Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1932-12-04

Such a clear surprise, this, that the reader Is
sure to 60 back over it all again to mark the
places where Pinocchio, the marionette, turned
in;o-never mind find out for yourself, Just
what did happen to him at the last
An interesting matter that of the beginning
of tho puppet tribe. In the workshop of an old
furniture maker were all sorts of pieces Of
wood, of course. Among these he one day
picked up stick, just right for q new leg
to one of his tables AS he lifted his hatchet
to shape 1t q bit, little voice said Don't
strike mel" The workman was scared VINO
wouldn't BET "Nonsense!" he said, and brought
down the Ratchet snappily. "Ouch!" came
sharply from the stick and, Of course, the
man dropped 1t like hot coal. But he couldn't
forget it. Telling 1t to a man coming In he Was
glad enough to give the pesky thing away TO
Geppetto who, believe . it not, fashioned
Pinocchio out of that table leg And so many
things did Pinocchio become and do that for
hours on end one follows him, almost out Of
breath to catch up with him. to keep alongside
Of him. moral to the story? Oh sure! But
never mind. Take the enhancing story and
let the moral CO. till it crowds in despite Of you.
LEGENDS OF VIRGINIA BY Helena Iefroy
Caperton. Richmond: Jarrett & Massie,
Publishers.
DLACES, like folks. collect stories about them
selves. The most of these, in both cases,
fall away, soon forgotten. A few, on the other
aand, keep alive, keep growing tales do when,
inside them, the good seed of interesting action
stirs with the seasons wakens with the Spring
sap to fresh facings upon new days.
So every place has its store of ripened men,
cries and make-ups that, together, provide an
interesting backdrop for long evenings By the
fire when bedtime is to be overlooked and
avoided.
Certainly of all the regions roundabout, vir-
ginia is richest in these candied reports Of long
ago. The beautiful face of the country itself
and its early plantation life give 1t fine story
start. Here the bought man and the free man
live side by side, the slave and the overload
Great houses are fanked by Negro quarters.
Huge cotton fields spread like snow. Grooming
black men gather the creamy harvest balls. On
moonlit nights from cabin doors strange mel
odies float out, queer chanting strains brought
across the world of time and space All of this
interviewer to rich blends of fact and fancy
that, finally. take place in the old and dis
tinguished company of legends"
Only the story teller, only the true yarn
spinner, is needed to round hearsay and re-
peated bedtime story to legends of Virginia
And here she Is. Half Irish, for make-be-
heve, half American, for make-weight, this
writer has gathered from the ripe store around
her certain Of the old floating legends of Vir-
ylnia. And here the stories are. Not too many.
Only little book, fresh and inviting to the
last word And that is it should be. Each
Is meaty with action. Swift in its changing
colors romantic in its turn with real adventure
steering the action this way and that If you
care to know, critics have given this writer
high praise. And critics should know They
are paid to pass judgment upon companies of
words that go out for the main purpose of CIV
ing pleasure to the rest of us. very delightful
little book about the legends that Virginia has
collected among its many other great doings.