Evening star., 1934-06-17
0T SARAH BOWERMAN
The Story of q Chinese Student Told by a
Russian-A Washingtouiau'S Book ON .
ManchNr1a.

Postwar reconstruction failed and chaos con-
fronted the world The old laissez-faire sys-
tenn, or lack Of system, has long been dead In
reality, though in 1928 1t would have seemed
to observer that in America it was entering
o new golden age. When the boom collapsed
In the Autumn of 1929, Mr. Hoover Immediately
saw the need for collective action. President
Roosevelt has seen the need for more collective
action, Both have recognized the responsibility
of the modern state for the economy 1t has
brought forth After examining the chief
alternatives in the present economic order,
including a directed economy and COM
pensated economy, Mr. Lippmann outlines his
idea of government responsible for the eco
nomic system, and yet preserving liberty He
believes in free colectivism, opposed to
absolute collectiyiSm, collectiylSm which VIII
insure both economic security and personal
liberty The regime of liberty should be forti-
fed upon a foundation OF private property
and by private property he means Substantial
security Of income necessary to existence" The
reasonably prudent man" should have
income "at the mercy of electoral ma
jorities, official DEGREES, administrative deci-
sions, or the preferences of employers and
other superior persons. In the pursuit OF
such a policy proletarian insecurity must first
be attacked. SPECIFIC methods are not part
of Mr.. Lppmann's present discussion, but ne
could undoubtedly offer code" for the carry
ing out of his plan, which seems almost Utopian
in its perfection, but is not necessarily impos-
sibe in modern age which has already
plished many miracles.
STARS TO STEER BY. BY Helen Follett New
York: The Macmillan Co.
INSPIRED by Masefelds line, "An ask is
! tall ship and star to steer her BY" and her
own inborn love of the sea- Mrs Folett's daugh-
for ded IN following
that which resulted in Magic Portfolios" This
time the South Seas tempted them. and they
earned their way with their typewriters as they
went. They kept a record OF their route by
a green line chart Of the world, with
pictures Of their Doodle bag, fat or lean, mark
ing the state Of their finances For Barbara,
cruising the broad Pacific in any kind Of cargo
boat and finally in the sailing ship of her
quest, was the summum bonum; for Mrs. Fol-
lett and for us the stops at the islands were
even more delightful. We first meet them in
a bamboo shack at Papeete studying the chart,
which Is paper weighted by a coconut, a
guava, avocado and a Eat banana; we leave
them nearly two years later landing at Ho-
quiam, Wash, after Barbaras grand climax,
sailing from Honolulu in the hve-masted
schooner Vigilant. with the famous Matt
Peasley skipper. She climbed the rigging, too.
and sat on the crosstrees, as she had always
wanted to do
DESCRIPTIONS OF the stays OF the fOleLLS IN
Tahiti and Samoa illustrate how different the
same places may seem, according to the per-
sonalities and desires for experience of the
observers. The South Sea Islands of Mrs. Fol-
lett and Barbara are very different from the
South Sea Islands of Somerset Vaughan and
Frederick O'Bren. The islanders may in real
ity be q dying race victims of the diseases OF
the white men; the islands may be languorous
setting for exotic sex adventure. Mrs. Follett
daughter undoubtedly
were looking for pleasanter things-snd found
them-and they have produced very pleasant
book. In Tahiti they found joyous companions
in Matu, Marie and Cecile, with whom they
swan, danced, sang and ate huge feasts Of
breadfruit mangoeS, coconut puddings and
fish freshly caught by these gay native girls, and
a coSmic SeeresS friend in Mama Colby, mother
of all Tahiti-of all Polynesia who guided
them a jungle trip In the Tongan Islands
Barbara was offered the opportunity to become
Tongan princess-an idea which she played
with romantically but resigned in favor of Eva,
her favorite Samoan companion. In Samoa
there was also hoSpitable, deaf Miss Gill, at
whose bungalow they lived, protected and ter
rified by her appalling parrot Cocky. Every
where they were showered with gifts, for, of
course, they must collect" something-tapa
pieces mats baskets, fans. In Samoa they
spent some time in native village, living in
a grass hut, and one morning before sunrise
they climbed the mountain jungle path Of Stev-
enSons grave They were seaSick, too, just
once, and counted that another experience
of the pilgrimage. And whenever the little
Doodle bag began to grow thin, they found some
typing to do a check for article arrived.
THE PROVINCIAL LADY IN AMERICA. BY
E. M. Delafied illustrated by Margaret
Freeman. New York: Harper & Bros
I UNDERTAKING her American iournev with