Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1911-07-22

stage OF the journey he was particular
TO restrain the emotions of his passen-
gers, on the ground tha- what their
eyes saw now was nothing at all to
what they were coming to. But, not
wltnstanding the map OF Wyoming and
the park, thai decorates the cover, the
DOCK is In no sense a book of travel.
Among the passengers are a bride and
bridegroom, an artist, a man cook, a
professor, a lawyer. Over every camp
nre lots are drawn and the victim is
required to tell a story. He does so,
and so does she (the bride, the only
woman in the party, and in these
stories the author runs the gamut Of
human emotions, with mingled humor
and pathos to the fore. To use an ex-
pressive Jersey phrase, Mr.. Quick is
certainly lone" versatile performer.
He Is American to the core. His tales
are as full of color as is the red kerr
chief of Aconite Driscoll.
1t is difficult to choose the best from
among those modern arabian Night"
stories. The Heart of Goliath" re-
lated by the bridegroom, sticks par
ticularly in the memory. 1t is the story
of a Western giant with two faithful
Western giants for his sons, and a third
son-this latter a civilized prodigaI,
weighing only $50 pounds, fond of neat
ness In dress, wholly out of tune with
the prairies, turning forger, embezzler,
fetching up in a Chicago concert hall
l'hated by his father and understood
and loved only by his mother. At the
last he goes to the Philippines, comes
back a captain. but with the poison
from a Moro chieftain's knife ranking
in his veins. He comes back with the
plaudits of all America ringing in his
ears, with the hand of the President of
the United States upon his shoulder. He
had made a brilliant record-as a hero,
yes; everybody understood that; but
and his own men understood this bet
ter-as a disciplinarian he was I'M
surpassed; he had kept his men clean;
tended them like a mother; brought
them back. That isn't the story-the
real story is the dumb Inability OF his
giant father to understand 1t all-the
pathos of his reading the boy at last
through his mothers eyes-feeling for
him, loving him through the mothers
heart.
This kind of thing grips wonderfully.
1t contrasts well with Henry Peters
Signature told by the hired man; "A
Belated Rebel INVASION the profess
sor's story, and 1.-THE Jilting of Dris-
coll" Aconite's story, wherein is related
the river experience in feeding crates
of eggs, unsuccessfully, to two car
loads of bleating calves-and the Won
derfully yellow result. There are a
dozen or more stories in the book, all
gracefully bound together by light and
airy references to the passing scenery
and by Aconite's incidental references
to his absent friend, Jim Bridger, who
had had tremendous but truthful expe-
rience at every crag and geyser. A
twentieth century reminder of Bret
Harte.
Go
DIR. BORIS SIDIS, M. A. Phi. D., M.
D., ETC., is the father of the Sidis boy
who, a year or SO ago, at h age of IL,
startled educators by ~lecturing on the
Fourth Dimension Cor some other
equally abstruse subject) to the
faculty of an Eastern univer-
slty. The boy was called prod
ICY, but DR.. Sidis denies it. In what
! might be called a monograph entitled
"Philistine and Genius published by
Moffat, Yard & Co, he advocates
among other things, the very early in
: tellectual training of the child, assert
! ing that it is no more difficult for q
3 child of 2 or 3 to learn useful things
3 than it is for him to learn to play use
less games. THE child will acquire
knowledge with the same ease as he
I learns to ride the bicycle or play ball
: Referring evidently to his own son
e he says, on page 81: "As fathers and
: mothers, it may interest you to learr
4 of one of those boys who were brought
0 up in the love and enjoyment of knowl
: edge for it's own sake. At the G O
u, when other children of his & ART
: hardly able to read and spell, the boz
8 is intensely enjoying courses In thu
r highest branches of mathematics anC
astronomy at one Of our foremost uni
versities. The Had and Odyssey ar
known to hin by heart, and he /