Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1927-02-06

New Volumes by James Henry Robinson and Loe Strache
Dog Story and More Adventures of fish by
Mary Roberts Rnehart

minds unbias. more of mellowing in
fiuence and q greater desire To see
America than to see himself by way
of this great country. So. in the
friendliest spirit and the most delight
full of ways, he tells what he saw and
how these things looked to him. He
talks of our universities, of our lit
erature and it's makers, of our Ian
guage in its common rootage with his
own and of the natural changes COM
ing to it in a new setting and a new
day. He talks of our characteristics
as they come to him. and touches
upon certain representative Ameri-
cans. In more personal way he
speaks of Jefferson and Lincoln and,
among the poets, of Emerson and
whitman. Whatever his theme, how
ever a wise and kindly man, as well
as a graphic and impressive writer.
shows keen eagerneSs of interest in
this new country which is after all,
part of the old country to which we
Allsbelong and from which we all de-
rive much Of our promise for the
future.
MY FRIEND THE DOG. BY Albert
Payson Terhune, author of Lad,
etc. Illustrated in color and with
pen drawings by Marguerite
kirmse. New York: Harper & Bro.
HERE is another Terhune book
= L about dogs for boys and girls and
men and women to own and cherish.
Aside from its stories, this is a beauti-
full book-all green and gold on the
outside, and on the. inside quite alive
with pictures by. a lady who is able to
get good deal OF the heart and mind
of a dog into his portrait These are
stories selected for one excellent fea-
son or another from Mr.. Terhunes
amazing dog lore. So you may be
sure that they are stories to be treas
ured, by virtue of their deep affection
for the dog and their genuine intimacy
with the feelings and ways of this
wonderful creature who--God knows
why!--has chosen man as the object.
of an undying devotion, of a perfectly
selfless love. First I'd have q boy
Then he should have a dog. And
around the two I'd build a little book.
shelf and fill it with true stories about
dogs Then ia know that in one re-
spect, at least, I'd fortified that boy
against loneliness and dozen other
of the besetments Of young life, of old
| life as well. And on that shelf, to be
sure, would rest, every story made by
Albert Payson Terhune, about his best
of friends. And others, too--many
others-from those who can get their
dogs across. alive, TO the printed page.
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TISH PLAYS THE GAME. BY Mary
Roberts Rinehart, author of
fish," etc. New York: George II.
Doran Co.
tnNE knows pretty well what's going
~ to happen here. For fish. an
old friend whose ways are by this time
| fairly caleulable. has the whole matter
| in hand. And does this Tish-you are
| asking-create her own situations as
we'll as fill them? Something like that
| which is, after all. much the way with
| the rest of us. We scramble together
| odds and ends of this and that from
our surroundings and call these sit
| uations. Having assembled them,
| often so ineptly, our next move is TO
run away from them, to renege the
whole game. Right here is the re-
freshing difference between us and
Tish. She plays the game with zest
and gaIlantry and sense of fun that
constitute the prime attraction of the
story itself Picked off the top OF al
most any passing day. here is a sum
of episodes and incidents that Is
broadly representative Of modern life
the common outlook, the general
| fronting upon both pleasures anu
| serious occupations, ways of behavior,
| modes of thought. Deity grouped in
a dramatic unity, these. offering the
familiar alternates of sense and nom
sense that give fish and her sponsor,
Mrs. Rinehart, prime opportunity Tor
| a special aptitude in the use of hun1or
as a medium of comment on things as
they are. However, the purpose here
| is the good story. purpose more than
fulfilled. Any deeper meanings that
| lie within the matter are made
subordinate to that of an hours en-
tertainment of that summed and aired
| sort in which this author is so ade-
quate and satisfying.
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THE DELECTABLE MOUNTAINS.
BY Struthers Burt, author of THE
interpreters House" etc. New
York: Charles Scribner's Sons.
IN his heart be is a lover, this
l. Struthers Burt, and in his mind
critic. So, with his hands he writes
romances based upon his hearts love
| for the solitudes--for the great West
for almost any long and lonesome
stretch Of earth. But, being even
more of an observer and interpreter
of current life than he is story teller,
| his novels are rich in interludes of