Judge — July 1936 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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HINT TO WIVES WITH TENDER NOSES I he won't clean his pipe and give up that coal-gas tobacco, clip this ad and lay it beside his easy chair along with a pack of pipe cleaners and a tin of Sir Walter Raleigh. Tis thus many a loving wife has freed her home from tobacco far too strong and odorous for this sensitive world. Sir Walter Raleigh is a fascinating blend of extra-mild and extra-fragrant Ken- tucky Burleys. Smoked in a well-kept briar, it makes the air clearer and sweeter,and your curtains stay fresher. It’s your movel [SIR WALTER | | RALEIGH FREE bookiet tefls how to make your old pipe taste better, eweet- how to break in a new pipe. Write for copy today. Brown & Williamson Tobacco Corporation. Louisville, Kentucky. Dept. B-67 Judging the Books F THE new proletariat literature is going to be as sheerly terrific as | Andre Malraux's “Days of Wrath,” let's man the barricades, men, and_ seize | Hearst. We may not free man eco- nomically but we'll free the novel. Con- fected with the wellknown French economy applied to words, “Days of | Wrath” is a short schnitzlerian novel written with the steady, competent burst of a machine gun in the hands of a skilled sharpshooter. It concerns one Krassner, professional Sovietist. who |while undergrounding Hitlerland, falls afoul of the Nazis, gets flung i a dark dungeon, slugged brutally by his adistic jailers and saved f death when the “real” Krassner confesses. Krassner never learns who has sacrificed himself for him, but it is a party mem- ber who puts principle above individ- uality. Krassner accepts the sacrifie for he, too, has work to do. The shoc of this lofty act hits you like a thrown Queen Mz What Liberty Leaguer would sacrifice himself for his fello' man? The word powerful, worn coin that it is, applies perfectly to “Days jot Wrath.” Mek on the side of in om apitalistic or prac- things, we regret we cannot review Mr. Mencken's new ance of his “American Languag ems that that fine old firm of dis- tinguished Scotch publishers, Alfred A. Knopf, cannot see eye to eye with us into ‘dishing us a review copy. Curiously we were all ready to pin a few gardenias all over Mr. Mencken's effort, because we'd read and liked the first edition. But Mr. Knopf felt he couldn't spare this depart- ment a copy if only for overnight perusal, so we had to spend the night on the Bowery drowning our sorrows in salami sandwiches dedicated to Mr. Knopf, and beer dedicated to Mr. Menk, the while getting a load of the American Language from the original sources. Among our gleanings we find such curious expressions as “Stuff it.” j“Nerts!" and “Ya know whatcha can | do witit.” Ever hear of ‘em. Alf? | HARI MORGAN can write rings around any living person coining emotions in English today. He writes like a Macauley with hair on his chest. His front is perfect, his prose | flawless, his philosophy well-digested, ‘his every comma curves in unison with those of the muses. He can even spread his wings and rise to mysticism or also screen the lovely form of sex in non- | offensive two dollar words, There is no doubt his “Fountain” sold 250,000 copies because of these qualities plus his canny bility to bring out the hurt anglophile at least 250,000 of us. But there is doubt if Morgan is very fireballish, Mr. Morgan gives us a large sleepy feeling. Screened behind his perfection there is the soul of a conservative British cabinet minister of culture with a gift for self-anal In other words, he’s an intellectual stuffed shirt. So “Sparkenbroke,” Mr. Morgan's follow- up to “The Fountai is just barrage of verbiage concealing h bracket British dullness. “Sparken- broke.” the hero, is really the hurt Byron in Mr. Morgan recoiling in magnificent prose from sorer spots of the modern world and who of us have the time or inclination to be hurt Byrons? Lots of Helen Hokinson Ladies Light Nip & Novel Appreciation Societies will eat it up, and appreciate England and the Finer Things all the more for Sparken- broke’s cultured sexual finagling around. Rather the modern directness — of Krassner of “Days of Wrath” than the peawater Oxford Hamleting of the re- pressed self-conscious Sparkenbroke. sis. O THE innocent and unsophisti- cated who do not know that con- sistency is the virtue of small minds, “Surplus Prophets,” a little thin book ‘that fits in the side pocket will bring a chuckle to New Deal boosters, and other Democrats. The book shows the prog- ress, or if you please, the retrogression of great minds. For there is no consist- ency in the attitudes of Herbert (Hu- manized Hoover, Al (Raskob) Smith, Alf Landon, Willie Hearst. Jay Pee Morgan and the other stuffed Liberty League 1.0000 batters, The utterances such, then and today, printed side by side, seem to hold a violent debate with ther selves. The book resembles a raspberry kibitzer of the present scene and while you're waiting to read it you can work out what advocate of “Buy American’ gets his major raw material from ue rope; who proposes that marriage should be limited to those who can afford an automobile; what Liberty Leaguer was ch. d_ with a monopoly of wild ducks; what opponent of the New Dealers has called them both Tories and Communists? The answers will all be found in the book, cidentally should profits itself. tho it be, minutes. which in- show some. surplus Excellent and amusing it can be skimmed in twenty Tep SHANE. . July, 1936, othce, 404 N. 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