The Washington times., 1922-08-20

Is promised regularly. Ring Lard
ner, II. C. Witwer, Frank r.
Adams and George Ade furnish
scintillating wit enough to while
away a week of summer evenings
Kathleen Norris has one of her
touching stories reminiscent Of her
unforgettable Mother" She calls
II Roses Tiny Laddeen." mean.
ing, Of course. Roses orphan baby,
which his aunt, Mrs. Callahan,
wants to take to her own ample
bosom. Any one who knows the
Irish mother type win love this
story and he'll weep both for Joy
and sadness while he reads It.
For the flapper there is the true
story Of THE Sheik's" author. Z.
M. Hull. who isn't a man at all.
Nor yet young romantic girl. but
a woman, married. the mother Of
twenty-year-old daughter. and still
romantic. a ,..
A MOTHER interesting revela-
ton about Mrs. Hull is that
THE sheik"-which sold a quarter
Of a million copies in America
alone-was its authors first book.
She has. however. written q second
novel. "The Desert Healer" and II
will begin in the Cosmopolitan In
the October issue.
There are short stories by Peter
B. Kyne. Rex Beach. p. G. wode-
house. Marguerite Harrison and
Gouverneur Morris, and an inter-
esting installment Of His Chill
dren's Children" by Arthur Train.
sSWHAT's WRONG WITH THE
WORLDT" asks John d.
Works in a book Of 467 pages,
published by the Stratford Com.
pany. We have often had a han.
kering along this lire ourself,
and to the end of getting a bit
OF inside stuff on the question
have spent weary hours with
costly volumes of terrific weight
and import. So far, all we have
to show for our labors are i'm
paired eyesight, an appalling
sciolism, and a smattering OF
the Higher Criticism which our
good wife Is certain will in the
end lead to everlasting perdition.
Mr.. Works IL not at loss. In
sixty-two chapters he tells what
the trouble is. or rather what the
troubles are. for they are many.
according to the author. In one
chapter he gives the remedy.
Mr.. Works recital Of the woes
that afflict US covers approx.
imately the whole field Of human
endeavor, and would justify
even an optimist in concluding
that the whole world 10 wrong.
We fear we shall never know his
remedy, as not even the thought
Of our vacation could sustain. us
to the end of the volume. Maybe
later on, when winter comes, and
we are huddled up in our coal.
less mansion, we may perhaps
have further recourse to this
book to find out what IS the
trouble.
T,ITT e mystery other than
why 1t was written or. pub
lished is found in Tell England"
by Ernest Raymond Doran).
1t is supposed to be a great TO.
nance Of glorious youth--a gallant
story told with singular ease and
picturesqueness, an Odyssey Of
the young man.
Instead 1t appears to be
stringy narrative Of English col.
lege youths who go through the
Gallipoh campaign, encountering
rather ordinary incidents and va.
rious shifts Of scenery as their
yarn rambles on through some
three hundred pages.
1t may be that we are preju-
diced against books laden with
English phrases. Certainly, we did
not enjoy reference to newspaper
men as pressmen---a small point,
indeed. but we get an erroneous
picture as we see burly, begrimed
operators of Hoes and Gosses
covering a news event.
The author gives us a slight
kick In trying to present the sensa-
tions which a youth experiences in
killing his first Turk. But such
high spots as these do not seem
to satisfy when one seeks more
connected drama Of sturdier sub.
stance. .,.'.
Some readers may find Tell
England" interesting. Frankly,
we did not find 1t possible to pur.
sue the tale to It's conclusion. The
author called his yarn Tell Eng
land" We call our bit abo,it his