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Evening star., 1915-04-11
Germany (resigned). Boston: Chap
pie Publishing Company, Ltd.

Germany (resisned). Boston: Chap
pie Publishing Company, Ltd.
THE REMEDY. BY William H. Har-
fishing company.
THE HOLY WAR, "Made In Germany"
By DR.. C.. snouck Hursron1e: pro.
University of Leiden. Holland, etc.
with a word of introduction by
Richard J. H. Gotthetl. Columbia
University. n. Y. New York: q. F.
Putnam's Sons.
THE HEART OF UNCLE TERRY. BY
Charles Clark Mum. author or
POCKET Island" etc. illustrated by
w. l.. HoweS. Boston: Lotnrop, Lee
& Shepard Company.
WHEN WAS Roy IN BELGIUM:
BY Robert Jonckheere. Illustrated
from photographs. Boston: Loth-
rop, Lee & Shepard Company.
LITTLE RED HOUSE sERIEs-THE
RED HOUSE CHILDREN'S fEAH;
by Louise Wyman. Boston; Loth-
rop. Lee & Shepard Company.
THE sLEEPY-TIME sToRY-BoOk. BY
Barber Stephens. Decorations by
Bertha D. Hoxie. Boston: Lothrop,
Lee & Shepard Company.
ARNOLD,S LITTLE BROTHER. By Ed-
ma A Brown, author of -Four Cor
dons," etc. illustrated by John
Goss. Boston: Lothrop, Lee & Shep-
ard Company.
SIGNS AND SYMBOLS OF PALM
ISTRY. BY Minerva Wise. Detroit:
Published by the author.
SIX DRAMAS OF AMERICAN RO-
NANCE AND HISTORY. BY Frank
lin P. Norton. New York: The
Schultz Press.
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THE POLITICAL SCIENCE OF JOH
ADAMS By C,arrea Ma1rlaxa IIyals 81

one or more interesting and worth
while one than this.
THE POLITICAL SCIENCE OF JOHN
ADAMS. BY Correa Moylan Walsh.
New York: G. p Putnams Sons.
This is, In substance. study of the
doctrine of mixed government. that Is a
government with separate departments
and powers which are specifically cal
culated to check and balance one an
other Materially modified, this theory
forms the basis of our own state and
federal constitutions. And since John
Adams was one of the most infiuen-
tfal and persistent advocates of this
general plan as the one upon which our
writer uses the political theory of
Adams as the foundation of his discus
sion. The spirit of the study is that of
controversy. With an obviously sub
into the nature and erect Of a two
house legislature that is intended to
act. and does act, as a quite perfect
system of checks and balances. He ar
gues this plan out as an obstructive
and static mechanism, inherently use
less for the dynamic requirements Of
an expanding democracy. The sum of
the argument points directly and
strongly upon one-house legislature as
the clear instrument of republicanism
Ing eAaiHpies VI ehis pidIl' however,
are too meager in number, too obscure
in character and too feebly supported
by data. to carry complete conviction
in any concrete and accomplished
sense. The writer is keen in scrutiny,
ready in argument and thorough In
treatment. The book is, therefore,
1t constitutes an admit
rable review of the period covering the
formation of our government. and fur
nishes besides a suggestive chapter of
what is. in effect, no more than spec
ulative political theory.
BRUNEL'S TOWER. By Eden Phill-
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THE OBSERVER LEARNS SOMETHING OF COUTlG

wake up in the morning and find that
the mud has climbed over the back
porch. walked through the dining room
and is now madly trying to force its
way into the parlor.
Be commuter? I'm, yes. if you want
TO. AS the Observer figures it the
breaks are about even.
BoBBIE HILL.
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the way you said it." said Smith. wip-
ing his nose again with an air of pro
found suspicion.
There was nothing funny about II
at ALL" replied the Observer. heatedly
Il talked to a man not long ago who
painted powerful picture of the joys
of the, country at springtime."
oh" said Smith. bitterly, che did
did he? Well. all I've got to say is that
| wish he had my cold. Talking about
commuting-'
an inarticulate fashion. The Observer
caught such phrases as blasted idiot
blamed chump" and more to that gen.
eral effect.
'Lemme tell you that this happy
spring-in-the-countr stuff is all rot
He fairly beloved the last word. He
sneezed again. AS a sneezer the OBJ
server is willing to back Smith against
any man in the country.
Il went into the country early re-
sumed Smith. after time. / thought
it would be a good idea to get a start
on my vegetables For the first week
or so everything was fine. 1 pranced
to the station like a young buck.
was idiot enough to believe that the
ooAl VI "edlHcT "Oulu ldSl lOFSVcI
"One morning not long ago 1 got up
looked outside. thought, by George
that the second flood had come on the
earth. Rain was coming down like
Niagara just after the ice breaks
Nevertheless l dressed in my ole
clothes. put on rubbers and a rain
coat and started for the car"
You didn't eat breakfast?" (This is
unusual in Smith)
Wait until you see one of those
country rains" said Smith. acidly. I'll
breakfast"
The Observer awaited continuation
OF the narrative.
When 1 reached the front door," re.
sumed Smith, with n terseness far more
effective than any description, 1.-The car
was one block from the station. l live
three blocks away. l ran for It,"
need of vivid adjectives or stunning
adverbs. Marathon has won its place
as historic sprint, and there are other
races. But where. in all history, will
you find a race like Smiths? Three
blocks to go in viscid. brown mud that
Is more like rich, thick soup than ole
Mother Earth.
One could visualize Smiths start, his
face drawn in desperate determination
One could see him sliding along from
side to side on the moist highway, now
on the verge of total collapse as one
foot slid from under him. now rfghtine
himself and charging on and on and on to-
ward the waiting car. One could hear
Smiths breathing apparatus emitting
sounds not unlike those which might
come from an ancient locomotive on 8
steep grade.
The Observer, as he gazed at this
mental picture conjured up by Smiths
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A Hearty Meal.
rom the Youths Companion.

From the Youths Companion.
when I was little GIRL" says .
friend of the Companion. Il had the
honor of being introduced to Mark
Twain. 1t was just before Thanksgiv-
ing, and I very proudly told him that
1 was going to spend the holiday with
my aunt in New York.
Really" he drawled, with the most
flattering show of interest. Well. l
hope you will feel. after dinner. just
as / did when l went there to a ban
quet few months ago.
"Of course / instantly demanded to
know. How was that?
VERY thankful answered Mr.. Glenn
ems, with preternational solemnity.
Very very thankful because still had
one article of apparel that wasn't too
tight to fit for comfort
"'Oh, 1 know I guessed eagerly:
your shoes! But the humorist shook
his head.
"'No. no. he corrected, with gentle
sadness, ing umbrellav"
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morning until it comes time to take my
car and go to the city The Solid Citi-
Of praise. took on a note like that Of the
triumphant bugle. He paused until he
| could get his breath and uttered his epi-
logue.
"You should come into the country
said he. 1T is the only life
glowing picture. truly; one that
| fingered in the mind. How glorious to
| escape the din, the dirt and madness of
| the city-to arise of bright spring MORN
| ing while a gentle breeze fiuttered the
| curtains and smell of growing things
called laggards into the open sunshine.
Then the evenings-the brilliant sunset,
| fading slowly into oranges and reds, until
| nights myriad workmen had painted all
! the world soft gray, which soon de-
parted as the moon arose. A walk along
e, stretch of sandy white road with only
the moon for company, while innumera BILE
little creatures of the night sang their
eerie melody of young life which will
never die.
| The Observer, aimlessly following his
dreams, had already furnished a small
cottage-one of those delightfully."- myth
ical structures which are small and COM
Portable and are possessed of climbing
roses and are without sundry inquisitive
bugs-when his meditations were abruptly
ended by the sound Of a grun voice. 1t
was the voice Of man with a grievance.
Looking up he saw Smith. dour, long
nosed, stoop-shouldered man.
| "H'are you?" asked Smith, in a voice
I which indicated his hope that the OBJ
server was suffering from some incurable
(, disease Then he did remarka BILE thing.
He lifted his head as does the mournful
| hound dog when it utters it's sorrowful
| plant to the moon. He closed his eyes
and opened his mouth to its fullest ex-
tent The Observer could see his larynx.
From his open mouth came frightful
| sounds.
| "A-a-ah who-o-o-o"" he shreked
| "O-oh ka-chew. A-a-ah WHOOSH-O-O" -
The last was uttered in rising
scream. Having completed these exer-
cises, Smith produced a handkerchief and
| mopped his weeping eyes. He touched
the end of his red nose. and was himself
| again.
IT have just been thinking" said the
Observer, after the noise had ceased. that
1t would be a magnificent idea for me to
become a commuter. Beautiful thoughts
, have come to me- How inspiring to live
The Observer halted abruptly and
started back in amaZement. Smiths at
titude was undeniably truculent.
Let me tell you" said Smith, fercely
| that just because l happen to have
the worst cold in the city of Washing
| ton, D. c., don't propose to be made
y fun Of"
Great goats. mani" said the OBJ.
server. bewildered why burst forth
like an amateur volcano because
! mentioned the glories of committing? I?
There was something funny about
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cate art that perfected this matchless
story Of the little dog of Greyfriars
churchyard. here tells the story of
list" ''Half mystic, half poet, a lover
Of nature and of his fellow men, his
long life of solitary and perilons wan
dering, always in the van of migration.
was consecrated to the blossoming Of
century ago he was still a loved and
revered guest in the cabins of our
grandfathers. Some of his trees may
be standing today; but the man who
legendary figure. Let us recover what
may be known of him, restore him to
his time and place. recall the almost
incredible conditions under which he
did his inspired task Let us give him
again his need of love and gratitude
for a beautiful life of self sacrifice
that asked no reward, and that came
in old age to some end obscure and
lonely"
THE WINNING OF LCCIAs A Love
Story. BY Amelia E. Barr, author of
The Bow of Orange Ribbon etc.
illustrated by c. H. Taffs New
York: D. Appleton & Co.
A young girls love. as theme for the
modern novel, is in pretty complete
eclipse. On the one hand 1t is obscured
by the larger effulgence of the love
affairs of her grandmother. On the
other 1t is dimmed by the luster of
pseudo scientific problems expressed in
terms Of sex. and written into current
fiction. The round and dimpled pretti-
nesses Of young love are nowadays as
signed to the milk-teeth stage of read
ing. and only the most ingenious of
writers can invest them with any sort
of charm for the reading requirements
of world-wise folks. Amelia Barr's
wide popularity has always lain in her
appeal to the fresh and unsophisti-
Gated years of life. And The Winning
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from the s. L. c. A. There is nothing
| that ne will not do for a chicken. from
| bandaging it's head to tuckinS 1t into
bed at night. He can speak kindly tt
an old hen and she will lay an egg foi
| him. 1t is all his wonderful way with
| these fowls.
other day." began the Observer, "abou,
| the charm, or the lack of charm, one
might find In committing during the
summer. One man burst forth into po-
etry and the other man seemed chiefly
concerned about a cold he had con-
| tracted on a rainy day while racing
for his car. What Is the happy medi-
um?'
The cadaverous man studied the OBJ
server thoughtfully while he rubbed
| his chin.
Both of these men," he said at last
"have missed the real meaning of com
| muting. They are. imagine. a pair of
glorfied greenhorns. Now the real
value of committing Is that when you
| once get safely out in the country you
can borrow anything you want. In
| the city you'd be shot before you'd al
| low your wife to run next door and
borrow a cup of sugar from old Mrs.
Meggs but in the country you can drift
around and pretty nearly collect din
ner. Then. too. in the country on sum-
mer evenings you don't have to smut
all the windows and slowly SURROGATE
because some mentally deficient per-
a photograph horn in your direction
and repeating It's a Long, Long Way
to Ttpperary' time after time until you
wildly begin to hope that you or the
phonograph will be in Tipperary at the
shortest possible date. Finally, there
is the question of chickens-"
Here the Observer gently but firmly
shut the cadaverous man off. He is a
good. sound, rational man on most sub
jects, but once he gets on the subject
of domestic fowls he becomes a maniac.
There are other things about COM
mutation that might be taken up. For
instance, there is the man with the au-
tomobile and his glorious spin home
through the summer dusk-Xhen the
rear tire does not blow up or the diff
ferential becomes entangled with the
top of the tonneau. There is the glad
some escape from that deadly bore who
drops in after dinner and smokes five
of your best cigars and drones and
drones out his opinions of the Euro
pean war. There is also the gentle
disappearance from the sociable pest,
who Is always anxious to go to NOV
ing picture show or a theatrical enter
is good, but because. in his own words,
he likes to be ION the CO."
Against these might be stacked a
comprehensive fire and police depart
ment, an occasional after-theater sup
per which need not be eaten with one
eye on the clock, and the calm knowl-
edge Of the urbanite that he will not
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4HR HAVE started to commute
again." announced the Solid
q Citizen. impressively, as he and
the Observer met on the Avenue. He
wagged his finger with a solemnity
that signifed his belief that he was
performing a great rite in committing.
why commute?" inquired the OBJ
server, mildly. II have never followed
that idea closely, but it seems to me.
from what I've heard. that committing
| consists chiefly of getting up the night
before in order to reach your destina-
tion some time the next day. Am l
right?"
"Of course not" replied the Solid
Citizen, emphatically. You have the
I usual idea of committing, which. like
most usual ideas, is utterly wrong"
Let me hear the great truths that l
| see are crowding your BOSOM" pleaded
J the Observer.
The Solid Citizen waved a wide and
expansive hand, taking in, at one gen.
| erous gesture. the whole of creation.
This is the glorious spring." said
he, in a pulpy, poetic voice, when the
little songbirds begin to sing in
| the"
Look here" said the Observer sharp
ly. the court is willing to hear any
informative testimony for the defense,
but 1t will be hanged il it is going to
! listen to verse"
! But the Solid Citizen went on, en-
| tranced by the sound of his own voice.
! I'm the woodland glades," he con-
tinued. where hide the beautiful flow
| ers that soon will arise to give Joy to
the world"
why are they hiding?" asked the OBJ
| server. Are the police after them?"
! That Jolt brought the Solid Citizen
back to earth.
We'll, If you don't want to hear" he
said. sulkily.
I'VE started to talk about commut-
ing" reminded the Observer. land I'll
| be blessed II / see why it's necessary
to drag in a lot of natural history
Suppose@
He got no further. The Solid Citizen
started carolfng again.
Il arise at $780," he commenced. 81
eat breakfast-
That's nothing" replied the OBJ
| promptly at o'clock. went on
the Solid Citizen. Then ! stroll through
the fields and pastures. wondering at
the marvels of a beneficent Nature.
examine the horses and the cows and
the pigs and the bulbs and the rest OF
the things around the place. The call
OF the rooster arouses me-
"rll bet it does" thought the OBJ
server, although he didn't dare to say
II.
And 80 enjoy the finest hours Of the
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The Modern Child.

from PUCK.
Hostess Cat children's party)-How
would you children like to play Lon
don bridge?
would much prefer a game of auction.
If you don't mind.
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I simple words felt a desire to shake this
great man by the hand and congratu-
| late him. By all the rules of the game
perseverance and stamina surely en-
abled him to make his car.
| Then came the explosion.
| Il missed it," said Smith, bitterly.
| Missed it BY three minutes"
The Observer gasped feebly as the
monstrous injustice of the thing struck
him.
Il was steaming." continued Smith !;
| "steaming like a horse. Just then
recalled that it would be thirty five
minutes before my next car came along.
There was nothing to do but wait. So
l sat down in that half-baked station
and prepared to wait.
Some amiable fool wandered up. He
was chewing straw. He said:
fright smart rain today
II tried sarcasm. l said to him:
Yes, / have noticed it,
My remark bounded off his thick
skull like tennis ball.
1 reckon most people would he
said. Then he added that looked wet.
Mind you. l was dripping like the
weekly wash.
Then he sought to console me.
'This'll do the crops lot o. good.
he said.
Think of it! A man soaking wet In
a hard, beating rain, with a half-hour
wait for his cara man who Is without
breakfast and who knows as sure as
shooting that he'll miss an important
appointment-being told by a half-wit-
ted brontoSaurus that the rain will help
the crops What did l care about the
crops? What 1 wanted to do was to
get off that wet overcoat before l
drowned in 1t.
"'You live around these parts?' he
asked me next.
my patience gave way. l arose and
looked him in the eye. Something in
my expression must have daunted him.
| for he jumped.
~ do live in these parts,' told him.
And l want to warn you right mere
and now that II you expect to live
around these parts, as l am doing. you
had better quit fooling around me on
rainy mornings
He did not understand. He gave me
| a hurt look as he departed for the
| crossroads store. There he spread
| the report that I am a dangerous man.
There was another pause while Smith
| sneezed uproariously.
I'm half an hour 1 got my car, he
concluded, land I also got this cold.
4
So there seemed to be two sides to
| this committing proposition.
Some days later. in the course OF his
meanderings, the Observer ran across
cadaverous. loose-limbed individual
| whose deep affection for white chick
Evening star., 1915-04-11

TN the Nfepold Gallery. on H street.
the Sketch Club is holding it's first
exhibition, and showing quite a large
and comprehensive collection of its
members works. The sketches. all
evening sessions, are in all kinds OF
mediums, and in even more numerous
and varied styles. Some are in black
and white, charcoal, pencil. crayon and
pen and ink; others are in colored
chalks, while yet others are in water
colors, oils and pastels All are, as 1t
were, impressions directly rendered
and are therefore spirited and s1gnin-
cant. A single group, in one frame
conspicuously placed. is by the late
James Henry Moser, one of the first
and until his health failed one of 49,
most enthusiastic members of the clup
These are all in pencil, and are models
of their kind, subtle and yet strong;
full of character and delightfully."- per
sonal-just what every sketch should
be. On account of the interest that this
exhibition has awakened. it has been
decided to continue 1t another week.
closing next Saturday evening, instead
of. as was originally planned, last
night.
+
eTf1 HE exh .D1tlon OF oCOICH, lIiSH anu
u English garden pictures by Miss
Mary Helen Carlisle of London, which
opened in the Moore galleries Easter
Monday, will also continue during the
present week. One gets, Immediately
upon entering the gallery wherein
these pictures are displayed. an impress
sion of warm. sunny color. and is
straightway enveloped by the atmos-
phere of the British Isles.
This sunniness and illusion of atmos-
phere are the characteristic notes in
Miss Carlisle's work. She does not paint
gardens with the thought of pattern:
She does not paint flowers merely as
flowers, but she does render the feeling
of the place as seen out of doors.
But Miss Carlisle Is not merely a
painter of gardens; before she made
this her speciality she had won distinc-
ton as miniature painter. and some
examples of this branch Of her work
are now on view with the garden pic
lures in the Moore galleries. There is
one of Queen Victoria, done from sit
tings, which is particularly satisfac-
tory, showing the queen whom all SO
loved and revered seated at her desk,
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"I done wore out three foots of
graveyard rabbit in de hopes of good
luck comm my way" said Brother
williams, IAN l des bout come ter de
conclusion dat de only way ter git dar
is ter go, ter work fer yo' livin'."-
Atlanta Constitution.
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BOOKS RECEIVED.

ENGLAND AND GERMANY IN THE
WAR; Letters to the Department of
State. BY Robert J. Thompson,
American consul, Aix-la-Chapelle
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7 is not the pictures which are at fault
but rather an apparently blind public
overlooking its opportunity. OF course
no one is under obligation to buy pic
lures or to support the fine arts. but
having real love OF art 1t would nat
urally be found the highest delight to
do so.
1t has been said that the artists pub
lie is to be considered en- mass, where
as the dramatist's public is always one
person, or more literally an agErega-
ton of individuals, and to a great ex-
tent this is true. but the painter does
make intimate and personal appeal
and is best rewarded by direct and per-
sonal appreciation. To the one sympa-
thetic passerby he says: Come and see
this loveliness that l have seen'-and
| when there is understanding response
he is satisfied Such is the real sig
nificance of purchase.
There are good many pictures in
this exhibition which make precisely
this intimate and personal appeal For
example, Mr.. Messer's two charming
landscapes, small in dimensions. but
full of the big feeling of outdoors and
the evening hour; Mr.. Brooke's duck
pond at Gloucester, Miss Keliy's dawn
in the Catskills. Miss Sawtelles wood
interior, Mr.. Seaton's several little
landscapes, Miss Howell's roses, Miss
Anna Hasselman's glimpse of a college
yard, Miss Noyes' sun-steeped country
house. And these are not all There
are of much more than passing interest.
! Sculpture has added quite note OF
| interest to this display as whole.
| Mr.. Zolnay. Mr.. Bush Brown and Mr..
| Brooks have contributed generously
| and of their best Mr. Dunbar and Mr..
| Hannah are also we'll represented.
The exhibition continues until April
| 25 and is open to the public Friday
evenings from s to 10 o'clock, as we'll
as on week days from to and on Sun
day afternoons.
| n exhibition of paintings and draw
&A ings by John Ross Key was opened
| in the artists studio in the Corcoran
| building April 5 and will continue
until the 25th. This comprises twenty
| two oil paintings and eleven drawings
in charcoal. all of which are compare
| lively recent works. Collectively. they
| make a most interesting and attractive
| showing. Many of the paintings, fur
! thermore. have great subjective in
| terest, being Of historic places. One,
| for instance. shows the birthplace of
Francis Scott Key. the author OF the