Evening star., 1936-01-05

| out having exchanged single clinical
remark"
This author, sometimes satirical,
always witty, with an underlying strata
of humor in what he wrote and said
had rather unusual daily routine
which his friend describes: Clarence
goes to sleep at 5 in the morning,
wakes at 3 in the afternoon, break
fasts at 4 and settles down to work
some time during the evening. His
world is bed world. At his side are
prodigious files-all sorts of scraps and
reminders, elaborately indexed."
In this bed existence in which Mr..
Day kept abreast of the times and pur-
sued his daily work one is reminded
of the mattress grave of the poet
Heine. Otherwise there seems no
similarity between the two, as some
critics have thought.
Father on Horseback" is one of the
most amusing chapters in Life With
Father" because Rob Roy, fathers
horse, Is so much like his master in
temperament that it's ludicrous.
Father and the French Court"-a
set of books his wife buys on the in
stallment plan as present for her
husband, but. becoming tired of the
$20-a-month payments. puts them on
her husbands table, leaving him to
finish the bargain. When two more
volumes arrive at the house and
mother announces that the messenger
is waiting in the hall for the money,
father explodes and answers, He can
go and wait in HE'LL" And adds: II hope
he sizzles there. too" Like most people,
however, who have explosive tempers.
he gives in. reads the books with much
caustic comment and ends by con-
cluding that after so years of married
life he can't make his wife out.
This last book of Mr.. Days has gone
into five editions and l14.OOO COPIES
have bene sold since the first printing
in August.
Mr.. Beebe Tells OF the
Lure Of Boston.
Mr.. Lucius Beebe in his Boston
and the Boston Legend" takes a most
refreshing and unStilted view of the
city long looked upon by some people
as the hub of the universe" and by
others Of a generous and unpro-
vincial way Of thinking, as a most
delightful old town in which one can
wander for days at a time on end and
always find interest, charm and en-
joyment. There's lively interest, too,
in the text of Mr. Beebe's book and
the illustrations are delightfully."- rem
iniscent to those who have spent
months of pleasant living in what is
after all one of Americas historic and
most individual cities. Even after
years OF absence the visitor will take
pleasure in wandering in and out
through the cow-pathy streets of the
old part OF the town, linger in Corn
Hill and look with some awe and much
admiration at the century-old houses
on Beacon street and the charm of
Louisburg Square.
Cultured, well-bred people are the
same the world over and literary
people wherever they are found are
much the same. The literary life Of
Boston in the nineteenth century
often impresses one as having been
looked upon as a meter; it lacked
spontaneity, impulsiveness. Things
pertaining to literature and the in
tellectual life were too much analyzed,
dissected. The beauty was sometimes
lost in the operation. 1t was Boston
woman who asked Robert Browning
what he meant by certain line in
one of his poems: 1t was in the hey
day of Browning clubs in this country.
The poet answered that he must have
known what he meant when he wrote
it-but that he had forgotten. The
inspiration had cooled
Claire Price. in writing of Mr.. Rud-
yard Kipling's 10th birthday anniver-
sary, gives picture and some details of
his life at the present time that are
most grateful to Kipling lovers, for they
hear so little about him nowadays.
Outside of the village of Burwash in
Sussex he Is not often seen except in
the country surrounding Bateman's
Farm, the Elizabethan manor house
in which he has gathered his lares and
penates and in which he spends his
days. The villagers admire and re-
spect him and, best of all, respect the
life he has elected to live. While
India and Kipling are synonymous
names, one can but be deeply i'm
pressed with his sincere feeling of
love nd nride in Enoland
And England loves her Kipling as