The Birmingham age-herald., 1924-09-28

likely by broadside-or a stern chase. But today The Buccaneer" is, different institution and we bow a polite ,salutation and acknowledge our genuine pleasure in Vol. 1. No. l." of the new poetry journal. The monthly is edited by William Russell Clark and published in Dallas.
 The magazine compares favorably with. any of the poetry publications Lin the country and more than fa- vorably with the usual small maga- zine. This issue (thirty-two pages) con tains work of such figures as Glenn Ward Dresbach, George Sterling, Charles Wharton Stork, and Margaret Widdemer; but, more significant than this, for the development of literature in this section, is the fact that it has strong southwestern flavor manifested in the verses of Stanley Babb, Grace Noll Crowell, Hilton Greer, Clyde Hill. Lexie Robertson, and Isaac Wade. Other writers from other localities of the south are John Richard Moreland and Clement Wood. We look for a very real accomplishment in literature once every section makes as deiiberate effort in self-interpretation as "The Buccaneer" forecasts for the southwest. Aside from the launch-of a new maga- zine, Clark seems to have taken oyer a second struggle--a combat with the doHghty Harriet Monroe over what con stitutes the reputable" in poetry. He does not, he says, consider the powder ed feminism of Miss Monroe's disciples reputable" The editor. we submit, has displayed real br.caneer boldness in that. We asked Ellen Glasgow recently what she could tell us of significant work done lately by southerners and she spoke highly of the work of 'The Re of Virginia Tun- stalls lyric and of Emily Clarks drawing in pastel of Sally" But when it came to book her word was all for Cahelps 'The High Place." which she thought "the most enchanting philo- sophical comedy since "Candide.' Tt is refreshing" she says, ito find a writer who does not feel obliged to translate his wit into dialect in order to be understood. However, l may be at fault in this matter. Judging by our popular magazines, I appear to be in 2 rapidly diminishing minority when admit that I find the English language more entertaining than the yernacular."
 New that Charles Neville Buck has his ''Rogue's Badge" off the presses of Doubleday, Page he is engaged on a serial which will shortly have magazine publication, story, he tells us, ''purely Kentucky mountain in theme>and color, an effort at contrast of types, throwing a shallow -pated, ultra modern flapper into that remote and still pioneer life, and attempting to show how she is her self reconstructed and how she becomes unconciously an agent for the recon struction of others" There is just one phrase which bother us. Just what does Mr. Buck means by ''still' pioneer life?
 Roy de s. Horn, author of "The Jinx of the 'Shandon Belle" as well as many other sea stories, is on asfour months cruise on the Atlantic. For merly a naval officer, Mir. Horn knows the sea and moreover, he is able to write about it. His first collection of stories is planned upon his return from the present cruise.
 Do Walt Whitman devotees know Clement and Mildred Woods little book For Walt Whitman?" The volume is a neat piece of bookmaking which lovers of good bookwork as well as Whitman's collectors cannot afford to ignore. It was published a year ago by Henry Saunders as/Toronto, Canada We sug- gest that reading of the essay on "The Good Red Poet" will make the best ap- proach to the volume.
 John Bennett has been gathering ma terial this summer for a long projected romance. His wandering have taken him to . the site of abandoned iron furances of the famous Hanging Rock district along the Ohio river, furnaces founded by Virginians in 1926. Other places on his itinery are ghcient Shep- herdstown, royal Charlestown, and the banks of the Potomac, It is to be a novel of the Virginia of hundred years ago, a romance of the movement vest ward of Virginia pioneers.
 Lawrence Stallings appears in "The New Republic" of September 11 with most vivid and realistic picture of front line trench life. "The Big Parade is the title.
 T. S. Stribblipg, once his 'The Low Road" is through the press, goes to Africa for a period of residence and writing, his next novel to have that continent for setting. North AnAer- ica, South America-and now Africa. We expect at least three more novels from Stribling-one dealing with Europe, one with Asia, and one with Australia. When he's finished up the continents, we shall not be surprised if he turns to Mars. By the way his