Richmond daily palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1876-1904, 1895-07-06
WHAT WE ARE DOING.


about man in London to-day, and he
will bid fair to be the most talked about
man in America if he continues to write
the playfully sarcastic articles to the
Critic which appeared not long since
under "Men, Women Il Books" The
Men and Books were not NJ all in eyi-
dence in this diatribe, ~ Mr.. Zsngx will
devoted most of his caustic brilliancy to
the complete annihilation of the Women
who write him Letters, and these
| Women he says, torsooth, are from
across the seas, in America in short,
where they send him eulogies of himself
to his American publishers which
arrive insufficiently stamped to say
| nothing of omission to enclose stamps in
asking tor an autograph, which Mr.. L.
u. says right there they never get He
then proceeds to pay dubious compli-
| ments to our government concerning
| the artistic appearance OF our stamps,
and bemoans and bewails himself that
he should be SO GREAT PARSONAGE as
to be thus persecuted-and Oh, how
frightfully we geniuses are bored by the
vulgar creatures who read our books,l
Mr.. Z,ngwill was only . brief space ago
one OF my deepest and proioundest
sdmirations, but my feelings are at
present not SO unmixed rs they were
then. However, despite these filings
at the adorable sex (to which
am indebted for some of my most
delightfully."- miserable moments). l still
think "The Master" will be read long
after Sherlock Holmes, A Gentleman
of France, The Stickit Minister, and
other gentlemen of their ilk have sunk
so deep into obscurity as to be unres-
cuable. 1t is the record OF bitter,
cruel, heart-rending, despairing strug
gle with fate. One of the sort of stories
that makes . week of heavenly sunshiny
days seem neutral tinted, chill. 1t is
lite and literature. Why Gf 1 may be
allowed to interrogate the great Nun
sey's Msgszine) does not Mr.. Zangwill |
appear in the recent account OF Eng
lands group of popular" writers? Why |
do we not behold him in that familiar |
attitude Of hand in pocket and head |
tilted gazing sardonically at the Women
who write him Letters rapturously ador-
ing his pictured features on the pages
of the before mentioned magazine?
Why isn't he there, say, instead OF
that abominable prig Weyman, or wishy
washy Watson whose pictures ought to
stay on the other side where they be-
long. Who cares for Watson when
Zangwill can be had! Who cares for
Watson anyway! Zangwill is q genius
and easily leads this "group" in which
he does not appear. l adore you Mr..
Zangwill. But nevertheless think you
are horrid. You know very well you
gloat over those insult ciently stamped
letters, you would feel very much injur-
ed if you didn't get them, and doubt
less regard yourself as a mighty clever,
Ill around fascinating GREAT MAN,
md l fancy you have . little carved
(little did [ say-pardon, nol!l Z
# vast proportionsD, like the Poet in /.
he most charming of Monsieur Bal
ac's novels, wherein repose. mid ccEs-to
,osite perfumes alt tbcse tributes to :
our destinations. But be carefuls
beware of any frivolity of irony in your
to American Literary
] Journals, for you are coming to Amer
ca to exploit yourself and line your
pockets with that interesting necessity
the Silver Dollar do you belong to
the Bi metallic League bye-the-bye)l |
Use csution, before taking SO to speak,
for maybe the Women who write you
Letters will turn against you, will boy
colt you, and then where will you be
sat" Because its the Women over
here who 20 to Lectures. they make or
mar regulations in the States, they do
just rs they please, and no Man dare
thwsrt them. | know all about it.
I'm q man myself. and | have all OF the
foregoing from Inside Information and
Responsible Persons.
Mr.. Zangwill may be the most talked
of man but Mr.. Anthony Hope is the
most read English author, edition after |
edition rolling from the presses and
yet the great public calls for more"
like-pray forgive me-like O-v-rl
Tw-st. In thes days of rampant prob
ings and disse ctings it is . sign OF such
old fogyism and back numberism that |
fear the finger of contempt should
spell out that name in full; and strange,
passing strange, is truth, tor only last
week was it related to me that q young
man, college bred, clever, amiable, was
Just beginning to read D-k-ns, as up
to that period his mother had prohib
tied the writings of this monster of
wickedness, who would have corrupted
the morals of her dear boyi
Dear old ladyln Her boy,
now emancipated, is reveling among
new acquaintances which he even finds,
to his intense disappointment, trihe
dull. This tale seems well nigh in
credible, and can only be sccounted tor
| from q long continued residence in .
rural ghborhood, Puritanic con-
science, and firm observance of the
Fifth Commandment. All, could she
see her boy nowl He is lying on the
geeen swara. On his lett are piled
high many oolored paper backs-The
Superfluous Woman, The Woman Who
Did. Esther Waters, The Heavenly
Twins, che is determined to be able to
converse on defunct and current itera-
ture,) fanked by sundry nameles Dau-
diets and naughty Dumases, the Yellow