New-York tribune., 1921-06-02
Rara AYES
/ think 3 find
1t may be termed,
/ know a bachelor
Unconhrmed!

| ter from an army officer who said that
the Pullman car that had carried him
from Jersey City to Long Branch had
not been properly swept and busted.
General Porter waste basketed the let
ter; also the second, the third, end the
fourth. But the fifth was so violent
that General Porter dictated the fol-
lowing reply:
Sir: We have run the train of the
track, burned the cars, shot the con-
ductor, hanged the porter, and discon-
tinued the line. Hoping that this Will
be satisfactory, remain, etc.
| AS to whether, as Judge Gary said,
| the vast majority OF business men
and workmen are fair and sincere, we
don't know. We believe that the ma
| jority Of business men and workmen
are unfair and insincere. But of course
our experience is limited to landlords,
garage folk, hotel and restaurant peo-
| pie, theatrical managers who are Op-
posed to Ticket Speculations, tailors,
fight promoters, and brokers. So we
may be bigoted.
| When newspaper readers who don't
| ness that others Of US do see the names
of j. D. L. Jones and Arnold w. Jones
as members of the team playing abroad
! with w. T. Tilden, they wonder who
the Joneses are, and think-many Of
them do-that they are players of abil-
ity second only to Tilden's. "I thought
Johnston was the second best player;
not Jones'" somebody said to us yes
| tcrday. Well, Mr.. j. d. E. Jones is
an insurance man who lives in Provi-
dence. r. l. He plays good game,
but last year received no ranking. His
SON. Arnold W., ranked No. 2 in 1920
in the Junior list--second to Vincent
Richards. The matches they arc play
ing have nothing to d. with the Davis
! Cup. ---%
AS to Miss Edith Sigourncy, she
ranked No. . among the women in
1920. -
1t seemed to US that The Times, re-
porting the garden party Mr.. and Mrs.
Samuel untermyer gave the Poetry
Society Of America, fell down; and
we said so. But the Society's monthly
bulletin did not fall down, and the
| picture Of that SO fair scene and un-
! fcrgettable confuses forever the cynic
kraves who aver that poesy in this
land is moribund. Thus the bulletin:
| Guests proceeded first to the garden
enclosed, where they found one end
with tiers Of seats facing stage and
locking far out on q half-dozen foun-
tains leaping from long pool, shad-
owed by noble trees, and bordered
! by brilliant flowers. Here they lis
tened to an orchestra from the Metro
! politan Opera House playing magi-
cal, romantic music from Schumann
and Wagner, while wild birds in the
| trees flung in reckless sprays of grace
notes. 1t was an unforgettable hour
for city-weary people to como upon,
and many spoke OF the sacramental
kindness OF the host and hostess in
taking pains to share the poesy Of it
with all their guests.
Sustained effort is against the ad-
vice Of our physician, so after writing
a paragraph yesterday we rested by
reading fifteen pages OF Alice Adams,
Booth Tarkington's best book.
Early in his life it must have oc-
Cured to Mr.. Harrington to wonder
what q person looking into mirror
/ thinks about. Few Of his stories 20
to their end without having somebody
look into the mirror; and scenes Of
high delight and searching character
ization they are, too. Penrod Scho-
field, William Sylvanus Baxter jr.,
Alice Adams TO us the most
Joyous of the lot is the scene wherein
the youth gazes into the Pullman wash
room mirror; the name Of the story
was Mary Smith; it was a great story.
but we never find anybody who recalls
| 4. --
The esteemed American, in its cap-
srle fve-column account OF Peggy
Joyce's past, says something about her
penchant for fine feathers. Maybe r.
was the fine feathers that made her
Shat sne was. s.tt
1t is the compiler's comment. ON
books that interest most in the cata-
iogues Of William H. Allen, book dealer
at BAIT Walnut Street, Philadelphia.
Ftinst, OH Slason Thompson's The
Humber Poets: "A collection of news
paper and periodical verse, 1s7o-'s5.
Not poem that one can't understand
and not one that one wants to-" On
Gibbons d. and F. Of the r. E.: ODE
spite the de-luxity of the binding, the
edition is not worthless, as the print
is good.' On Lloyd Miflin's Echoes of
Greek Idylls: "Leaves slightly water
stained, or perhaps it's-what did
Theocritus drink, anyway"
These days we are considering writ
ing companion book to Don MARQUIS
booze volume. 1t is to treat of an an
cient Freudian and the title is to be
The Old Pgych.
The unspeakable lowness Of our
blood pressure has had, perhaps
enough publicity.
! Our circulation's poor. brt oup aF-