The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1927-11-07

L ne PIuCocraJ putting MN on
palatial steamship and sending him
over to Europe to do all those things
which have made our name by-word
believing and Dragging, scattering
his dollars about and jeering at the
relics of ancient culture The adver-
Using men, needless to say, were en-
raptured with such hero, and pre-
pared for this best-seller a series Of
cartoons representing "rah-rah boy
parading down the street, ringing a
bell with one hand and waving an
American flag with the other, shout
ing defiance to all enemies of NAM
mon. Needless to say, it is from the
palatial establishment of Doubleday,
Page & Company that this patriotic
demonstration enanatcs.
As foil to his -plutocrat Mr..
Harrington provides a feeble-souled
creature, alleged to be a New York
editor; his collapse at the end serves
as a warning to all young men who
may be tempted to think or speak ir-
reverently of a plutocrat. This editor
is an intellectual" and hundred per-
cent literature makes plain that such
persons have become source of in
tense annoyance to our propertied
classes. Colonel Lorimer can hardly
get out an issue of his paper without
a sheer at them. On the whole |
should say that the editors of the
New Republic" have cause to be well
pleased with their achievements to
date.
And Major Rupert anoth-
er military title. He has been a gra-
cious host to me, and am panied to
have to point out the economic i'm
pications of his writings. Major
Hughes also goes in for romance"
the aristocratic elegance of our an
cestors. If he strives to prove that
the morals of these ancestors were
the same as those of Hollywood, you
are not to assume that he means i'm
politeness to our ancestors. "The
Golden Ladder is a lively tale about
an adventurous lady who rose from
the gutter to vast wealth, and intim-
acy with Gertrude Atherton's royal
souled hero, the "Conqueror," Alex
ander Hamilton. And then "Souls for
Sale" very shrewdly disguised pro-
paganda for the glories of high-sal-
aried Hollywood; it made marvel
lousy successful picture, and in the
middle Of it you saw the film queens
parading, one after another in their
own persons, each one duly labeled.
Never was there such a box-office
rush!
Nor must this discussion of rom
ance omit Elinor Glyn, who has sue
ceeded Ouida as high priestess of lux
urious love. Like Ouida, she adds a
touch of preachment as a sop to the
censor. These proachments take place
upon tiger-slin rugs ard silken
couches; and when they are made into
pictures, Madame Glyn personally
supervises the local color. I had the
honor of sitting next to her at din
ner-party in Hollywood, and she ex-
planned to me gravely the high phil
csophical aims of her sex writings.
was duly impressed; but for some
reason, when l went home and told my
wife about it, was not able to COM
municate the impression. cannot
understand why the ladies are so
akeptical of one another; so it will be
better if confine my discussion to
our male romancers.
For example, Wallace Irwin; an
| old-time newspaper man from San
Francisco, who came to New York and
was introduced to high society by
Robbie Collier. In those old days he
wrote about a Japanese schoolboy
who was jolly fun; also he was per-
mitted by young Robbie to write Wig
orous Satire verse exposing the bru-
tality of big business. But now, alas,
Robbie is dead, and the art of satire
has died with him; Colonel Lorimer