Arizona republican. [volume] (Phoenix, Ariz.) 1890-1930, 1918-11-24
Italian composer of the nineteenth
century.

century.
THINK YOU NOT Germany has had
her poets during these red years?
She has. Aside from the Hymn of
Hate" known the world over, she
has produced this:
Now burn, O hate, flame forth,
For we have loved too long,
Hate is no sin, or, if it is,
God pardon us the wrong
This is but the beginning Read .
the end:
80 burn, O hate flame forth, !
Burn even in Deaths house. i
If ever hate should prove a sin,
Sin be Gods law to us
One writer, Bernhard KONG, who !
styles himself King Boer- heart,
cries out: Then hurl at him your
scorn, the hateful hypocrite, the
master liar; hurl it in his face that
grins with pride. Drive him out
there is no room for half measures,
drive out this scum of cowardly
assassins, of WaIloon negroes!
Away with them. The face of Eu-t
rope cannot endure such a dis
figurement. A kick for this rable
which, d prey to folly, has presumed
to cross swords with Germany"
Each sword blow" W. Flex
sings, is a Holy Mass; each rifle
shot a prayer" Another, with more
prophecy, intones, THE High Mass
Of Germany is ended
WI LII LEXINGTON COMFORT
seems to have permanently de-
parted from the domain of fiction
where his success was little less
than phenomenal. His last work
is THE Hive neither d story nor
an essay, but a sort of RETROSPECT
tive review of his own life and eff
forts, with particular reference to
his Stone Study Community The
latter. a unique experience in boy
culture, has apparently become the
purpose of his remaining years. 1t
may be that Comfort feels that he
has much for which to atone
which is probably true. from his
own viewpoint,-and that his work
among boys is his way to do it.
Among those who know him per-
sonally. this typical American au-
thor, with a world experience, is be-
lieved to have hung his coat on
pes anu StIlltu uONH 10 HIS CnOStIl
ambition,-to leave the world bet
ter than he found it.
ROBERT GRAVES seems to have
made a niche for himself in the pro-
duction of war poetry. John Mase-
field in the Chicago Tribune says
there is a gay young singer named
Robert Graves who has written
poetry about the war that will live"
A reading of his Babylon" and
several others in the Literary Di-
gest recently will bear out Mr..
Masefield's estimate. Up to now,
however, Robert Services Red
Cross Rhymes" finds first place in
my classification of war poets |
like Services realistic STYLE it has
lost none of its vigor since the
Ballads of a Cheechako," 1909.
Edgar A. Guests AT the Peace
Table is probably the popular
peace poem of the hour
JAMES WHfTCoMB RILEY will be
remembered Tuesday at his birth
place, Greenfield. Indiana, when the
Myra Reynolds Richards statue of
the American poet will be unveiled
in that city. Beemer Davis, a
GreenIleld business man, donated
the work of art, the model of which
was completed in Miss Richards
studio in New York, a week before
Riley's death. In his declining
days, two years ago. Mr.. Riley sal
patiently for Miss Richards, enab-
ling her to finish the model before
the beloved character passed on
The memoriam will stand in the
court house square of the Indiana
city.
/ MR.. DAYkiN, of Miller e Sterling
tells of an Indian that guarded be-
meath his dirty jacket discarded
calendar picture, considered it {
treasure; a work of art. A fact tina
appeals to all of us, in that it sug-
'gests that art, after all, is one thing
to one and another to another
That's why it is art,-knows M
standard. Yet, that the INDIAN
treasure was picture is the human
element that brings us to the almos
universal general impression tina