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don. OF the streets at raid time he
writes:
"On the previous night (to Mrs.
Ford's death) I was at the theatre
when the warning was given. Coming
out into the darkness ones eyes in
stinctively sought the sky The
heavens were criss-crossed with great
pencils of light streaming upward
from the searchlights located in the
London suburbs and in the city itself.
| started counting them and had
reached more than twenty when the
rays in the southern part hesitated
and then all centred on one spot, which
seemed to be just over Leicester
square. where / was walking. Stimuli
taneously the barrage broke loose; II
was very heavy. indicating the guns
were quite near. The other search
lights promptly focused on the same
spot then swept the sky surrounding
it. Our seeking refuge in Lon
don is not so picturesque as in Paris.
In this hotel there is TO nightly pill
grimage to the cellar of guests arrayed
in whatever garments they can clutch
first.
Yesterday I saw an Unexpectedly
and unexpected dramatic incident IN
the House of Commons. Lloyd George
completely lost his head when pressed
by the Opposition. which is growing
stronger for an answer TO a certain
question. His reply brought forth an
outburst not only from his opponents
but from a large number of his own
followers. The Prime Minister for a
time could not control the House"
Again he writes:
After getting through my work /
got a taste of air and sunshine went
to Buckingham Palace to see the pa
rade of women war workers. between
three and four thousand i'm line. rep
resenting all branches of endeavor.
They made colorful picture; the mu-
milton workers wore tunics and trousers
of cream shade. while girls working
in factories where cartridges and fuses
were loaded wore similar costumes OF
red" Every Saturday there Is
a drill at Kensington by young men
just under the military age. among
them the Boy Scouts. There
we're thousands of them. Many Amer
ican soldiers were watching Accord
ing to their accounts, the ocean is GOV
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for me | heard him sing the song.
There's a story about a nugget of
gold, Henry Heap (the bank watch
man in Ell Paso) and Tom Beasley
that some of you old-timers may re-
call, but | can't write it here. Re-
member"
The notable thing about these edi-
torial remarks is that they nearly all
refer to hearing" the poems recited
or sung. That's what lyric poetry is
for, as an "eye-minded' generation
may sometimes forget.
The cowboy spends many a night
out under the stars, where David
9ended his sheep. And psalms rise
in his heart also. He thinks of
heaven and of the last day, when
The mortal grass is sprinSing up
To meet the judgment sun.
An unknown author wrote that, but
in the words of Thorpe my hat off
to him, whoever he may be-" There
may be a technical difference be-
tween plain song and song of the
plains, but at times their spirit har-
monies.
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THE HEREFORD ESOP: FIFTY
FABLES IN VERSE. BY Oliver Her
ford. illustrated by the author. CHM
& Co.
TIME Oliver Herford habit is an
insidious, dangerous thing. II
= creeps on it's victim unawares,
appearing to be a mere indulgence, a
creature compounded of laughs, of
chuckles. whimsie. too slight for
power. claiming but moment or two
in the whirl of busy days.
But this fragile. smiling presence Is
only a part of it's lure. Underneath the
velvet mitten are claws of steel. Once
fixed on you, you cannot shake it OF.
IL demands more and more of you, it
insists on being yielded to, it en-
croaches on your precious leisure,
finally even on the time you should
give to the serious affairs of life. In
the end you won't be able to get along
without il. You must have your Oliver
Herford though magnates are kept
waiting in your outer office, though
cabinets fall or golf clubs call. De-
prived of the thing, you sink into a
green and yellow melancholy, become
hateful to your friends and to yourself,
foreswear the sane joys of existence,
droop and wther.
The worst of acquiring the habit is
that it is so difficult to get enough of
the Oliver Herford. Sometimes for long,
long months there will be none obtain
able Then a little turns up, to be
eagerly snatched at by the habtues. TO
be lightly favored by new victims, who
little guess the peril they run. Again
il will be impossible to get more. and
only those who have had to go without
their Oliver realize what that means of
detection and frenzy.
At the present moment a small bit
is obtainable and we warn all who are
under the dangerous charm to hurry
out and get their share. 1t goes by
the name of THE Herford Aesop," and
though slim it holds round fifty
fables each with one or more drawings
of the true Herfordian mark. Aesop
and Herford are brothers under their
skin. Their minds go along together,
and each helps and amplifies the other.
Aesop brings his bit of wisdom, Her
ford his raj ibow sparkle, his fall of
words like drops of silver water You
read you smile. you are content. SO
and not otherwise would Aesop have
put his thoughts into English. had he
had the good fortune to have been born
an Anglo-Saxon and in our day. Her
ford addicts need not fear that they
will lose the true note because another
name is associated with his on the
cover which holds the treasure they
seek
Perhaps a little apt quotation will
make the point clear. Take this:
THE MAN AND THE LION
Lion and n Man, as they
Were walking in park one day
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Exchanging stories of their strength
And deeds of valor. came at length
Upon the statue of a Man
Staying a Lion. Then began
A wrangle. Said the Man, II call
That true to nature" Not at all -
The Lion roared. You think II true
Because 1t shows Mans point of view.
If il were mine, the Man would not
Be !" Exclaimed the other. What !
No Man at all?" "Oh. yes" replied
The Lion, "he would be inside :"
There are two drawings with this,
and one especially, of the lion sculp-
ing. is not to be missed. Herford is
particularly good at lions, for that
matter. and as many of the fables are
good at them, too, we meet a number
of the engaging beasts; perhaps the
most winning being he who, with a
monocle raised to one eye, coldly sur
veys a sprightly fox, who. having seen
his majesty several times, has lost his
early awe, and finally showed not the
slightest trace of fear, but bold as
anything walked up and said, Good
morning. King!'" The foxes, for that
matter. are as delightful as the lions.
You remember The Fox and the
Grapes fable, of course. but you never
saw him until now. Here he is, his
paw waved in denial. his countenance
expressive of mingled disgust and
pain, q perfect picture of renuncia-
tion. The amount OF expression Her
ford manages to give his animals
faces is a constant joy and one of the
- t,i- t,l, To Ifa
his Tortoise, the one that beats the
Hare in the immortal race. and OBJ
serve the speaking profile of the
creature, full of sly triumph and con-
scious power. No merely natural tor
toise could ever look like that, yet
Herfords tortoise is absolutely tor
toise for all his added grace
Space calls for mercy. and we must
stop. But not without one more quo
tation. a fragment merely. The lines
are those concluding the fable of The
Goose that Laid the Golden Egg. when
her owner thinking to get hold of all
the gold at once:
Killed her and found to his chagrin
Just flesh and feathers. bones and skin.
And other things. no earthly use
To any one, except goose
After all. it pays to be a Herford
addict. whatever the cost. But there
ought to be more Of him, great deal
more. and a great deal oftener. There
should be spring. summer fall and
winter stocks obtalnable. and still
more. some for all the phases of the
moon. for rainy spells, for fireside
days--however. the true Herford lover
can always 20 back and dig up the old
treasures and find them good, and
laugh afresh at verse and drawing.
for with Herford the bouquet lasts.
IL that phrase means anything
these days.
HILDEGARDE HAWTHORNE.
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would have made any Eastern poet
jealous" And they came not from the
ordinary book buying public, but
from the people that go to round-ups
and fairs.
That was the way the present vol
ume began. The cowpuncher poet,
n. Howard Thorpe, wrote five of the
first lot He has written more since
and rounded up enough others to
make a hundred. And his laconic
notes on some Of them are packed
with history. The first is of Buck
ing Bronco" by Belle Star
Written about 1878. Song has
been expurgated by me. The author
was a member of notorious gang Of
outlaws, but very big-hearted
woman. | knew her WELL"
"Buckskin Joe: Author unknown.
First heard this recited by medj-
cine vender in Waco, Texas, on the
public square"
Little Adobe Casa: Written in the
spring of 1887 and sung in the COW
camps by the author. who had good
voice. While Beasley was working
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cred with our transports loaded with
troops They all seemed keen to get to
France where the big doings are go
ing on"
Indeed, France was a much more
vivid place, with it's big doings." and
Mrs. Snyder's letters, often merely a
list of "A days duties, contain illuminat-
ing details The contrasts are fire.
quently amusing, as they have been
packed away in this fascinating record.
For instance, Mr.. Snyder had just writ
ten that he had TO 20 without his din
ner TO get to a theatre where the per-
formance began early. and afterward
went ravening across to the Trocadero
restaurant for a good supper, but he
could only get some eggs, "A piece OF
cheese and a sample of rhubarb tart"
on the same page Mrs. Snyder re-
marks:
we had another noisy day yester
day At five minutes to a grenade
factory blew up, and Paris had the
shaking of it's life Mrs s.. Florence
H. and were peacefully drinking cof-
fee in the hall after lunch when there
came a laundering noise, "A shivering
OF breaking glass. another shock and
still another and again the shattering
of panes all around. II seemed much
worse than the worst air raid. In
two minutes the hall of the st. James
was filed with all the inhabitants of
the hotel in various stages of fright.
Florence rushed to the door-the true
instinct born of California earthquake
experience: Mrs. $. flew crying for
her husband ! am glad 20 tell you
that I did not move from my seat on
the couch and that the long ash on
my cigarette remained intact Aside
from few windows, our hotel did not
suffer much. but the Avenue dc rOpera
will keep scores of glaciers busy for
days. the Boulevard Malesherbes suf-
fered greatly; there were many cas-
ualtles" Mr.. Snyder's letters show
great concern for his wife's safety. but
she smiles back: Don't worry about
me. am perfectly safe and not
afraid. There isn't a shell or bomb yet
made that is ticbeted with my name"
When the correspondent visited Bir-
mingham he found more in his three
days stay to write about than in
weeks in London. In the Birmingham
munition area were made the smallest
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color. as well as in black and white. all
most beautifully presented. The book
indeed might have been called THE
Life of Daniel II. Burnham and His
Times" 1t is really a splendid con-
tribution TO the art literature of this
age Mr.. Burnham was indeed a mod
ern American architect. His eXecu
tive and administrative ability, his un-
selfishness and devotion to the archi-
lecture of the country endeared him
to a large circle of painters, sculptors
and architects. He had an unusual
gift of surrounding himself with
young men of artistic ability and a
very fine appreciation of good work
and was always ready to give credit
where it belonged. For seven years
was associated with Mr.. Burnham and
Mr.. Moore as "A member of the Com
mission of Fine Arts in Washington.
1t was here evident that Mr. Moore
and of real character. a man whose
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ways in opposition to archaeology or
research work in its adaptation 10
modern conditions. and always stand
ing for classic principles in architec-
tural design
The correspondence and controversy
given in this book between McKim.
Burnham mad Bishop Satterlee regard
ing the adoption of the Gothic style for
the Washington Cathedral reveals Nc
Kim as a man of strong convictions.
Burnham and he fought with the
church authorities. more especially Nc
Kim: both endeavored to persuade
them to build a classic cathedral rather
than Gothic. They both failed how
ever-the church being more governed
by prejudice and association than by
the appeal of reason. Their letters were
most interesting and should have pro-
duced an effect. Their contention was
that the church should abide by the
traditions of our immediate fore
fathers rather than to follow the senti-
mental association of medieval art in
appropriate to our time and the eX-
preston of an entirely different age.
Nc contended that there was not
the same appeal IOi us " IeluIH W
Gothicism. the art of medieval times.
that existed in the fifteenth and six
teenth centuries for the return of the
architects of that period to the classic
forms of Rome and Greece. This was
the period of the revival of learning in
literature as Well as in art.
Mr.. Burnhams most distinguished
service was perhaps his contribution
to town planning. The very fine draw
ings Of the future plan of Chicago with
their illustrations in the book show his
skill in this direction. Again. he was
of great service as chairman on the
art commission in the development of
the Washington plan. Mr.. Moore, his
biographer. has taken his place as
chairman. He is the lay member of
this commission, surrounded by six
artists of national reputation.
No one could have been better fitted
to pay this splendid tribute to man of
Mr. Burnham's character.
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understood Mr.. Burnham and was
prepared to build this splendid monu-
ment to his memory.
Mr.. Burnham was first brought con-
spicuously before the public in his
work at the Chicago Worlds Fair
In this great undertaking he brought
together painters, sculptors and archi-
tects, working hand in hand with
them, and this story is told by Mr.
Moore in a most interesting way.
This was the most active period in
the lines of many noted men. among
whom were McKim, st. Gaudens,
Hunt, Peabody. Olmsted, Root and At
wood Mr. Burnham brought together
these gifted men in such a way as to
obtain the best possible results. The
book tells much of interest about them
all, as well as about Mr.. Burnham
l,ir,,celf He Voc NON nf on' huSiaSm
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and largest ana all intermediate sizes
of war munitions, and their component
parts, from tiny springs for the fuses
in the noses of shells to the most pow
erful guns. the heaviest tanks and all
sorts of airplanes and dirigibles. and
all the explosives. And the most
striking thing he noticed was the in
huX OF women. In some twenty plants
were from 10000 TO 10000 persons.
four-fifths of them women. They did
all sorts of mems work except that re-
quiring unusual strength or years of
experience. And in repetition work"
t. e.. making the same thing hundreds
of times. they excelled
The spirit of battle evidently on
tered into Mrs Snyder in Paris In
one place she writes Miss A. is
beginning To get cold feet this was
after the Good Friday massacre bv
the long range gunl, and / expect she
will follow the Us example and
decamp in a few days And yet she is
supposed to be on the job 'and workers
of her kind are signed for a certain
time and are supposed TO take the
good with the bad. ] know nothing
on earth would make me leave any
post: guns. gas. fear Of approaching
Germans. ia stick, and 1 wouldn't
care what sort Of medicine ] was
forced to take at the end Am 1
fool. or aren't these just the plain
ordinary duties OF a worker in these
warlilSe days." And she goes on 10
speak OF the state OF spiritual eXalta-
tion which develops when danger is
believed 10 threaten She finds it well
put by Miss May Sinclair In "The Tree
of Heaven" Says she: 1T has to do
with absolute reality. With God. II
hasn't TO do with having courage; it's
another state Of mind altogether
You're not ashamed Of it next day. II
isn't excitement; I'm not excited. IL
isn't a tingling of the nerves; they
don't tingle It's all curiously quiet
and steady Your body and your
nerves aren't i'm IL at ALL Doesn't IL
look as II danger were the point OF
contact with reality and death the
closest point? Actually you lay hold
on eternal life. and YOU know it,"
This is book Of singularly vivid
quality No more fascinating record
OF war work could be imagined Its
realism is alive.
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GAklS DA > AND LONDON NlGhIO.
By Alice Ziska Snyder and Milton Val
entine Snyder. r. II. Dutton & co.
~ GOD letters are always good
r reading. and here is a fat
- book filed with day-by- day
memoranda of human life in Paris
and London during a period in the
war of which no details were printed
at the time, at the beginning of the
year 191S-when Big Bertha was bonn
harding Paris and the Gothas were
spilling showers of bombs upon Lon
don The joint authors are a corre-
spondent of THE Sun. who was or
dered to London, and his wife, who
stayed on in Paris through three
months of desperate fighting only
few miles from the gates. Yet the
spirit of the French people was re-
flected in the gallantry of this woman.
the wife of an American correspond
ent, who became so infused with the
simple faith of the French people that
they should not pass" that she used
to turn over in bed and fall asleep be-
tween the heavy punctuation OF the
guns. Her husbands letters from
London are proportionately vivid and
interesting. but i'm the fortunes of war
things fall out strangely. This man,
assigned to his important work. has
to write of business and functions,
while his wife. fortunately thrown
into the intense reality of nearness
to the fighting. tells i'm her letters to
him of hospital work which wrings
the heart. yet warns Il with the same
sympathy which filed her as she
worked like a scrubwOman IN her dell
cate responsibility as historian IN
the French hospitals. ten and hfteen
hours n day. assisting In the work oil
caring for the wounded. The wires
letters are packed with the details OF
hospital work and cnlivcned with
many of the wonderful outcroppings OF
the comic spirit which ofen shine out
in the midst Of suffering and almost In
the presence of death. Her high spirit
and unfailing pluck are brilliantly in
evidence.
one of Mr. Snyders letters tells OF
London under the Zeps; Mrs Lena
Gilbert Ford, the author of Keep the
Home Fires Burning" was the hrst
American killed in the raids IN Lon
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POLITICAL PROFILES FROM BRIT.
ISH PUBLIC LIFE. BY Herbert Side
botham. Houghton Mifflin Company.
n NE of the signs of the swing
back from war time and its
predominant interest in mill
tary affairs and personages is to be
found in the increasing number of
volumes devoted to sketches of political
leaders here and abroad. The gentle
man with a duster in Downing Street
has stirred up something more palp-
able than particles of dirt as two vol
umes patterned on his sketches and
concerning American statesmen al
ready bear witness.
Unconsciously, no doubt. Mr.. Side
botham selected a very apt title for
the eighteen definite personal sketches
he has Incorporated in his book, for
most of them are very one sided, as
profile invariably is. Written from
the viewpoint of the parliamentary
reporter of the London Times anu
originally for that paper. they are
overladen with political party refer
ences that must be decidedly hazy to
the average American reader. The
sketch of Lord Grey of Fallodon ap
pears very sound and just. at this
distance. particularly in the phrase
"all Lord Grey's political life has been
the expression not of ambitions nor
even of views so much as of char
acter" OF Lloyd George he says in
a rambling attempt at a picture of the
Premier HE is as often the victim
of his own charm as the eXploiter
OF It," Again: Mr. Lloyd George has
the quickest mind in politics, but it is
impatient of detail. incapable OF avoid
ing a short cut and prone to the skim
BILE skamble when he is not inter
ested" Yet Mr.. Sidebotham calls the
Premier "the greatest natural genius
for politics in our history
To Lady Astor Mr., Sidebotham de-
votes nine pages of text and although
he declares as the first woman mem
Der of the House of Commons Lady
Astor has already won a place in
history, her place in the House itself
is less certain" 1t will surprise most
American readers, doubtless, that
Lady Astor sits among the labor mem
bers in the House somewhat vag-
ra.ntly but usually under the lee of the
portly Mr.. Will Thorne." He says
further: "She has adopted a kind of
parliamentary uniform, consisting of
a dark blue skirt, white blouse and
white gloves, which she often wears
about her wrists. leaving her hands
bare. the better to handle papers.
Her voice is. i'm its upper notes, little
harsh, has one or two good deep notes,
but no intermediate tones. There are
faint traces of an American accent,
and dropped final g's. like flies in
amber. show that she must have en-
tered English society about twenty
years ago. when the smart set boy
cotted this letter There is
sometimes an original or graphic turn
or phrase. and she is good at retort
Her subjects are the drink question
and everything that concerns the fam
lily life" w. p. MCCoRMIcK.a
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American Folk Songs.

A LICE CORBIN HENDERSON
~ asserts in her introduction to
4 \ Songs of the Cowboys"
fHoughton Miflin) that such poetry
is created and enjoyed by public
that knows not bookstores. A certain
cowboy wrote or collected and took to
a printer bunch of songs of the
plains and sold enough copies to SET
himself up in business. The profits
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A Great American Architect

DANIEL II. BURNHAM. ARCHITECT.
PLANNER OF CITIES. BY Charles
Moore. Houghton Mifflin Company.
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Soundings
In the Sea of Ink
Read With the Children.

TRY this little song on your saxo-
phone. tune will come of
itself. The words were writ
ten by girl of nine and they were
not rewritten by anybody else
LITTLE CHILDREN.
BY coRNELIA ERNST.
Oh. Little children are so glad,
When there is Mother to be had.
1t is very lonesome day
When Mother has gone far away
There's nothing but tears with which to
play
That day That day
To be Father is a gruesome task
OF merry youngsters growing fast.
Oh! it is happy cay
When Father is at home to play
That day That day.
That is text enough for Chill
dren's Book Week sermon and this
one will be very short. In the par
ticular home where this poem bios
somed, reading aloud, by the parents
or by the children themselves, is as
natural as eating. 1t isn't task.
it's a delight.
The contagion of happiness-that
is the secret of teaching children to
read. If reading is related to the best
hours it will take on something of
their glory. But we can give away
only that which we possess. And the
father and mother who want to un-
lock the treasures of literature for a
family must find the key for them
selves