Life — January 15, 1925 — page 22: what you’re looking at

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LIFE. « : ite_and OF making many books there is apparently no end for E. Phillips Oppenheim. The ink was barely dry on notices of “The Passionate Quest” when “The Inevitable Millionaires” (Little, Brown) was offered for criti- cal consideration. And who would not fall eagerly upon a story with such a title? Certainly nobody with a soul at least one-half of one per cent prophetic I always embark on an Oppenheim i Oy Southerner (to guest): . HAVE zt tale in the expectation of encountering in the first few pages a beautiful woman of foreign appearance sneak- ing down a grand staircase with the most priceless ruby in the Crown col- lection tied up in her handkerchief, or a suave gentleman of equally alien aspect hiding behind a potted palm in a smart hotel until all the diplomats have departed and he can exit with dig- I also has heen chosen nity as well as the dispatches. expect, if the hook ‘Y ” AAANANS 8 N YOU, SAH, THE GUEST CHAMBER OVERLOOKING WHERE THE MINT BED USED TO BE! as a bedtime story, to be taking up the house telephone occasionally fo reassurance from the night man that I am not a lone woman in a world peopled with gun-bearing conspirators That experience does not always bear me out in my suspicion is instanced again by “The Inevitable Millionaires.” which tells of two middl who, after years of thrifty living, tried their best to spend their h extravagantly, with no success. Even their most reckless investments resulted in amazing profits. (It is enough to make the gentle reader, at the first of a fiscal year, burst into uncontrollable sobs.) The younger brother's acquisi- tion of a wife throws a feeble ray of light at the end, and, although it did not occur to Mr. Oppenheim, there is alway y of the other one’s aged brothers COME the possibili buying a newspaper. * ARIPOSA,” by Henry Baerlein (Boni & Liveright), is delight ful. It is the “own story” of a young Spanish dancer who, under the chap cronage of a shrewd arid deliciously vulgar mother, went to London to be sarred in a “the loveliest in the world” by the impre- sario who discovered her in Seville. There is no need to speak of what hefell her, because “Maripe is a cake in which all the honors go te the raisins. One of the latter is the American millior revue woman ire’s success in get- ting $5,000 damages from a railway company for breaking the arms off his copy of the Venus de Milo. Another is Mariposa’s frank avowal that she would not murder Maisie Grantler if the management would rather she didn’t, Some of her political ideas were altered by her new contacts Captain Jennings, for instance, looked strong and serene—as if his people would have Gibra always, and not just temporarily, as the Spanish press kept on repeating. And somehow or other she didn't mind, ariposa” is the charming record of a natural and outspoken young girl, which, were it not for that adjective (Continued on page 32) comicbooks.com