Judge — August 23, 1930 — page 28: what you’re looking at

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ome at night... When evening comes, and your body is tired and your nerves are frayed, it’s a real comfort to get back to your Statlerroom and yourowneasy chair where you can relax wit a book from the Statler library. In addition, you have your own private bath — radio re- ception —a_ luxurious bed with a soft, inner-spring hair mattress and a bed-head lamp —full length mirror — cir- culating ice water — and, in the morning, a newspaper under your door. You can be sure of these comforts in e¢ Statler — and sure, also, of service by employees who are ¢rained, courteous and helpful — of fair, fixed rates posted in every room — and your satisfaction guaranteed. HOTELS STATLER BOSTON DETROIT BUFFALO ST.LOUIS CLEVELAND NEW YORK ore! Pennsyhania\ AUDGING“ BOOKS Roseer Coates’ The Outlaw Years” is a sweet book and his. tory as we like it. As a matter of fact, it is history as it ought to be taught in | the public schools and colleges: his- | this too will bec tory with a punch, Mr. Coates does not make it a ter of dates, dull heroes and duller events. He makes a story out of it, It reads on, but is more exciting than recounting tall deeds” that would sound improbable in the wood- pulp n against an actual background. The dates. heroes and events are there, but muscled far in the rear where they can't come out and be bo: Thus Mr. Coates tells his story lawless frontier days of the 1800's along the Natchez Trac thru the horrid deeds of the promi- nent rogues, murderers, pirates, ban- dits and Al Capones of the times. Their actions are bloody, loud and brut: rser men lived since Attila, Yet brutal and crude « these no-goods were, their qualit seem but those of the law-abiding. le- gitimate settlers of the day written detec like fic fiction, zines, set Never have ¢ large. For it was an of rough- hess oy and glorified, dainty romance as the ane- mic, stupid or fake h have you believe. compare with Mme. “Great Meadow” approxim: the same times and people. One is a ssar girl's vacuous, pin-neat glori ition, the other a thing of smells, es and death-rattles ay heads ¢ wrenched off. Take your pick, boys! torians would pod book to recent y about tene is a new and cheaper edition of Frank Harris’ “Life of Oscar Wilde” out and it still stands as the best biography of the Great Pansy of All Times, The cult of Wild ever, seems to be fast disapy the last word in culture, daringness of speech and immorality. We have ab- sorbed most of his ideas and incorpo- rated his brilliant squibs into every- thought. The story of homosexu- ality remains as a tasty tid-bit for the morons to snicker over, but in time me an accepted, medicinal commonplace. Wilde will always remain as an important figure in literature and probably the most self-indulgent man who ever lived— even more so than Nero, because he literature to acts. Incidentally tis has added the Full.and Final Confession of Lord Alfred Douglas to the piece (a confusing thing which contains but one line of actual * fession”). The rest is a long self- justification which includes all the libel suits that Doug’ followed up Wilde’s death with to clear his (own) how- ing as 26 damaged name, He sounds like an un- rasant fellow, and his troubles with -m to be a piece of pure femi us hus nine spite as practised by sies. Shaw's postword is’ still a cool summing up of Wilde and easily the best part of the ext pus junk with which Harris garnishes the book, T tie week's froth. or hammock read ing. if you will (we haven't seen i hammock — sine+ 00-400 eves over a nded victim back in Fool There Was’—but let it go) in cludes two excellent pieces of amiable imbecility. One. Bellamy Partridge’s “A Pretty. Pickle.” is “unashamedly fashioned after Wodehouse. contain ing a Wodel Wodehouse brainlessness of purpose and Wodehouse scenes. The other. Erie Hateh’s “Romance Preseribed.” is just about what its title sounds like Written ahter, it im thor thru a tivities to prove living is better se cast of characters. -only not quite sos: with intent of er menses « hot series of le to him that than boot: lore. AY Tru one of them there books written with a kind of a disregard for the Engalish langwidge as she is spoke by perfessers and eddicated folks in the big cities and is written kind of like this with a lope and a swing like cow- boys have when they air ridin’ around in the big clean West into the settin’ | erbout the life of hombre who wears a nd was brung up ona nd was suckled by coyotes and ered he wanted to | artist So he rode around anges and become a cowboy and done all the things cowboys done and got a soul riding out where it’s clean and big and even went to Hollywood. In the in-between times he l'arned to drore a mighty likeness of a bronk and a stee an’ by some- one met him who didint know no better and got Will James to set down what he knew and sore, and so Will done it and filled the writing in with pitchers he drew hisself. Well, his books all went big with city folks who like writing writ like this, and Will goes on and on like this writing senti- mental like, and there don’t seem no ending to the stuff he pours out and nobody to stop him. Well, you can’t blame the honest feller—he’s gettin’ a lot of money for his stuff, people like it and it's easy to write. Try it your- self—but don’t send it on tous to read. We're yawnin’, —Teo Suane James’ “Lone Cowboy” is sun. It tells Will the comicbooks.com