The New York herald., 1921-12-04
HISTORY

peared in The Sun Dial. How often
we cannot say.
Nor is there any lack Of delight
in the verses that follow the title
poem. Especially good are the pieces
of downright nonsense, or of non-
sense with a tincture of philosophy.
We like particularly the fable Of
the man of science who had spent so
much time looking at little things
that he forgot the Importance of the
big ones. He got so he couldn't see
anything whole One day he looked
at the sun through his microscope.
"God bless my SOUL" said the sun
cam / deceived, or is there somebody
actually looking at me through
a microscope"
A moment later the scientists wife
said to him,
George, smell something burning!"
IT don't smell anything" said the
man of science, "but have an
ODD pain In my nedu.
George" said his wife, "you poor
fool, 1 think it is you that I
smell burning"
81 think you are right, my dear" said
the scientist, 81 believe my eye
is fried!"
"Just like an egg" said his wife,
looking at it.
For if you persist in ignoring the
big things, says Mr. Marquis, they'll
take their revenge, sooner or later.
tragically or grotesquely.
We are waiting impatiently for the
next volume of poems by Vachel
Lindsay. He has recently published
two of the finest things he has ever
done-"Johnny Appleseed," in the
Century and when Gypsy Fiddles
Cry" in the London Mercury.
Johnny Appleseed" tells the story
of the eccentric pioneer who followed
westward in the wake of the first
settlers, planting orchards as he
went. The poem is as thoroughly
American as a stack of buckwheat
cakes, as native as a pine cone. II
fires the mind to the great push
across the Appalachians, and to the
vision of the men who made it. No
body writing today, to our mind, has
grasped the poetry OF America as
surely as Lindsay has.
We have just been reading the
worst college story in a decade, Ring
Bone" by Jonathan Brooks, in the
December metropolitan. Zenith Uni
versity. a Middle West institution
which has just graduated itself out
of the correspondence school class, Sc
cures a game on the Harvard foot
ball schedule. Toady Tomlinson, the
coach, packs the lineup with ringers
and Capt. Horace wilkins of Zenith
inspired by love for the president:
daughter, refuses to go in as quarter
back when the game is called. Tht
ringers are retired by the Harvard
attack, and then Horace dashes from
the side lines, takes command of th'
old team and gives Harvard a terri
BILE battle.
The game is over. "A newcomer
thrust Toady and the ringers to ont
side, and reached brawny hand t
the sorely wounded boy.
Where's the captain?' he de
manded. Are you the captain o.
the Zenith eleven?' he asked Of Hor
ace. Have an arm. Man, l wan
to congratulate you. Shake! Ny
names Whistler. The boys want m,
to say we liked your game, and you
nerve. You've got fine fightin,
bunch. And l want to say for my
self that you're the finest quarter
back I've ever seen play football
Will you shake?
9This was too much for Horac
and the tears welled up in his eye
again. It was the Harvard captain
speaking"
On the train the next morning
Horace Is eating breakfast with tn
presidents family.
Horace said Ethel timidly
hadn't we better tell them?'
"'You tell them, or no, I shall
we'll, let's stammered the sturdy
hero Of the Harvard game"
Shades of Oliver Optic!
We were bit late in getting round
to the reading of Edna Ferber's "Tht
Girls" but once started we gobblet
It. Now that we have read 1t we fine
Il hard to believe that this is thu
same Edna Ferber who wrote about