his wires crossed and thought he was writing about a novel by Willa Cather. Unfortun- ately, however, his Dlurb is printed on the jacket of a book by ‘Thomas Boyd who fought with the Marines at Soissons. And Hicks, the lead- ing figure of “Through the Whe: becomes. morc do more an automaton as the fight goes on, till the tale ends with these words: “No longer did anything matter, — neither the bayonets, the bullets, the barbed wire, the dead, nor the living. The soul of Hicks was numb.” Behold, ladies and gentlemen, “the beaten gold of the (Cont'd on page 30) comicbooks.com