New-York tribune., 1922-09-10

IA startla his critical detractors
wAo look upon atm as q sex
obsesged anarch Of morals Is
that Sherwood Anderson is In sub-
stan1ial agreement with the argument
set fortA by A. S. n. Hutchinson
in .This Freedom In Anderson's opin-
ION the modern, independent woman is
the most tragic and pathetic figure in
the history os the race. "She has,
according TO Anderson. neither free
dom nor seif-fulHllment. The artist
type Of male, small minority, finds
her convenient and likes her because
she imposes no restrictions upon his
freedom; he treats her as pal and
playfellow; but he does not want her
to get hold on him. And the non
artist type, the salt Of the earth, Is
afraid of and distrusts her; he would
never marry her. She is, then, left
out all around. with no one to show
her an exclusive and lifelong devo-
tlon; her possibilities for fVslling her
life function as bearer and rearer
and protector Of children are meager
She is cramped, frustrated and pathetic.
She has been created by modern eco
nomic conditions. She won't last as a
type. The self-protective instinct of
the race, which finds its greatest force
in the family unit; will force her back
into the immemorial union with one
man and children. Meanwhile she is
putting up a brave and beautiful but
pathetic fight"
Had lunch to-day with EIinor Wyiie,
Eunice Tietjens, Jean Wright German
and Herbert German, all of whom have
just returned from a summer at the
Mcdowell Colony for artists at Peter
boro, N. II. At the table ! examined
the proofs of Germans Forthcoming
volume of poems, "The Barcarole of
James Smith" 1t promises to be one
of the seasons poetic delights. 1t is
acutely reminiscent of T. S. Eliot from
title to manner and even to content;
but no one whose poetic manner was
not in full growth before the publica-
tion of Sweeney Among the Nightin-
gales" and "The Love Song of j. Al
fred Prufrock" has written any dis
tinctiye poetry which does not hint Of
Eliot. Eliot is luminous star to
which to hitch ones wagon. And
Eliot derives heavily from Tristan
Corbiere and Jules Lafcrgue. German
Is much less the psychologue than is
Eliot; indeed, he is much less the in
dividual and original artist; but his
poetic whimsies, his melodic arrange
ment of curious polysyllables and
recondite geographical names, his
rhyming facility, give his verse a
happy, pleasing charm.
Nothing could amaze me more than
the change that has come over Eunice
since her marriage to CIoyd Head and
the birth of their child. Once
she was slim, fragile, nervous, excita-
bic, exotic, restless cosmopolite, for
ever rushing from Chicago to Paris,
Petersburg, Vienna, Toxic, Cairo, Buda.
pest, London, Shanghai, Seville and
where not; an advanced feminist, an
enemy of matrimony and all the lists
you have ever heard about on the sea
coasts of Bohemia and the mythical
haunts of the intelligentsia. And TO-
day, in full view of everybody in the
restaurant, she hauled out large cabi-
net photographs of her healthy, hand
some baby son and passed them around
to US, with the glowing pride of well
poised, happy Victorian mother, Just
as If Margaret Sanger, Lucy Stone
Havelock Ellis, Sigmund Freud, Ellen
Key and Rebecca West had never exist.
ed. And whereas ! used IN cont epo.
plate Eunice as a dazzling and inter.
esting spectacle which tightened anC
exacerbated my nerves like a pro
longed pizzacato on the violin, I nov
have toward her the warmest sort ot
frlendliness. In short, where once
admired. l now admire and like her
When | asked her why she was sc
changed, SO radiant, so jolly she an
swered quite simply: Because l an
happily married" Which, once you con
slider 1T, does explain quite perfectly.
AUGUST 80
This afternoon ] read book by {
man, the lulling, haunting charm o.
whose style and whose incredible ad
ventures magnetized my attention fo-
hours, even through interruptions ant
distractions at the office and the noist
and jostling of the subway. 1t is
take note of it, if my word counts
for anything with you-"Oceal
Echoes" 1t is by Arthur Mason. 1t i
published by Henry Holt & Co. 1t ha
a beautifully written and enthusiast
preface by William McFee. And th
narrative will enchant you. Mr. Masol
is a contemporary Jason who has beer
forever in search of the Golden Fleec
land, what is more, he has found it il
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