The Montgomery advertiser. [volume] (Montgomery, Ala.) 1885-1982, 1904-06-05
NEW BOOK NEWS
CONDUCTED BY MARTHA YOUNG

The Gates Of Silence with Interludes
OF Song: We are jealous of every gate
of silence that would shut out one note
of songs, like these. OF all modern
poets, Robert Loveman is truest and
best. Such simplicity of manner car
rying such weight and loneliness of
meter Is nowhere to be found except in
these sheaves of verse that the young
Hebrew poet gathers There are no
mannerisms, no quaintness of versifi-
cation. The melody is as natural and
inimitable as that that comes from the
silver-grey throat of a hooking bird.
Clearly the mellow songs rippled about
our appreciation, clear, melodious,
simple and natural as the tinkle of sill
yer notes of a woodland waterfalls
melody as mighty as natural, as ever
lasting as simple. The quality of these
songs is utterly without artificiality in
this age Of completely; how inspiring.
how invigorating to find such work
done. The delicacy of them, the fine
ness, the restraint of them. the per-
feet bounty of them, is marvellous.
No philosopher has thought deeper.
no poet has sung clearer notes, no
dreamer has brought back more subtle
fancies out of the unseen, than has this
verse maker of Alabama
His lyrics are the most perfect of our
day.
1 quote the beginning of this song
sequence.
The races rise and fall,
The nations come and go,
Time tenderly doth cover all
With violets and snow.
The mortal tide moves on
To some immortal shore,
Past purple peaks of dssk and dawn,
Into the evermore
II
/ could not see till was blind,
Then color, music, light,
Came floating down on every wind
And MONDAY was at night.
] could not feel till was dead;
Then through the mold and wet
A rose breathed softly overhead
heard violet.
One by one, the gods we know
Weary of our trust,
One by one the prophets go
Dreaming to the dust
All the cobweb creeds of men
Varnish into air;
Leaving nothing, save "when?"
Nothing, save a "Where?'
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From the starry track
Never a man comes back:
OF future veal or woe
Never a man doth know.
Nor you, nor l. nor he
Can solve the mystery;
Come let us boldly press
On to the fathomless.
Gates of Silence with Interludes of
Song by Robert Loveman. The Knick-
erbocker Press, 81 and 20 w. 2srd. New
York. Price 800.
Golf for Women. by Genevieve Heck
er MRS. Charles T. stout).-Mrs Stout
was National Woman Champion in
1901-02 and 1923. She did not COM
pete in 10000. She was champion
of Women's Metropolitan Association
in 10000 and 1901-o2. No one has
batter right than she, therefore, to
speak the authoritative word on Golf
Tor Women. That she thoroughly loves
the links is shown in her quotation Of
what she calls zone of the greatest say
ings in the world" that of an old
ScotchmanI Never, my boys, allow
business to interfere with golf" That
imperial America intends to grasp at
once all good things that the older
acquire, OF nave acquired, by
slow degree Mrs. Stout assures US thus:
"A beginner was anxiously inquiring of
how long it took man to become a
great golfer. Well said the old fell
low slowly. If your father and your
grandfather and his father before him
were successful good golfers, and you
began as little child. by the time you
were grown up you should play pretty
fair"
But Americans-that is. those north
OF Mason and Dixon's line, haven't
much regard for Inheritance in skill at
golf or anything else. Every man and
woman rises and hews out his or her
own life, and some fine hewing is done
in all lines of endeavor.
Mrs. Stout declares that a champion
need be neither especially tall nor short,
nor even unusually muscular ;all depends
on acquiring certain style" and she
proceeds to tell how this may be ac-
quired.
Mrs. Stout, like the truly great in all
lines, does not forget the paths she
trod to greatness, and she leads even