Life, 1915-05-20 · page 25 of 44
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—— ‘ym int “OH, MOTHER, FRITZ HAS WON THE IRON CROSS *y he gives us his impressions with the entomological frankness of a bug man discussing bugs. HE ant hill of the world's settled opinions has had the top kicked off, and all the little artists and philoso- Phers and theologians are running fran- tically about with their pet eggs in their arms. Some call theirs isms; and some call theirs antis. But helterskelte: will do as a generic term for the tion, which is a bit confusing to look at, but delightfully lively while it lasts. Here are two literary experiments that belong to it. James Oppenheim’s “ The Beloved” (Huebsch, $1.25) is an at- “ET PoE ~ | RRLICH! HE M HAVE KILLED A FINE y! A DOZEN SOLDIERS?” “NO THREE WERE NURSES. A BOMB ON A HOSPITAL.” tempt to fuse the stark realism of a little slum love story, and the passionately lyric spirit of a song of youth's awaken- ing, into a glowing synthesis of prose- poetry. The book contains passages of truth-to-youth that are really fine in their unaffected simplicity. Also rhap- sodic interludes of achieved beauty. But as a fusion the thing fails, when all is said, to coalesce; the fire fails to burn out the dross. HE other—a little volume of fifty pages, divided into twenty-seven chapters—is called “The Book of the Serpent” Sherman, French Company, | } i WA or.” HE DROPPED $1.00). It is by Katharine Tt reports some casual con- which took place the Creative Evolutionary workshop about the time Adam was being tween the Turtle, the Grasshopper, the Serpent and the Divine Potterer, It is lovely in its wording. It is childlike in its apparent inconsequence. It has an elfish humor. But its real hold on one is this: that while one is forever on the point of dismissing it as a piece of mere tom-fooling, one is forever catch- ing sight of eternal wisdom pecking out at one between the lines. J. B. Kerfoot. Boston, Howard versations, in mixed, be- comicbooks.com