The Birmingham age-herald., 1921-05-07
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i ing into various parsonages where the furnishing them-on-on-on-o to be buried at last beneath the willow trees in some little country churchyard where her late husband, William, IThcmpson-now sleeps the sleep of the just.
 That anybody could infuse wit and humor into such a situation seems an impossibility, and yet Corra Harris My Son" is screamingly funny dis sertation-Un this very theme. However, deep down beneath all this Is a real. genuine old 7time religious fervor, which, when her son, Peter tells her how The has decided to be- come minister" nettles her beyond comprehension for nothing short of the witness of the spirit" is excuse in her mind for any man becoming a preacher-for that's what her husband had and which took him to glory.
 The new and fashionable city church is the scene of My Son" and his tri- umphs-all of which leads after so many years to his real conversion-for that The must be born~again," the low ing mother knows only too well from the experience she has gained through association with her sainted husband preacher. before he can become a great and honored worker in the Masters vineyard.
 The book is charmingly written, and brim-full of clever, original ideas, and Mrs. Harris has renewed again our 1 faith in her talent and her delicious sense of humor which radiates from the story like golden sparkles from the sun.
 | Of course, much interest centers about the Ibanez book, "The MayfIow- err (Flor de Mayo), because of the au, thor's great epic, "The Four Horse> men of the Apocalypse" and his recent visit to America when he wrote for [ several of the metropolitan newspa- : pers his impressions of various phases of us.
 I imagine the translation from the i Spanish by Arthur Livingston is an unusually accurate one-for the sway ing, lifting phraseolegy, the diction. the construction, all the flavor of Spanish insousiance and abandon is thcre-plus.
 tThe Mayfolwer" is the story of very simple valencian fisher folk-re- strained, yet dramatic; there is viv- idness of description which reminds the reader of Mare Nostrump (Our Sea) in which Ibanez used all his Spanish colorfulness in the painting.
 Combined with the vivid descrip- tions, are the grlling, elemental pie lures of human hopes and human 1 fears, human triumphs and human de- 1 spairs 8 miniature epic of the dwen- CTS on the Spanish seashore for whom the treacherous and uncertain waters and at once providers of life and | bringers of death.
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 the description in the opening chapter ,of The Mayflower," entitled "The Wid- ow's Tavern" in which the picture is drawn of the terrible storm, the ship wreck and the carnage-lives lost and women weeping for their men; hus- bands, fathers, brothers, sweethearts- and the coming of the dawn the next morning, when the sun lifted it's hypo- critical face above the line of the clear horizon, and spread an uncanny glitter of golden beauty over waters that peacefully carried long streaks of foam from the nights turmoil.
 The chapter, Mary and Jesus Meet ] is spectacular vivid description of the Spanish festival day, when Jews and Gentiles form the pageant which celebrates this day-suggest of an- other mmergau-another Pas sion Play"
 Listen to the way Ibanez tells it: 1 The Encuentro was at hand; two 1 processions Were coming down differ i ent streets; in one was the Virgin weeping sorrowfully, escorted by her guard of funeral grenadiers in the other, Jesus, in showy purple m zri tie, spangled with gold, his hair awry, his face stained with blood, collapsing under the burden of the cross. Around the Christ, to prevent his escape
 crowded the ruthless Jews, and witt