New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1921-09-15

This impudent art is produced by
Office boys for Office boys; it is Jig
saw, penny-in-t he-slottery, cheap-gaf,
shadow trickery."
BY this time you and Mr.. Burke are
in Hackney, where on June II Of 1863,
Samuel Pepys played at Switchboard
and ate cream and good cherries with
Mrs. P. "Shall We" you venture, ''try
to find the inn where Master Samuel
took refreshment ?" "Analyze the work
of the worlds favorite, Mary Pickford,"
Mr.. Burke answers with acerbity. "This
lady can shipper and smile very charm
ingly. but her amiabls gestures are
utterly meaningless. OF the delicate
art of pantomime she is entirely ig-
norant, so between her posturings they
insert slabs of letter-press usually
hostile to the laws of grammar-to tell
you what she is doing.'
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En- route from Woolwich to Ethan
it is recalled that when John of France
was taken prisoner by the Black Prince
he was brought in gentle captivity to
England, and Ethan palace was his
comfortable gaol. Froissart came with
him as his secretary. In the great
banqueting hall there had sat in far
off times Erasmus, Sir Thomas More,
Vandyck, Holbein, Wolsey, Chaucer,
the Earl of Essex and many kings end
princes. Here took place the departure
of Henry Bolingbroke, Duke Of Hart
ford, into Punishment, and here he re-
turned as Henry w. Hitler from Agin-
court Henry V brought his. prisoners.
But in case you are net much inter
ested in those ancient episodes Mr.
Burke will refresh you with more mod
ern stuff. after twenty years of life
the cinema is still in the street of
the penny-gaff," he says. "There is
but one among the whole crowd OF
movie stars who has the slimmest I'M
Outstanding Of gesture, and he spends
his time capering about in large boots
and bowler hat"
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With Mr.. Burke in "The Outer
Circle" you can visit such other
suburbs as Crouch End, Barking, loot
ing, Clapham, Forts Green and Wal
thamstow, and spend no dull moment
in any Of them. "Suburbia," he says:
Where London sprawls across the gentle
fields.
In those far fringes where tho green be-
Ethan and Enfield. southall and wansted
Flat
The landscape but loveless prospect
Wan grass. the last weeks washing a
dead cat.
Factories maisonettes and sardine tins.
Yet even hero the honeysuclsle blows,
And the shy nightingale enchants the
gloom:
Ard sometimes have seen tho wild. white
Around the hawthorn bough Of Barnet Fair,
And when the evening flowers with lights
OF home.
Each window seems a little silent prayer.
On the way from Stoke Newington to
Harringay you have a particularly
good time, because you are joined in
that Journey by an ex-soldier, who is
troubadour as we'll as peddler Of shoe
laces and collar studs. He is student
and composer Of folk-songs, and he
sings for you, among other things:
Whow!
| When first went to Harringay,
To Harringay did go,
sing wo, my. lads. sing woi
I met a maid upon my way.
| Towards the hush-tine of the day,
When thrushes sang in Harringay:
Sing wo. my lads, sing woi
Ny heart now lies at Harringay
Beneath the autumn leaves
Sing willow, lads. sing willow.
With lure OF lip and glances gay
That maid she led my heart away:
| She buried it at Harringay;
Sing willow. lads sing willow.
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All the space intended for Mr.,
Georges "a London Mosaic" (Frederick
A. Stokes Company has thus been
given to Mr.. Burke and ''The Outer
Circle" Mr. Georges bitter disappoins-