Evening star., 1932-10-16
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IN Unusual Negv Movel-Abpleton Biog-
raPhies Distinguised in Subjects and
Auth~ship-Other Books ofthc Week.

NOBODY sTARvEs. BY Catherine Brody,
author of West Of Fifth" etc. New York:
LOngmans, Green & Co.
LEAR is more terrifying than any fact can
be. Fear picks the padlocks Of sleep,
it nudges remndingly moments OF ease. 1t
crowds into scenes OF gaiety, 1t obtrudes upon
the days work. Fear is furtive insidious,
crafty ever-present elusive. fact can pe
met Knocked down, maybe. Looked In the
eve at any rate. fear impends, every sec
ond seeming about to drop.
OF all fears, the most common one, the
most undramatic In its dress and seeming, the
most casual one as it were, Is the fear OF
losing a Job The most terrible and far-reach-
ing Of them all. Every day we meet case on
the street, three a dozen, 20. The cause?
No matter Here Is the hideous fear. How
ever
Nobody Starves" is Miss Brody's way Of
telling about the great fear. 1t Is in the main,
a story Of Molly and Bill, factory workers
And here the great machine shop Is set out
in its orderly, in its grimly indomitable per-
forfhance of turning out daily an unbelievable
but certain quantity Of things made. Things
and things and things. wizard. the machine!
One alone equal to 20 men, or 80 But where
have the men gone? The 20? The 80? God
knowsl
upon its surface by virtue Of its commonplace
happenings. Boys and girls, men and women,
doing this and that Of mechanical action. Whis-
pered comment and gossip, sudden silence for
the supervisor is at the door. He moves about.
Beckons a to follow him outside. And
then Fear leers in at the window, or shufheS
a step on the floor. Maybe, just maybe
Well, since this is a story Mary and Bill get
married. Both work q part Of the time, one
a part Of the time Neither work sometimes.
What's the use! You know the story and
you do not like It, Miss Brody follows the
trail she has set out upon like sleuth. No
departures from the facts, as they are No
over-stressing Of these, since they do not need
it. Like a stole she tells this story of fear
Like the duest OF realists she gathers the facts,
arranges them, gives touch Of color here
just a dab, gray at that-eases a half-inch
there. But no more.
grim, gray, great story, whose unsleepng
ghost is Fear of Losing the Job!
GOLD IN THEM HILLS By c. B. Glasscock,
author Of The Big Bonanza" etc. Illus
trated. indianapolis: The Bobbs Merrill Co.
IT began in 40 with the gold rush to Cali
fornia. And this story, 1t says, is an
account Of the Vests last wild mining days"
As it is moreover, in large part the personal
recollections Of the author himself. With Q
good map to guide us along the way this au-
thor tells Of mining days in the desert. OF
the great mining camps, Tonopah, Goldfeld,
Rhyolite, Rawhide too many others to count.
Dreams the most of them that, starting to take
shape as fact. dissolved again into their
ethereal lack Of substance.
A true story Mr. Gasscock's own word for it.
He was there But what stuff for the fabulist
it all is! The daring chances fortune yes
terday, not a nickel today! The high tides Of
passion where lawlessness was the rule. The
moments of high adventure where now and
then a gleam Of chivary shines-and then
dulls. Countless "reminiscences of this and that
one. then nobodes now pretty much everybody
in their own esteem at least. Fleetng glimpses
are afforded Of Frank Lowden. Barney Baruch,
Tex Rickard, Charles Schwab, Key Pittman,
Tasksr Oddie, real men, besides others that
have faded into myth and legend.
The pictures tell good story, no less than
the print does. The print, however, tells that
one day Jim Butler went out to hunt up his
strayed burro Sitting down on a rock to
rest-Jim liked to rest-he Clipped of some
of the rock. And that is right where the great
business of Tonopah and Roundabout began.
That's where many subsequent American mil
ionaire got his start. And so, one of the finest
touches about Mr.. Glasscock's Gold in Them
Hills" Is its dedication. "To"-the little pic
tured burro natural as life and looking entirely
innocent Of such momentous things as are
ascribed to him. Charming that and so essen
TALLY and finely a clear case Of poetic justice"
An important chapter of American history.
An Incompatible adventure. story Of deep
interest A human document Of substance and
worth.
SAD INDIAN: A Novel About Mexico. BY
Thames Williamson, author Of I'm Crusack's
House." etc. New York: Harcourt, Brace
4 Co.
THE sad Indian" is Juan, Mexican peon.
J This Is story of native bewilderment and
Illustration under an alien control of white and
mixed breeds The picture expands to take In,
as background, a sizable part Of Mexico under
conditions similar to those surrounding Juan