Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1910-01-10

the new volume, after the poets long silence, and adds that lin what MI.
Watson does give us there is NJ falling off in beauty or power, and here is
Tavern Song for instance. reveals him in a new and genial aspect, for
hitherto his Tyre has not often struck the conuvial note.o OF that of love as in
his charming poem to his young wife, Maureen Ashore"
"rhe sonnet oil Leopold, of Belgium" concludes this criticism, shows
that he has no lot his old power If purple invoctse. and in every poem
there are memorable lines, such as
".An ecsmcy of inward sight
And the blind cry OF all the seas that ROLL"
AN of which, in view of The watson-Le Garenne controversy and Wat
sons announcement of the name of his serpent -tongued woman, is decidedly
interesting.
Asauth and her sepdaushter were the women he had in mind o the ground
that his brain was temporarily unbal anoed. and glad W re are to accept even
half al excuse for such a sorry mistake
It seems. then that it would hardly be fair to slight his new volume
II he wasn not to blame for mourning ii dislike Let us read it, by all means,
picking u the book and pretending that we hav never heard of the author
and judging each poem according to its worth, as far, Of course. as W . arr
able
Blue Monday.
Perhaps the blacklist moments n the working girls week com Monday
Reluctantly her eyes open, to look vaguely at the wall and close again,
while h drifts into that sweet second sleep that seems more desirable than
anything N the world.
Just as the sleep fairies are putting all sorts Of delicious dreams into her
still active brain, there comes another CALL hits time more Imperative.
do you intend to get up? It's LATE?"
With a n exasprated grunt Miss Working Girl scrambles out protesting
suhaly against the whole scheme Of things. Life looks to her rather like an
endless stream o. Monday mornings and she wonders do@fuly just what
we've all wondered-why some have SO much and others so little.
And all the time the clock keeps going hurry, hurry, hurry" There is
time only for a cup If coffee. Those forty winks have spoiled her chances
for breakfast Coffee swallowed, she rushes forth o catch a car n reach
her place of business jut on time, and not a minute earlier.
sharpening pencils vindictvey and doing everything to encourage her ILL
hunor rather than squech it, BY noontine her head aches and she is ready
to weep 0 m slight provocaton.
We. all nov 'bue Monday" that is, Ill of us who constitute he ma
chhnery that makes the business worlds 90 round. Therefore, we are rather
inclined to side with Miss Working Girl. Nevertheless, that wise woman,
Mrs Common Sense, declares that Monday morning is the opening wedge
in a bright new rift of opportunity; that it gives us a chance tic remedy ur
mistakes of last week II that if we did not have a good position waiting
for us we'd really have m cause for grouch.
suppose you had n work to do" argues she, "then you'd have reason
for bad temper Think of you blessings and be glad that somebody values
you enough to wan you to work for him. You'll find more comfort in the
hate everybody, yourself included just because Monday morning comes once
q week"