The daily sentinel., 1908-06-09

the genus male and the genus female
for all they were worth, and he shows
no sign of letting up. AS long as
man steals, cheats and enslaves, wo-
man will remain what she is. 1t is
a great waste of time in trying to
make a man bigger by making wo
man smaller. Fools are to be found
in all parties, sects and cliques.
Men never write books like Three
Weeks" says the Fra. "It is a wo
mans book written for woman. Men
sin and forget it, but women live
their sins in dreams and wallow in
the muck of their mind. The man
who wrote this has hid in his cosmos
touch of leprosy, which all the
perfumes of Arabia cannot wash out
His home is in East Aurora, but his
soul lives in an alley. Men write
books like Three Weeks" and they
do some thing worse: they publish
and sell them to make money, and
| thus prostitute whatever soul they
have at the shrine of the dollar.
"Men sin and forget it."(?) Not on
your life. Read your Oscar Wilde"
thou sanity Fra. 1t was his Tragedy
to drink to the dregs the bitter comic
draught of experience and to realize,
in infinite wretchedness, and isola-
ton, the truth of George Eliots' die
tum that consequences are Implying.
In his own words, 81 forgot that ev-
cry little action of the common-day
makes or unmakes character. and
that therefore what one has done in
the secret chamber one has some day
to cry aloud on the house top
Men do not finger their feelings
nor refine vice" Have you forgotten
dear Fra the fashionable London
scandals of few years ago? Or the
recent New York frivolities among
the genus mae?" Haven't you
heard refined CD gentlemen relate
stories of their youth? OF course
you have. You cite Hall Caine. Maui
pasant. Dumas, Zola and Thomas
Hardy whose writings "are all in the
line of nature What kind of ma
ture? Hardys Judd the Obscure"
in its sickening details, is an everlast-
ing stencil. Some of Zola's writings
smell to high heaven. George
Moore's recent book. Memoirs of
MY Dead Life is idle, purient, eau
tious, refined and artificial. The
title should read Memoirs of Mis-
spent Life AS for the other writer's
quoted, the less said the better Hub
bard in his latest outbreak reminds
one of libertines who have turned
saints. and rogues who have become
religious.
There exists no more reason for
book critics than for stewed prune
critics. All man may say of a
book he may say of boarding house
hash. He likes 1t or he doesn't like
it, and there you are.
Hubbard's last book, white Hya-
ciuths.' Is open tot the same objec-
tion as Three Weeks 1t is wise OIL
silly. moral or immoral-all depends
on the viewpoint The Fra's early
domestic life was just "a little shady
the memory of t should make hin
modest He first met the present
Mrs. Hubbard at the Cambridge sum
mer school; he spent three months
there. The critic would be quite
justified in substituting for White
Hyacinths' this title. Three Months
at Cambridge or How Found Ny
Own" The book by the way, cos
$500 but lest any one should be Sc
foolish as to buy this book and brave
paresis by trying to read h. ] appent
a few extracts, all of which-so hell
me=are exactly as they are PRINTED
in this" foolish volume. which we are
told by the Fra, the critics say is th'
4 best thing he over wrote. Here W.
! go-now my dear, feel aisy and i
YOU can't be aisy, be as aisy as "
. can.
81" Ebert Hubbard (please keel
in mind that the wind is playing IL
softest zephyrs, while he writes.
know the great women of history
know how Sappho loved and sang
and Aspasia inspired Pericles tt
think and act, and Cleopatra wal
| wooed by the emperors of Rome, an'
how Theodore suggested the Justin
/ ian Code and had the last word in M
compilation know Madam DE-
Stahl, Sarah Wedgwood, George
Eliot. susanna Wesley, Elizabeth Bar
ret. ] know them all, for can reat
and have lived. and knowing th'
great women of the world, / still be
/! lieve Alice Hubbard. in way of men
tai reach. sanity. sympathy and al
round ability outclassed any woman
of history, ancient or modern. men
tally. morally and spiritually"
Now wouldn't this give you the
4 pewees.
Once more, look out!
Assuming that one hundred il
the perfect standard. a judicia
rating would place Alice some
1 where between ninety and ninety
/ nine in the following: AS moth
er. housekeeper, economist. metho
dizer, diplomat. finacier. orator
writer. reformer. humanitarian
teacher. philosopher When the FRI
unburdened himself of this effusiol
the universe heaved a sigh of relic
and the band played softly, What !
Home Without Papa" All that !
necessary to complete the picture !
harp, a crown, pair of wings an,
a Man--Scion in the skies.