Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1922-06-02


wife Of the new poetry and its ain
lluehces, > And there is the Nacl;
, Sennett party his wife gives. in her
attempt to reform Butterfly Cente,,
from its highbrow art entertain
ments and teach her neighbors to
enjoy slapstick and pie-tbrowipp
es, 1t is all there: Main Street's
ciuo' and spiteful gossip, its soul
mate business, and its revolts. ON
the whole, as a parody it is really
well done and full of laughs. Read
! it.
The spiritual and emotional an
TOPOGRAPHY OF young man" is given
IN Robert Nathan's delicately slen-
der book Youth Grows Old
Mcbride, $3.50 of some half
hundred short poems and bits of
verse, varied in form and meter
the simplest of couplets and quat-
rains, to the perfect sonnet form and
the newest of free verse. 1t is not
all on the same high plane, but there
are wonderfully beautiful things here
and there throughout the little book
that make it treasure trove to those
who still like music and thought in
their poetic reading. AS when he
speculates on death:
old lives drift quietly on sleepy
days,
!, Falter and come to rest like rivered
leaves,
Like autumn leaves blown along
sunny water
Old lives are waiting for their yes
terdays
To catch them, until suddenly death
lays
A tiny finger on their sleepiness.
And they are less than wind on any
thing.
The foam of clouds, the rains adj
venturing.
You who have held death great,
learn it is not,
Silence comes hushing down, and the
last breath
Flutters against the dark and is
forgot.
And then so slight, so delicate is
death
That there is but the end of leaf $
fall,
A moment of no consequence at ALL
He has chosen the sonnet form for
the portion where he pleads with his
love, and that where he loses her
lboth beautifully done) as well as
for several other crucial points in
the autobiography. 1t ends with this
simple, yet quite unusual, bit of cpl
taph
Say he was sad, for there was none
to love him,
And sing his song.
Now he is still, and the brown thrush
above him
Sings all day long.
Say he was lost, for there was none
to find him.
And hold him tight
Now the brown hands OF mother
earth will mind him
Al through the night
Whether or no he persuades his
readers of the fallaCy of Darwin S
teachings, and the impiety OF those
who believe what science teaches Of
evolution. Bryan can not fail to i'm
press those who take up his book,
In His Image" (ReyelI, SLID with
his own supreme and literal faith.
He starts with the premise that a
belief in God must include a belief in
the Bible as one inspired book Of
divine origin, not number Of pieces
of literature brought together from
various sources and passed down to
us through the handling of various
scribes. rabbis and medieval doc
tors. Ignoring all that history and
science have taught, or soothing at
such teaching, he builds on his
premise of faith in the Bibles literal
truth. his structure of faith in the
dust-and-rib creation of man and
woman. The nine lectures OF which
the book is made up were delivered
at Union Theological Seminary, Va,
and are really lay sermons, in which
the author frequently shows the mar
rowness of vision and blindness to
all outside his one aim that have pre-
vented fulfillment of his political
aspiration in large part. There is
no question that he is a very good
man, very earnest one, and there
is no question that his book will re-
ceive eager approval from a wide cir
Gle of clergy and "the faithful" who
sit under them Sundays. Ellis Par