Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1931-06-07
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Into the status and obligations OF the warrior
are illuminative Of the savage mind in its
outlook upon the life around, the seen and
the unseen life. Pathetic. too. For this was just
q boy, lonesome, like all boys. Alone under try
ing conditions Certainly with not little Of
fear in his heart. A stole, though, as Is the
way Of the Indian. Here are hunts and raids
upon other tribes trials Of endurance, feats Of
daring-just the adaptation of primitive man to
his surroundings. He was still lad, only about
ID. when his people joined the forces OF Sitting
Bull moving toward the Little Big Horn. Past
this point the matter becomes Of less value a.
authentic report, there taking on the char
acter Of assertion and denial Of report and
legend. to which Wooden Leg clearly contri-
butes share. Good story and valuable at
points. Not good history, as only mediocre re-
search is calculated to demonstrate
CUPBOARD LOVE. BY Nancy Hoyt, author OF
Roundabout" etc. New York: Doubleday.
Doran and Co.
THE modern novel, aping current life, as all
good fiction is told to do, to a great extent
nowadays uses the marriage ceremony as q
springboard for leaping of into every sort Of
free and lattudinous behavior
In grandmother's day q maiden slipped from
the cloister of fathers house into the even moro
restricted area of husbands bed-and- board.
Not 50 any more. For here Is novel right
on the press, right Off the moment, too. in evi-
dence that times have changed.
These are all newly married folks Very
yong. though not so young as they used to
be, for the female is growing uncannily shy
Of bondage They are all gay. EVERYBODY d
gay now 1t Is the fashion. A good fashion,
too.
Seemingly there Is no daytime In the do
nestle economy OF these people. So. maybe
resentful Of such shortage they turn night into
day. into a merry making day, patching on an
hour or two of rest at the end of whatever
Of n1irth and madness may have been going
on. Wives lose their husbands but without
alarm, since there IS loose husband at hand
in about every case to be appropriated.
Dancing is the prime domestic preoccupation-
Eating is picnic process, carried on here and
there at random Sudden auto excursions with
mixed partners are something Of an industry.
Gambling little or more. An easily recog-
nzable group, this one. Only one girl ap-
pears to have sense enough to make shift for
herself and for now and then one of the others.
See here kid, you have to work for happiness.
You don't get it without work." and she rights
the weeping lady up from the welter of her
own emotions. That is about the run OF
this matter. That which saves this too too
modern tale is the clever wit Of the writer.
It Is her turn Of common sense. of keen satire,
OF sophisticate Unlocking. These bring tenn
porary relief to a picture Of passing life in one
of its wide -open spaces. The satirical little
yarn gives shade of easement to much Of the
utter banality Of current fiction.
D'ARTAGNAN'S LETTER. BY M. and H. Bed
ford-Jones. New York: Covici-Friede, pub
fishers
DEEPLY interested in early French letters
- and manuscripts Mr.. Bedford-Jones. some
thing like five years ago, went to France to
indulge himself in this preference and passion.
Time not wasted, after all. For out Of the pur-
suit came The Kings Passport" derived from
q Louis XIII document. Came also D'Arta-
gnan" after the manner of the great Dumas
himself, it is said Now from the same
quest comes this tale OF mystery and crime.
doubled and twisted to tormenting involutionS
Of design and action and outcome.
letter, declared to have been written by
D'Artagnan. greatest Of the great three. was,
with q lot Of old and miscella neous manuscripts.
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