Life — October 18, 1923 — page 39: what you’re looking at

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Life and Letters (Continued from page 22) jer, along with other novels about lish theatrical life, why all such ants do not give up after the first rounds of the agents and take hoplifting. The plot's “conflict” ween Moreby and the heroine's ind, and its object is her inter- nd affection. The tw fectly ripping fight, the hich is thrilling, and d t toa woman writer. T g wins the skirm o back to their husbands in the run. engage in to G. ete. The r is reported to know Mr. Shaw rally, The only see were an and the nut- pyrotechnical as being exceed- Moreby's similarity far be it from me, and I do not. s 1 could mical angularity x habit. More) ks struck me tiresome for the most part. It ther difficult, at the same time, igine Bernard Shaw as the life \ party. ie “EGYPT ~" y CUNARD. The new S.S.“TUSCANIA” of the CUNARD and ANCHOR LINES sails from New York February 16th, arriving in Egypt at the height of the season and offering a travel oppor- tunity rare, fascinating, and full | of appeal: UPERB panorama en route; ports A * of call include Madeira, Gibraltar, Algiers, Monte Carlo, Naples, Athens, Haifa, Alexandria— returning via Naples and Monaco and arriving in New York April 2nd. A NEW steamer, unsurpassed in con- * struction, equipped with every modern feature forpassenger comfort; an oil-burner—eliminating coaling at the various ports. The traditional world-renowned Cunard service and cuisine. Optional shore excursions, well-planned and interesting. Choice of One-way or Round-trip | Bookings — the complete Round-trip constituting a consummate CRUISE—TOUR to the MEDITERRANEAN, Most attractive, as to points visited—as totimerequired—astoexpenseinvolved. Eull information on. request. Apply promptly, CUNARD ann ANCHOR o STEAM SHIP LINES i 25 Broadway ' ranches dey New York or Br and Agencies \ RICHMOND STRAIGHT CUT for Twen ty —— a I suppose a novelist must make eventual capital of whatever mate- rial stirs him strongly, but it is a great disappointment to me, out with my drum for Edith Whar- ton, that she should have fallen back upon the war for her latest book. The substance of “A Son at the Front” (Scribner) is summarized in its title and, as it has been running serially in its publishers’ magazine, is probably familiar to most of you. Of course, if we are to keep on reading about war-time Paris for the rest of our lives, I much prefér that Mrs. Wharton and others of her standard should write such books for us, rather than returned soldiers with whom reminiscence gets the better of tech- nique. But I sincerely hope that she got it out of her system in “A Son always at the Front,” and from now on I shall watch with great eagerness for a title that is more typical of her. “Tue Encnantep Garpen,” by Henry James Forman (Little, Brown), begins so well that it is almost unbearable when it deserts its promise. In the first place, the title is charming. In the second, there is one of Housman’s poems on the fly leaf. In the third, the foreword states that the seeret behind the ap- pearances of life’is woman, and that if the author had a son, the blessing he would give him would be: “Heaven defend you in the women you meet!” After all that, it’s a little poor to have it dwindle down to a boy and a girl on a South Sea Island. Diana Warwick. comicbooks.com CIGARETTES ~=—