Life — December 31, 1903 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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Triumph. ULIA’S lips exceed in worth Treasuries of golden earth, Chrysoberyl, emerald, Ruby, jacynth, amethyst! Ah, poor fellow, mine the tryst ; Sweet the fibbing lips I kissed ! ° ° ° She was out when Creesus called. A. DE WOLF HOWE'S Boston, the Place and the People is one of the most satisfactory examples of local his- torical review with which we are familiar. Volumes of compressed and desiccated facts and dates we have always with us, but a résumé so swift and yet so leisurely, so illumined by quick imagination and so emphasized by quiet humor, is rare and should be appreciated. (The Macmillan Company. $2.50.) Odd Craftis another of Mr. W. W. Jacobs's widely known and justly popular collections of English waterside character sketches. Since the appearance of Many Cargoes in 1896, we have had, and have enjoyed in « LIFE « varying degrees, almost as many vol- umes of these tales as there have been years, nor do we now see any falling off in Mr. Jacobs's skill. We begin, how- ever, to detect in ourselves incipient symptoms of a surfeit and could wish that he would turn his humor- ous searchlight onto newer scenes, (Charles Scribner's Sons. $1.50.) In Petronilla Heroven, Miss Una L., Silberad’s new novel, the scene of which is ural England, a series of situa- tions in themselves almost flagrantly melodramatic are so quietly controlled by the author's reserve and so indi: vidualized by the objective reality of her characters as to be accepted without protest, while the figure of Petronilla herself should add materially to Miss Silberad’s deservedly growing reputation, (Doubleday, Page and Company. $1.50.) The Red Triangle is a sequel to Arthur Morrison’s earlier tales of Martin Hewitt, Investigator, and con- sists of a battery of six detective sto- ries connected in series. The stories are undeniably good ones, but Hewitt is so un- mistakably a reflection of Sherlock Holmes that one wonders at his revival by Mr. Morrison after the excellent and more 1 work which stands to this author's (L. C. Page and Company, Bos- ton. $1.50.) Mr. E. F. Benson, whose clever novel, The Relentless City, has lately appeared, makes us asecond Fall offering in The Book of Months, a series of twelve chapters full of shimmering humor, light philosophy, sentiment and self-revelation, These are strung together gracefully and with charm- ing informality, and prove, at the last, to combine into something of a love story. The volume is embellished with colored margins typical of the seasons. (Harper and Brothers. $2.50.) Francis Johnson, the author of Famous Assassinations of History, would seem to have hit upon an excellent idea. By substi- tuting historical scandals and horrors for the scare-heads of the yellow press he evidently hopes to administer to an unsuspecting public pellets of medicated sensation. ‘The prescription is carefully compounded, and, it is hoped, will have a salutary effect. (A.C. MeClurg and Company, Chicago.) There are certain to be many to welcome another of Ruth McEnery Stuart's little darky stories, and her George Washington Jones, the tale of a “Christmas gilt that went a-begging,” is daintily worth a wel- come. It is a Christmas story that dances along the banks of sentiment and never tumbles in. (Henry Altemus Company, Philadelphia. $1.00.) J.B. Kerfoot, Settled at Last. WE see im the New York Times that ‘The opposition to vaccination ts based upon a senseless prejudice born of ignorance and fos- tered by fase teachings. And the situation is complicated by a senseless prejudice against lockjaw and some other trifles that are believed to accompany vaccination at times. a ISS PASSE was kissed in a dark hallway the other night.”” “Is that so?" ‘Yes, and there hasn't been a light in her honse since.’’ DESION FOR A NUTCRACKER. comicbooks.com