Judge — December 27, 1930 — page 26: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE © resume the manufacture of 2.75% beer, it will give employment to three million makin’ it.” and to ten or be Ive millions drinking it!” AUDGING nto Mr. Lawrence Stallings would have us believe t Rockwell Kent (why do we always confuse him with Norman Rockwell, of all people?) is nother Leonardo, we won't hold it inst Mons. Kent. We were sure he a first-rate artist and now we are sure he is a first-rate writer after reading his “No by He still couple of hundred marathon dist to go before living up to Mr. ings’ f In the me probably (if he’s the sort we think him) is trying to live it down. It took about two pages of “N- by E." to prove that Mr. Kent was a fine writer. It is an autobiographic count of a hs o rdous, seemingly mean- ingless trip taken by himself and two other adventurous lunatics to Green- land in a practically open sailing boat. They evidently went intd the pro- posed trip in a mad mood, and know- ing the dangers of the trip, we're surprised they didn’t set out int a As fter Several of thrills that shook them the reader) down to their very boot-bottoms, they are wrecked (safely) in an inlet on the awesome, terrible coast of Greenland. From here on Mr. Kent makes a fine holiday out of his stay with what are evi- dently a high-minded, splendid race, the Eskimos, God's Frozen People. We wish we could convey to you the spirit of Mr. Kent's writing. It is superb and not unlike his drawings, which fill the book generously. There is a gem-like quality to each of the episodes that) make the narrative. Each is like perfect little short story. each has a point in philosophy, in character, in observation, in poetry, in plain drama. One particularly, about the suburbanite who had built their boat and how his wife destroys uth his dreams of attaining the Seas in it, is marvelous, We think it is a Conradian, a Mel- ville touch to the writing that makes it so fine. The way the terror of the sea has been brought out makes one ly afraid and thankful for Bre- mens. Hats off then to that odd anomaly: artist who can write! We-can almost forgive Mr. Stallings Lis enthusiasm, & also offer in the same spirit the book of memoirs by W. cats-Brown, “Lives of a Bengal neer,” having to do mainly with an Indian exposure. Ordinarily the sun comicbooks.com