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4 NOTES OF ART AND ARTISTS Colorful Exhibition of Handwrought Jewelry Opens at Jane Etchings and Water Colors by George C. Wales on View at Corcoran Gallery. BY LEILA MECHLIN. Frank Gardner hale, master craftsman of Boston, opened his! annual Washington exhibition at Jane Bartlett's last Wednesday morning, coming here straight from Richmond, where he had ex- hibited and lectured on his craft. This is the largest collection of handwrought jewelry that Mr.

Hale has ever shown in Washington, and it is in truth an amazing and beautiful display. Each i piece is separately designed and indl- 1 vidually a work of art: the workmanship approaches perfection. And above and beyond all is the fact that the designs and execution manifest the maker's own personality and his exceptional exquisite taste Mr. Hale has gathered his materials from all parts of the world China, India. South Africa, England and her possessions, here in our own land.

A beautiful brooch has been designed around a tiny little Wedgewood relieflight figures on a dark ground. This he has set in a gold leaf design, with pearls above and below and rubies to the right and left, giving just the right touch of color. In a ring for a man, very simply designed but beautifully wrought, he has set an old Roman intaglio. Mr Hale's jewelry is exceedingly colorful. To see it heaped on the case or as taken from the packing box it suggests nothing so much as the treasure found in cave.

But Mr. Hale never forgets that jewelry is ornament and that for the most part it Is purposed to be worn by gentle, gracious ladies, therefore, although he does not disregard style, his designs are always appropriate to such His designs are never copied from the past; they are of our day and our time of art. LITTLE farther up Connecticut 1 avenue. 1617. Mrs.

Johnson's, there will be displayed this week, beginning December 2 and continuing through the 7th. a very interesting collection of needlepoint by Amelia Muir Baldwin of Boston. The making of needlepoint is also one of the established art-crafts, a craft which Miss Baldwin, it is understood, has carried to great perfection. Needlepoint should not be confused with the ordinary tapestry, the one being done with the needle on canvas, the other woven on a loom. In the one the needle carries the wool back and forth; in the other the shuttle winds the thread around each of the cross threads and the work is done from the back.

Needlepoint is produced in all kinds of designs as well as conventional patterns. The most attractive are in the style employed in France during the time of the floral, but never florid. The degree of fineness depends upon the mesh of the canvas and the thickness of the wool. The best needlepoint has amazing durability, wearing and remaining in perfect condition not only for years, but for generations. Miss Baldwin has made a very careful study of authentic and historic patterns and examples and follows closely the tradition of earlier days.

This is essentially a woman's art, and one in which she has invariably excelled. Among the works to be shown by Miss Baldwin are wall hangings. Are screens, covers for chttts, sofas, benches, stools, etc. INDUSTRIAL art and the crafts seem to be taking foremast place in the i local field of art at this time. In additlon to the exhibitions just mentioned there has been and is continuing a most interesting showing of silver at Dulin set forth by the Gorham Co.

of New York. This exhibit includes copies of early American work, notably an excellent copy of a silver teapot by Paul Revere; examples of extremely modern design and workmanship by cotemporary silversmiths. and the finest of the ma- i chine-made silver. Excellent demon-; atration is given of the difference in sur- i face in the hand-wrought and the ma- i chine-made silverware, and due em-1 phasis is placed on design. This is.

as is so often said, a machine age, but exhibits such as this help to strengthen the position of the crafts and to demonstrate the fact that in the long run the machine-made article produced in quantity can never compete with the hand-wrought work produced singly. A GROUP of statuetes representing i nursery rhyme characters, modeled snd colored by Mrs. George Oakley Tot- ten of this city, has lately been shown in Bachrach's window on Connecticut avenue. Mrs. Totten, it will be remembered, began modeling such figures before she left Sweden.

Her themes then came from Swedish folklore and her work was beautifully rendered in porcelain by one of the leading Swedish porcelain manufacturers through her co-operation. Since her marriage to Maj. Totten. and in recent years, she has produced in less fine material, but with the same blithe spirit, these piquant little figures from our nursery rhymes. In the particular group set forth at this time one renews acquaintance with "Little tie Boy Blue," "Little Miss and 1 astride his little pony, with a real feather in his very satisfactory national hero.

Again we have art and industry' joining hands in happy union, for. after all. these little works are unique only in character. More than one can be produced by the same method, though each through its original source and coloring, is individual. 'A SPECIAL exhibition of etchings.

drypoints, lithographs and water colors by George C. Wales is scheduled to open in the Corcoran Gallery of Art on December 2 to continue to December 23, but in reality was on view there last week, having arrived perhaps a little in advance of its appointed timebut none too soon. Mr. Wales has made a specialty of ships, and none who love the sea could fail to find attraction and charm in his work. If we are not mistaken, Mr.

Wales comes of an old naval family, with traditions of the sea in his veins. Certainly it would be hard to believe that any one could interpret the old sailing ship so well without this background and kinship. And how beautiful they clipper ships of the past, their sails spread, dauntless as the birds of the air. gay with the spirit; of adventure, romantic in the extreme. How well, seeing these etchings of Mr.

Wales, one can understand Conrad's grief at the disappearance from the seas of the sailing snip, his lament that it had become a thing of the past. Mr. in his etchings shows the clipper ship under many cfrcumstance fog. breasting heavy seas, creeping stealthily over still waters, with the wind light and baffling, but always fascinating. He hints at the tragedy of the sea in two etchings of wrecks; he suggests the Joy of homecoming by an etching of a typical New England harbor; he suggests the romance of adventure by a boat setting sail Out of Sometimes, and most often, he uses pure etching.

Occasionally, however, as In he employs etching and drypoint, and in a single instanc By to Let ground. For five of his plates he has used drypoint exclusively. These include "Home of an and Out of His lithographs are historical in theme. One is of the frigate Constitution, which is being-saved by the Navy in co-operation with the people of the Nation. Another is of the sloop John Paul Jones in st, hHHIB HANDWROUGHT JEWELRY BY FRANK GARDNER HALE OF BOSTON ON EXHIBITION AT JANE BARTLETT'S.

mand, satlutlng its flagship. Others are of the packet ship Yorkshire and of the Nina, the latter a lithograph with water color. There are but three water Cutter and "Clipper Ship rendered in pure wash. A real page from our American very delightful exhibition. A BEAUTIFUL piece of sixteenth century Flemish tapestry, purchased by Mrs.

Eustis in Europe last season, has been permanently placed in the Eustis memorial room in the Corcoran Gallery of Art above the beautiful sculptured memorial representing "The Lament of Sir Ector for Sir This tapestry, which is almost a square, belongs in spirit, if not in fact, to the ag; of chivalry, and is a fine example of the art and at the same time suitable as a decoration. It is a most interesting composition. In the center is a cross-section of a palatial hall, classical in design, in which a group of figures is seen dining at a long table. In front of this is a courtyard or a walled garden, in which women are gathering flowers or taking the air. In the extreme foreground a hunt is in arriving on in the very center of the foreground is seen a wild boar, just speared.

But this pattern, which must be studied out to be understood, is woven in the midst, as it were, of a multiplicity of foliage forms, all held within a beautiful conventional border, Oddly enough, the simplicity with which this composition is treated is what today would be called extreme modernism. The tone of the whole is and gray, but rich and very effectivean exceptionally Interesting work. A PORTRAIT of William Cooper Procter of the well known firm of Procter Gamble, painted by Philip de Laszlo, has lately been placed on view in the Corcoran Gallery as a loan This portrait is a half-length and shows Mr. Procter seated against a dark background with his face turned slightly to the left. His left hand rests on his knee and holds his eyeglasses.

The head is a superb piece of paintingsimple, direct, full of a tour de force, a kind of technical acrobatic which fairly takes the breath of the technically trained, who realize in it brilliant achievement. And what is more, the portrait is extremely personal, alive, indicative of spirit and character as well as appearance. The unexplained disappearance of the lower part of the right arm, which simply goes out of the picture, is not agreeable, but when one has anything as fine as the painting of this head, why quibble over an Inadvertent shortcoming? Arms are not easily disposed in, and sometimes out, of portraits. This is a masterly Laszlo at his best. FITZHUGH BROWNE.

who is well known in this city through exhibition and acquaintance here, opens tomorrow in New York a special exhibition of recent portraits at i the Ainslie Galleries, to continue for a fortnight. Included in this exhibition is a por; trait which Miss Browne lately painted in this city of John Hays Hammond. Also included is a portrait of Mrs. Robert C. Ransdell of Washington, lent by Dr.

Ransdell. Miss Browne was commissioned last year by the New York Yacht Club to paint the portrait, for the club, of the King of Spain, who is an enthusiastic yachtsman, as all know. She went to Spain and the King graciously gave her six or more sittings of an hour each extraordinary concession. Her portrait, which has been declared very successful, will be shown in the coming exhibition for the first time publicly. Other interesting personalities in the I group which Miss Browne will set forth are Miss Martha Berry, a portrait lent by the Berry Schools, Georgia; Prof.

Elihu Thomson, lent by the Massachusetts Institute of Technology; Bobby Jones, the golfer, lent by the city of Atlanta, and Capt. Howard Blackburn, lent by the Master Association of Gloucester, Mass. Miss Browne has been doing good work for some times, but in recent years she has made broad strides forward, until she now holds her place among the foremost of our American portrait painters. TN the Smithsonian Building, under the auspices of the division of graphic arts of the National Museum, an exhibition of etchings by Dwight C. Sturges of Boston will be exhibited from today to December 29.

Mr. Sturges is a member of the Chicago, Boston and Brooklyn Societies of Etchers and of the Concord, Art Association. He has received awards in annual exhibitions and the Panama- Pacific Exposition, and is represented in the leading public as well as numerous private collections. The exhibition here will comprise 45 prints. AT the Yorke Gallery, 2000 street, beginning tomorrow and continuing to December 14, will be seen paintings by Florence Gibson McCabe and pictorial photographic prints by Bertrand H.

Wentworth of Gardiner. Me. Florence Gibson McCabe studied at the Art Institute of Chicago for four years, then after a year or two of illustrative work and mural decoration, she married and went to Oregon, where, in the solitude of the forest and in the presence of the great mountain peaks, she began to paint Just for the Joy of the painting. Her pictures are mostly of our impressive Far Western scenery, which she Interprets sympathetically. 1 Mr.

is essentially an artist THE SUNDAY "WASHINGTON, D. TTECEMBEB 1. TWO. with the camera, employing the lens and its photographic machanism as a medium. He arbitrarily limits his prints to from 20 to 100, and they are priced accordingly.

An amazing amount of the beauty of the Maine coast is to be found in Mr. interpretations and no end of pains is taken by him to secure exactly the right effect of light and shade and atmosphere. Patience to him means not merely waiting a few minutes, but sometimes weeks and months. But the result is compensating, is invariably worth the wait. For some reason Mr.

Wentworth calls his photographic interpretations of nature Possibly he means our legacy derived from nature. ANNOUNCEMENT has been made that Herbert E. Winlock, formerly of this city, has been appointed curator of Egyptian art at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Mr. Winlock joined the Metropolitan Egyptian expedition at its organization in the Autumn of 1906, having graduated from Harvard in the Spring.

He has been actively and successfully engaged in excavation ever since, except during the war years (1914-19), assisting first in the work at Lisht and later conducting the excavations at the Oasis of Khargch and at Thebes. Not only has he taken part in the expeditions, but also has made contribution through authorship. His wTitings are clear and exceedingly readable, but at the same time accurate and scholarly. Mr. Winlock succeeds Albert Morton Lythgoe, who now becomes curator emeritus.

AN exhibition of paintings by Theo J. Morgan will be held in the National Democratic Club, 1526 New Hampshire avenue, beginning December 15 and continuing for possibly a fortnight. This will Include his paintings entitled Wood and which received awards in the recent and now famous competition in Texas for Texas subjects. Mr. Morgan, who has been away from Washington for some years, has this Winter reopened his studio and residence on street southeast, a beautiful old house remodeled.

Mr. Morgan has at least two groups of paintings which are filling a number of engagements in different parts of the country. One will be shown In Pasadena this month, then at the East- West Gallery, San Francisco in January, later at. Flagstaff. and in Texas.

Another group is being shown in Cleveland and other Midwestern cities. AN exhibition of paintings by Clara R. Saunders will open at the Arts Club this afternoon. Miss Saunders' exhibition will comprise chiefly portraits and figure studies in water colorrecent works. New Ideas Revive Linen Trade Abroad An authority on the linen industry gircs an interesting illustration of how trade prospects have been recently improved by enterprise In salesmanship and design, and by study of the of the The linen Industry in England, and particularly In Scotland, has been Investigating Into ways and means of recovering from its depression.

The results are remarkable, and British linen is distinctly looking up. In the first place, in the matter of design, a definite breakaway has been made from the stereotyped patterns for the woven fabric as well as for the colored embroideries. Artists, untrammeled by overly technical knowledge, have been taken over by the Scottish Industry, and so original and striking haa their work proved that the sales have increased considerably, both in Britain and in the United States. In the matter of color, the Introduction of tinted tablecloths is being increasingly justified. A serious deterrent to the expansion of the Industry has been the substitution of plate mats, or tables for the cloth, on the grounds, presumably, of laundry-bill economy.

Population Grows Million in Year population Increased by nearly 1,000,000 last year, according to the report of a special committee appointed by the cabinet to study the food and population situation. The birth rate was almost double the death rate, it was shown, and was much higher in proportion to the total population than formerly. The numeric Increase in births was three times that of the increase in deaths. Births in Japan during 1928 totaled 2,100,000, representing a proportional increase of about 14 per cent in the total population, there being i 64,760,000 persons in Japan at the end of last year. Great interest is shown in the figures because they are official and because the government is making serious efforts to understand ly the population question and to vide methods for utilizing the increasing i numbers.

Despite all that is said at home and abroad, the Japanese are poor colonists and the authorities know this. Employment in industry and the use of larger areas of land for agricul, tural purposes, therefore, are the most suitable outlets for the growing poput lation, it is agreed. of (Continued From First Page.) gency existed. Cloclcs mean little in their workdays. President Hoover likes to read books on history, biography and detective yarns.

So does Mr. Barnes, albeit he thinks Mr. Hoover and the late President Wilson have read more detective stories than perused late at night. Both Hoover and Barnes are selfmade men. The former worked his way through college and was an orphan.

Mr. Barnes became self-reliant in his early and did not even get through his schools. In later years he bullded upon a public school education and became a well read man. Since he rose to eminence in the business world a half dozen colleges and universities have bestowed honorary degrees upon Mr. Barnes, and he is proud of them.

In his every-day routine handling big things, Mr. Barnes has the unusual faculty of putting behind him each ups and downs. He never carries to bed thoughts of what has gone before. Ever since he was a newsboy "tomorrow has been the with Julius H. Barnes, and the triumphs or tribulations of a yesterday are wiped from the slate of his memory.

Each Day Unto Itself. As the largest exporter of wheat, Mr. Barnes for many years has necessarily functioned as one of quick Judgment and decision, with the world markets as his field of operations. He has dealt in millions of bushels and dollars. Sometimes he has erred, sometimes executed great business coupes and trades; but his associates assert that never has he whimpered and never has he gloated.

It's all in a business, and the happy creed is that the balance sheet for each day stands for itself and is apart. With all his nervous energy and alert mind. Mr. Barnes is an affable, approachable, tolerant sort of fellow. Yet even his intimates know few anecdotes about him and he's never been heard to boost himself.

He says been too busy to tell stories, but he likes a clean joke and has an excellent sense of humor. What reserve he exhibits is not affectation. Nearly every minute of his time is sketched out in advance and he generally allows himself Just 10 to 12 minutes to catch a train. Barnes Is tall, but not too thin; blue eyed, of animated expression, quick in speech and reaction, willing to give as well B.s take council with all sorts of folks: the embodiment of a rather restless energy that goes with the accomplishment of big jobs, although he set out in life with no special career in view. "Then how did you happen to drift into the wheat he was asked by this interviewer.

"Well, it just so Mr. Barnes blandly replied. I see that you know that I sold newspapers. I was bom at Little Rock. in 1873, but my family soon came to Washington.

As a youngster I started out selling papers about the time President Garfield was shot. You will recall that he lingered for many days before death and there was Intense daily and hourly interest in his condition not only on the streets of Washington but throughout the Nation. I was lust a boy, and not an opportunist, but I learned about money-making during that anxious period and sold many papers. "Soon afterward my father, because of ill health, moved to the climate of Minnesota. My mother Is still living at a quite advanced age.

Out there I stayed in the newspaper business, getting to the extent of a delivery route for a morning paper. As a side job I went with the wheat brokerage house of Ward Ames. as an office boy and then as clerk: and so I rather drifted into the wheat exporting busi- I ness and been in it since. It was the first job that came to hand and I took it at a very small salary; I forget just what, maybe five or seven dollars a Parenthetically, that greatly developed wheat concern today is known as the Barnes-Ames Company, operat- ing grain elevators and ships and with branches In many cities and doing a world business, as before the war. Mr.

i Barnes is not only the directing genius of this far-flung organization, but his activities include the manufacturing of paper, rugs, fiber-board and letter- stamping machines and membership on the directorate of a large bank. you had started in the 1 office of a steel company, or a railroad company, for instance, instead of a wheat export firm, do you think you would or could have done so Mr. Barnes was asked! "I should hope smilingly responded Mr. Bames. "I think that very few of us may map out our careers in advance.

I know I had no such chart. Nature has not so made the average man. He comes into a job or a situation and develops into a success or failure. I took thp first thing that came along in Duluth and happened successfully to crass the threshold of the great wheat industry. Maybe I I might have fitted in as well somewhere Other Public Service.

Despite the exactions of many commercial affiliations, Mr. Barnes somehow has found time to participate in the work of national and international organizations of a semi-public character. He served two terms as president of the Chamber of Commerce of the United States and is now chairman of its board of directors. It was while president of the national chamber that Mr. Bames, with a delegation of several hundred other American business men, went to Rome, Italy, in 1922, to attend the Congress of the International Wall Street 'Chastened (Continued From Third Page).

other broker "For God's sake put in a bid or this fellow will be The tragedy had the effect of drawing employer and employes together in a way that never could have been brought i about in any other way. Wall Street before the break was haughty. During the break in many offices all ranks from office boys to the president could be seen gathered around the tickers in complete democracy. Chief executives who ordinarily would hold their confer- ences behind closed doors and maintain an official attitude to subordinates could be seen gathered in little anxious knots out In the open office. They made ab- solutely no effort to hide their anxiety, On the day before the rally many large houses were on the brink of bankruptcy.

The game was almost up and a large number of employes believed they soon would be looking for Jobs. This was frankly admitted. Sympathy and Loyalty. Clerks and secretaries wanted to show the sympathy they felt for the Big Bosses. The girls who day by day sit and take dictation in stony silence tried In a hundred ways to show their loyalty during the disaster.

Wall Street was drawn together in one big sorrowful family. When executives and clerks worked side by side for 72 hours at a stretch weary and tired-eyed, snatching a sandwich and a cup of coffee at their desks, human qualities came to the top. Each class admired the pluck and cour- age of the other. It was something like the spirit of comradeship that springs up among men after they have passed through battle and storm. But Wall Street wanted to laugh even lf the laugh sounded a little hysterical, Scores of Jokes found their way into circulation.

Anything to stop talking about ruin and losses. Many of these Jokes are unprintable, of course, but they were surprisingly wittj. One man stopped another and said, "Bill, on my feet for the first time in The other stared increduous- ly. "How did you do it, Al, in thlr, "i sold my automobile," eaid the other. This Joke was told by a man who was in sore straits and at his darkest Chamber of Commerce.

That congress laid down the principles which brought about a public opinion which eventuated in the formulation of the Dawes reparations plan. As head of the American delegation at Rome Mr. Bames skillfully played a difficult role in the then international drama affecting reparations. Oermany was not at the moment represented in the international congress and Prance had her troops in the Ruhr. The European picture was indeed drab and reparations a most delicate issue, which the French business representatives were reluctant even to discuss.

Mr. Barnes drafted the business man's formula for dealing with this ticklish question. It subsequently was Indorsed by European delegates and thereby the trail was cut out for a specific solution of the reparations problem. Last Summer, with Thomas W. Lamont of J.

P. Morgan Mr. Barnes went with another delegation of American business spokesmen to the Amsterdam meeting of the International Chamber. There Mr. Barnes was again projected into the spotlight and his speech on public versus private ownership and operation of business, particularly public utilities, created such comment and interest that it was translated into several languages.

In this utterance Mr. Bames attributed much of the great progress made by American industry to the fact that in this country there is general adherence to the theory of private ownership and operation, under Just and intelligent supervision, rather than government control. For this interview the "business of Julius H. Barnes, selected by President Hoover to take a leading part in the existing movement for maintenance of prosperity and stabilization of business, may be gleaned from an excerpt or two from his recently expressed surveys and observations. Mr.

Bames says; foundations of this Republic were laid by men of courage and ambition who rebelled against a social and political autocracy which suppressed the freedom of opportunity so essential to fair play. To those men it was not fair play when only fortunate in birth and material wealth possessed a voice in the selection of the administrative offices of the government and the enactment of laws under which all must live. "It is not fair play that either from human laws or from social custom a system should be evolved which would encase a man in the social stratum in which he has been placed by the accident of birth. In the Old World this rigid caste system freezes Into social strata and stifles individual talent and ambition. It is, in fact, the cause of and the excuse for the injection into government of organizations frankly devoted to the interest of a single section of their people.

America the various sports of our youth teach the principles of team play and of fair play. Americans, therefore, clearly recognize that it is a violation of this fair play when combinations of wealth and power are made to the detriment of the public. And it was to preserve the national policy of fair play that the theory of government regulations was evolved. This regulation, however, which controls practices and affects earnings, must, in the national interest, be restrained, and wise and generous. It must attract the enlistment of capital and the sendee of superior individual ability in order that regulated industry may march in with non-regulated industry in the development of economics and of service.

This philosophy guarantees individual security in the enjoyment of rewards secured by the natural processes of service to society. organized I business has keenly appreciated that the incentive to all effort rests on the confidence that superior service, in any i form, will be rewarded, and those rewards secured and Is Tolerant of Others. Turning away, in conclusion, from i the philosophical observations of the new "director of return again to his human side. As was said. Ihe is affable, tolerant.

He neither smokes, drinks, nor swears, but accords to his neighbor or associate the i privilege of following his own dictates i about such personal habits. Mr. Barnes is a man of constant energy; one woni ders when he sleeps. If he has to catch a train he allows himself the minimum of time to reach the station. But never missed a connection except one and then a drawbridge, across the river, caught his car in a jam.

During the period he was emerging from comparative business obscurity into a world figure of commerce he promoted a boat club in Duluth. He was a pioneer in the encouragement and development of flying boats and in the days when the automobile was new Mr. Barnes owned and drove one of the few machines in Duluth. Once, on an overnight drive from Duluth to I Minneapolis. Bames and a friend came to a bridge which, except for the framewoik, had been all torn down.

They dragged into place the discarded planks, crossed the structure and went their stopping, incidentally, to take up the planks again. That was another early illustration of Barnes efficiency and quick action. As a doer, rather than a dreamer, Mr. Barnes believes that American business in the present or any other situation, is fully capable of solving its own problems. The forthcoming economic conferences will afford American business another opportunity to demonstrate to all the world that it can absorb any temporary shock or upset without saci riflee of its traditional stability and ability to carry on.

moment, but he was extremely anxious that it should be passed on. "Don't forget to put that in your he said. Another Joke passed along by the Wall Street Journal is this: "Who is that haughty mannered man who is attracting so much attention?" asked a trader. "Why shouldn't he responded another trader. "He holds some stock rights that are actually worth But the real jokes will be whispered at stag parties for years, A Debtor Excuse, The stock market crash has not af.

mai as generally supposed. Many of them never heard about the stock market until it got on th flrst a es of the Losses in the stock market are being used by thousands of people to get out of paying their just debts. As the druggist In one small suburban town said a few days ago: "All the dead beats in town are saying they cannot pay me because they lost everything in the stock Wall Street is eager to get back to work. It wants to forget. The scars of the crash never will be wiped out, but the pain will lessen in new endeavor.

It is wearily "stooping to build again with worn-out Indian Plow Test in International Match George Garlow, 17-year-old Chippewa Indian boy from Middleport, near Brantford, Ontario, captured the sweepstakes over all competitors at the international plowing match held recently at Kingston, Ontario. This was the largest event of Its kind in the world, lasting four days, and in which there were 370 entries. The sweepstake prize was valued at Garlow also won a SSO watch as first prize for boys under 19. He has now purchased a farm in Ontario and will apply his prise money and skill toward an agricultural career. REVIEWS OF AUTUMN BOOKS The Autobiography of a Former President Arctic Lives Up to Its Name From a Number of Well Known Writers.

IDA GILBERT MYERS. LONG ago. half a thousand vears. in fact, before our present mode of reckoning time began, there lived a man who rose to the leadership of his state. A man wise in the law, firm in its equitable administration.

One who advocated prudence, thrift, simple practiced these himself as well. Under his guidance wars, for the time, became less frequent and fierce. Industry throve and prosperity became general. Toward the end of his term of office whispers gathered that he should be returned to public service. The whispers became vocal in eager words, and these united in a common clamor of demand on the part of the people.

At a critical and momentous point of the campaign this man made formal announcement. What he said was, in effect, do not choose to run again as consul of the Roman And so. Lucius Cinclnnatus went back to live upon his farm, "his small over on the far side of the Tiber. This simple event became historical and memorable, no doubt by virtue of the fact that it cuts to the bottom of man's dearest of power, passion for place, joy in homage, happiness in distinction and the apartness which every human secretly believes himself to deserve. To relinquish freely that which ministers to these natural urges is, indeed, an act of heroic personal sacrifice.

Not many times has history had a chance to record this act of political abnegation. Coming to our own day, Oeorgc Washington, in the stately phrase or his time and in reasoned words of political philosophy, refused to accept again the presidency of the United States. Much nearer yet to about two years Coolidge startled the whole world with the laconic "I do not choose to retiring from this into the silence again, leaving a clipped sentence to become a waymark in the annals of political history. THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF CALVIN COOLIDGE. New York: Cosmopolitan Book Corporaiton.

HE chances of having wise and A faithful public service are increased by a change in the presidential office after a moderate length of A single sentence drawn from the full and direct amplification of "I do not choose to made here by Mr. Coolidge as an important chapter in his own story of his life. This chapter rounds to a body of political wisdom applied to the chief executive office of a great country in respect to tenure cf that office. The story itself, running back to the earliest recollections of Mr. Coolidge and even beyond these for a gathering up of the family annals, is as straightfaring as is the famous pronouncement itself.

Out of it rise pictures that are reality itself. The Vermont farm, the village which it bordered, the men and women of the neighborhood, the store gatherings, the post office assemblies, the sugaring-off in early Spring, the blacksmithlng next door, the graingrinding down at the mill beside the you. too, were brought up in such surroundings you seize upon this vivid re-living of the early years of this i man with joy for the dearness of it all. Then the demands of education are so real clear New England obsession for a "good the little I old schoolhouse on to the village academy and finally to the college itself. I Soon one has to abandon this keen sense of partaking, for the young fellow Is getting ahead too fast for any general following in actual experience.

Here is the writer himself does not call it that. Nor even does he seem to sense it as that. But it is. And along with its growth there come to us, bit by so plain and practical, yet with a touch of the mystic about which this man pursued his own life. "Some power that I little suspected in my student days took me in charge and carried me on from the obscure neighborhood of Plymouth Notch to the occupancy of the White Students of political history will, no doubt, cherish this revelation for its sound philosophy, for its upright facing of political issues, for its mergence of these with the complete sum of the common life of a great people.

They will appreciate the attitude that the political man is also the man in civil life, subject to the same attitudes and exactions, urged and supported by the same ethics of conduct and behavior. That which served to give life meaning and value on the Vermont farm served no less along the political highway that led, finally, to Washington. "There is no dignity quite so impressive, and no independence quite so important, as living wjthin your Calvin Coolidge was brought up on that. He believed it. And so when he was the President of the United States he instituted measures of economy, or financial thrift on the part of the Government, of wise forward-looking into new and permanent expenditures, as well as into great savings that reacted in benefits upon every citizen of this great country.

Read this book for its wisdom in poll- 1 tics. Read it for its sincerity of revela- I tion. Read it for the tenderness that I underlies it at many a point. Read it as the disclosure of a man who possesses piety that works along every day in many a plain and practical issue, without any obvious con- cem about personal rewards, even those stored up in heaven watting for the man who has been a Christian on earth. AN ARCTIC RODEO.

By Daniel W. Streeter. Illustrated. New York. G.

A Sons. TT was not until tales of gumdrops for Eskimos made somewhat of a sensation two decades ago that writers about the frozen North began to get away from the grand, the gloomy and peculiar in dealing with their subject Hardship, tragedy and darkness stalked through their pages, with hardlv a rtpple of amusement to break the monotony. Mr. Streeter, author of "Denatured Africa," has gone almost to the other extreme; his description of a really serious and valuable trip is almost an endless succession of "wise it must be difficult to be both funny and instructive for 356 pages, but this author has accomplished it, wearisome though the lighter vein occasionally becomes. It is not as funny as "Salt Water although not far from the mark; nevertheless the entertained reader obtains and digests a really astonishing amount of Arctic information.

The mere perusal of the personnel who. headed by Capt. Bartlett. made this voyage in the antiquated schooner named the Eflle M. Morrissey gives a foretaste of some of the good things to be publisher a Montana cowboy, an expert big game archer, ichthyologist, wireless fiend, newsreel photographer, surgeon, zoologist, including the son of the discoverer of the Pole itself (who had never before been farther north than Maine).

The party went after narwhal white whales, walrus, sharks, facts and artifacts and obtained practically everything it started for, Including an unscheduled shipwreck which, treated as comically as any other event, could not possibly have been comic at the time. They were piped out of harbor by a volunteer bagpipe band; they returned to be held up at the cannon's mouth and searched for rum three or four times within a few hours. "Now we knew we had definitely reached pithy comment. All in all, An Arctic lives fully up to its name and if one is contemplating a trip, say. between Washington and New York he can assure himself a i delightful Journey by inserting this volume in his gladstone bag.

R. M. K. A ROOM OF OWN. By Virginia Woolf, author of ''Orlando," etc.

New Yorlc: Harcourt, Brace Co. TF, having started, you are bent upon A arriving, set out with Virginia Woolf. But if. contrariwise, you are easily seduced, happily led off by this inviting glance or that beckoning hand flutter, then go with her by all means. No.

this is not a me-owlng insinuation that Mrs. Woolf is possessed of a vagrant mind. I had hoped she was. For a true vagabondage must be a very beautiful No, none knows better what 6he is after, Just exactly what she is after, than does this distinguished writer. Yet, on thar morning, we seemed to be merely loitering all around London upon no definite errand, or so I for the moment thougnt.

Mrs. Woolf, both hands waving in some inclusive decision, spoke rather to herself than to me. "Men, men, they did all of this. They built cathedral and chapel, palace and dwelling, streets and parks and" the list was growing to take in the city itself and, by implication, the wide world too. "No wonder that women are so far behind.

They have had no great things to "Oh, I don't ventured have borne all the children, every one of them, and have wived all the husbands, wived them too lately at least submission and obedience and in absolute pecuniary dependence. That is quite a Job to turn off, if you ask "You are irrelevant, quite beside the question," almost snapped my gifted companion. And I. pained, fell silent. After miles of walking and volumes of self-communion on the part of Mrs.

Woolf, the point of the expedition came out. came out as we drifted into the library. Mrs. Woolf was hunting for the women who have, so far, made a dent in the field of authorship where men have already achieved so markedly. As I have already told you, this lady knew where she was going from the minute of her setting out.

Let me give you that objective now. Here it is. Before women can succeed in literature they must possess Independence and freedom. Translated into practical terms these are money and a room of own. Support and solitude for the full play dt-mental gifts and powers.

A complete liberation from the communal life that women, bringing up their children, placating their husbands, and running the full domestic machinery, lead in so large a measure even now. By this time we are fronting the book shelves and the long business begins. Understand this is not an adventure in acquiring knowledge. It is, instead, an undertaking to support Mrs. WooTs contention concerning woman writers.

And so the journey opens. Frcm Jane Austen to Rebecca West it takes its course in a deeply intelligent grasp of the essentials of the writing art, in an acutely waywise manner of probing for excellence and ferreting for weakness. Around each Mrs. Woolf spreads the manner of existence at the time of the writing under consideration, the preoccupation the author with ali a duties, with uninspiring tasks, with her lack of solitude for thought and its ripening, for the mediocre, relatively mediocre character of the output. Now if only Jane Austen had had a of her as it is whimsically put herevery cogently put, too other 1 heights she might have scaled than these which have given her the fame i that she yet commands.

It is here that the journey is even more than a Joy. It Is a stir to the in agreement, now and then in negationi but a stir every minute along the way. By means of the adventure a new lnlook is afforded upon literature as this has been affected by the women who are writing today and have written in the somewhat near past of their activity along this line. The appraisals of i present writers, woman writers, the i contrast of these with men similarly is all profitable to one. Not at its best profit in either acceptance or denial as such but in the originality of the writer herself, in the stirring of the mind along the subject in hand.

Much of this charm lies in the the reflections, by the asides of illustration and persuasion set up every other minute by this versatile and rather bewildering woman. THE MAN WHO PRETENDED. By W. B. Maxwell, author of of This etc.

New York: Doubleday, Doran Co. children are allowed to believe" in peace. As soon as an elder Is caught, even once, his downward swift and sure. Liar, deceiver, dissembler, hypocrite, charlatan, some of the names assigned him, or her. by the lily-white folks roundabout.

It is upon a deliberate program of that Mr. Maxwell works out one of his best and most original stories. It is the funeral of Oswald I father. The boy is not sorry that his father died, not sorry at all. But bereaved sons weep at the graves of their fathers.

A settled custom of filial and pious implications. So Oswald weepsnot noisily, yet no one can misa the i fact. "Poor good ar.d women pat his sleeve, and the men look upon him with kindly eyes. That the beginning. Nobody would spoil I this good story for you by a secondrate accounting of its progress.

At school, out in business and social life, it is the same. With no great natural gifts, Oswald Ralkes. by his uncannypower to visualise proper effects, so arranges and projects his behaviors as to gain respect and esteem, success and prosperity. He even pretended himself into matrimony, really against his will, but, in sum. the act promised more of advantage than the opposite of this.

Only one man. a sympathetic friend and admirer, saw exactly what had been going on. what was still going on. Then Oswald Ralkes fell sick, fell tired of making believe, as matter of fact. too tired." he moaned.

"I shirk the effort." shirk. You never have shirked. Oo on to the on "Pretend that 1 want to live?" And so the story ends. But you may be sure that the man did not die. An amazing excellence of Is not this tale.

Instead, a concentration of pretense in Oswald Raikes, where we, you and practice the same art. but in intermittent, unartful fashion? A liar and a hypocrite this Oswald Raikes? Yes, a mirror right there back of you. THE METHODIST FAUN. By Anne Parrish, author of etc. New York: Harper Bros.

'T'HE is a boy, but for the A moment let him go. It is in the re-creation of the small town that Anne Parrish here stands at her best. Let me say right away that by the "small town" I do not mean, nor does this author, any one of the little villages scattered ail over the country. In these days of im- 1 mediate communications and contacts, the residents of the hamlet resent the implication resting in the term. Resent it rightfully, for the is a sjbate of mind which city groups and city quarters represent quite as clearly aa does the little place ltsslf.

It is to this idea that Anne Parrish pays such devoted and delightful attention byway of th? Pine Hill that provides background here for men, women and children who appear to have taken full possession of the activities of this spot You know them, whether you are city dweller or a four-corner shopkeeper. The work of week days, the festivities of Saturday night, the pious enjoyments of Sunday, the general outlook, the familiar modes of know them all. But hardly ever have you had them presented you in a body and through the keen understanding and clear sympathy of an Anne Parrish. Every minute bubbles with laughter: one? in a while the laughter Is a bit In the main it is good and hearty and conducive to a truer understanding of the sort of thing that the reader himself really is, or herself. There is, it seems to me, but a single flaw in this clearly competent and interesting novel.

Anne Parrish has mishandled the A dreamy lad, Impractical and often impossible, loving to steal away by himself, as a true faun would, and only in solitude really being himself. A rather pathetic lad upon the whole, a clear misfit in the ordinary run of the village life. Had he lived otherwhere he would have been a poet, perhaps, or a painter. At any rate he calls for a sympathetic he does not get this. Anne Parrish is too taken up with the fact that this particular boy provided her with an irresistible opportunity to play off her own wit, her own sense of run.

her own widely recognized power to please the company. And so, having made the boy perfectly right in his future role of she appears to have been led off into the maternal tendency to spoil her offspring by an indulgence of herself. And ao. almost a fatality ensues. The I quite, but i instead.

Too bad! For It was a lovely chance! I DREAMERS OF EMPIRE. By Achmed Abdullah and T. Compton Pakenham. New York: Frederick A. Stokes Adventure, romance and historic truth combine here, in th? hands of that dramatic story-teller.

Achmed Abi dullah and his collaborator, Mr. Pakenham, to give several hours of absolute enjoyment. The reading over, you will fall into the child's game of choosing the best best to you. Is it the story of Cecil Rhodes that you delight most in? Or, Is it the strange adi ventures of that man who was stranger than any of his Ricn, ard Burton, who in 17 lan: guages?" Or Is it another who spreads a marvelous life out here for the enr thrallment of the less daring, the less active in their dreamings? Gen. Walk- II er, nearer home, no farther away than Central America, will startle and thrill you.

law-abiding citizen that you are. And here are other sorts of George Gordon, i pursuing a dream of Christianity as he i adventured in China and the Budan; i Lawrence, who spread before his life as its guide and rule a vision of jus; tice for the world itself. And here are Others, and after all. it Is much in the way of the telling that i a story lives or falls away into interest and forgetting. When it comes to that particular point, there are hosts of readers who will eagerly agree with me that when it come to roundl lng adventure into fullness of daring, into shifts of quick hazard, into the glamour of romance, into a portrayal i of mere man as a quite super being now and then, why.

at such junctures. 1 it is Achmed Abdullah who can do all this much better any one who, just at the moment, comes to mind. Did I choose my favorite story here? I did. Cecil Rhodes is fit to be any hero, any man of men. A finely inspirational romance, this one of Cecil death.

And all the others are fine, both in subject and in a beautifully understanding and dramatic projection. I BOOKS RECEIVED PLEASURE. By Ida Zeitlln. Illustrated by Theodore Nadejen. New York: Harper Brothers.

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