Judge — August 2, 1930 — page 23: what you’re looking at

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“EBOOKS pulsions by deans. Nowadays they pay men for doing it! It’s beyond us. Yor may be tempted to toss “Paul Robeson, Negro,” aside durin perusal for there are stretches in it that are what the flappers call “too utterly naive.” It was written by his wi id she treats him with an en- veloping maternity, the while holding him up to the light for all to inspect: faults and good points. The naiveté enters in her unashamed repetition of home se nd conversations, which often have little to do with the case, aside from the fact they point out some good or bad quality of hubby. She has a tendency, too, to glorify him. She undoubtedly has some claims to this right, however, for Robeson, to our mind, is pretty nearly not only the complete Negro, but he is pretty nearly the complete man. Mrs. Robeson’s discussion of Harlem and the Negro’s relations with the whites is purely provocative, in the voleanic manner, I": too bad Henry Williamson's “Patriot's Progress” has appe in these days when war books have be- come as common as murder myster Still, anything by Mr. Williamson c: not be entire esting, such are his terrifically great qualities as a writer. And so : comes a book which tells of the emo- tions of a man under fire—sensitive, humorous, simple fellow, one who swallows war's horrors as they come yet never becomes a part of war, or understands what it’s all about. The climactic battle of the book, when this John Bullock loses a leg, really be- longs to the deathless part of war literature. Couette’s “Mitsou” is tendered you with complete respect as a little story that might fit in with the love stories of all time. Flavored Gallic to the core, it tells a heart throbber of life in which a little cho- rine, having been kept by a Man of Means, finds a troubling but real pas- sion in a dashing lieutenant. In the hands of a hack this story might be- come as misshapen and hackneyed as a cruller, but Colette, whose only un- derstanding is of the heart-encoiled, has made it a warm-hearted, delicate and clever thing. back-stag —Terp Suane JUDGE aniTead por zasta “Ah, just in time; I’m an ad solicitor—now have you tried the classi- fied section of the ‘Morning Telegraph’?” 21 d comicbooks.com