Albuquerque morning journal. [volume] (Albuquerque, N.M.) 1903-1926, 1915-05-02

York, and TO make this harbor and
ts changing. sharply contrasted as
poets the subject OF novel Is 10 at
tempt most ambitious piece of work
one which must be exceptionally good.
tho theme Of a first book was surely
70 venture greatly. but Mr.. Poole's
success shows that he has by no
means oyerrated his powers. This
book The Harbor' of Ernest Poole's
| Is by all odds the best American novel
that has appeared in many long
day II In earnest. sincere broad in
scope and purpose, well balanced
combining intellect and emotion. II
has none Of the crudities Of the usual
promising first novel. no purple
patches and Is so real that one finds
difficulty in regarding Il as fiction
It's hero. Blly-the last name is never
given--hmself tells the story OF his
development both as man and as a
/ writer. Of his view of the harbor first
from one point and then from anoth-
/ err: of its tremendous influence upon
his thought ana life. and Of the way
in which he raised up god" TO wor-
ship, each and everyone of which the
harbor finally undermined and
brought crashing down When we are
first introduced to him he Is a little
boy. living with Il grim. business-ab-
sorbed father his idealistic mother,
and his impetuous younger sister, Sue,
| in an old house on Brooklyn Heights
overlooking the harbor. with his faith
er's dock lying just beneath It's vim
dows At that time the harbor Is to
him a thing at once fearsome and fas-
cinating. An early adventure with
the harbor ends with a sudden, scar
ing glimpse OF horror. which Is never
erased from his soul, and which leaves
him with dread and hatred OF the
harbor which lasts for years. College
years follow in which he quickly
learned that Il was bad form TO talk
Enthusiastically upon any such sub
jccts as politics or religion. student
years IN Paris follow, in which he de-
votes much time to studying the great
writer's and the worship Of the god
dess of art Then he returns 10 AM
erica and meets Eleanor Dillon again
and his life begins anew.
! Another book Of New York city is
/ THE Great Mirage by James l.. Ford
who gives us his word for il that the
city is a bedizened harlot Of a city,
a sar1onic mistress who must be
wooed by brains. energy and money
and who for q day murmlrs the name
| of the fortunate one, making envious
all who hear, and then speaks that
name no more. Peniield. young
reporter, comes out Of the back coun-
/ try to 'The Megaphone"-a great pa
| per, one that its readers always find
reliable Ii there Is no sensational
news The Megaphone" manufactures
thence its subscribers are never dis
appointed in their daily thrill PEN
field seems naturally adapted by a
slightly defective honor to the needs
of the Gotham repertorial game, and
finding shrewdness In office politics
more propitious to advancement than
sheer ability and intelligence, rises
rapidly In a critical moment, to
save himself, he lays the blame on
the woman he loves and allows her to
be discharged. poetlcal justice, how
ever. catches Mr.. Penfield by the nape
of the neck and slings him coward the
human junk pile. where are other
broken down newspaper men borrow
ing dimes when they can and mum
bling together over emptied glasses Of
the good old days they used to know.
( This effort of Mr.. Ford's is to show
New York as a great mirage; a place
of sham and OF debts, of mawkish
seml-public characters and Of maudlin
publicity. The book CLEANS with
sincerity; realism and satire are
mingled with vengeful enthusiasm and
one cannot read without being i'm
pressed by the half knocking and
wholly scOrnful depreciation Of the
city's allurement.
The word sensational" almost APP
plies TO the new book of poems The
Congo and other Poems" by Nicho-
las Y. Lindsay. He is without ques-
ton a poet of originality and force
This is somewhat explained by the
foreword stating that many of the
poems have been written to be read
aloud, to be chanted. OF course the
effectiveness Of this poetry depends
upon the dramatic ability of tho one
who reads them as much as on the
skill of the one who writes. The
children's poems are, almost without
exception delightful; they are quaint
~ different and preserved from sill
Illness by artistry that Is sometimes
not present in his more ambitious
verse.
Miss Sweetthing When we are
married we must have no secrets
from each other. You must tell
me everything.
Mr.. Saphedde But--er--really,
| don't know everything
4 -
THE LONGMAN RECTAL.
Presumably. Mrs. Tom. Mrs. Dick
and Mrs Harry are saving their hus-
bands cash ana their own best hibs
and fuckers to so to Pavlowa, and
that is the reason they did not go to
the Longman concert. There is Just
another chance thought-just a ghost
OF a thought, mind you; for we would
MT intimate for one single instant that
Albuquerque is not up on things IN
general and music in particular -7iust
a chance thought that since Mrs Tom
ct al had not happened to hear Mrs.
Longman via the popular magazine
route, that that is why Mrs. 4. ID. and
II. did not go to the recital perhaps!
At any rate they missed it, for Mrs.
Longman is very we'll known in the
east and the middle west, and The
people flock 10 hear her--note the
big T, please---as well as ordinary
folk who go Just because they like
good music.
Mrs. Longmans concert here Friday
night was one of the best musical en-
ever heard in Albuquer-
que. From the opening number, the
splendid aria from Nadeschda' 20, |
My Heart Is Weary to the thrilling
Lorraine, Lorraine Loree." at the !
conclusion of her program she held |
her audience spellbound, and was en- |
treated to respond to many encores. |
pealing about Mrs Longman's songs, /
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