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"Lemozi" is good. Some of the translations are exceptionally good. There are pleasing things here and there in the book. But Dr. Guthrie has printed so much wretched stuff here, and printed it so cockily, that one cannot

but feel that he has had too much praise already and that it is a solemn duty in this instance to stress the bad

for the author's good. It looks as if Dr. Guthrie could be a good poet but, generally, won't. JOHN MCCLURE.

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THE WRISTS ON THE DOOR, by Horace Fish. B. W. Huebsch & Mitchell Kennerley, 1924.
THE ELEVENTH VIRGIN, by Dorothy Day. Albert & Chas. Boni, 1924.

IN OUR TIME, by Ernest Hemingway. Three Mountains Press, 1924.
BORN RICH, by Hughes Cornell. George W. Jacobs & Co., 1924.
MEN OF EARTH, by Bernice Brown. G. P. Putnam's Sons, 1924.

THE PHILOSOPHER'S STONE, by J. Anker Larsen. A. A. Knopf, 1924.

LA DAME DE SAINTE HERMINE, by Grace King. Macmillan, 1924.

THE POLITICAL CAREER OF LORD BYRON, by Dora Neill Raymond. Henry Holt & Co., 1924.

Boni & Liveright, 1924.

THE PEOPLE'S CORPORATION, by King C. Gilette.
ARIEL: THE LIFE OF SHELLEY, by André Maurois. D. Appleton & Co., 1924.

THE SAINT'S THEATRE, by Horace Fish. B. W. Huebsch & Mitchell Kennerley, 1924.
AD SOMNUM, by Ed. Viets. The Four Seas Co., 1924.

LEONID ANDREYEV, A CRITICAL STUDY, by Alexander Kaun. B. W. Huebsch, 1924. THE NEW VISION IN THE GERMAN ARTS, by Herman G. Scheffauer. B. W, Huebsch, 1924.

FORT OF NEW YORK, by Paul Rosenfeld. Harcourt Brace, 1924.

THE GREAT HOUSE IN THE PARK, by The Author of The House on Charles St. Duffield & Co., 1924.

SUNRISE TRUMPETS, by Joseph Auslander. Harper & Bros., 1924.

THE NEW CANDIDE, by John Cournos. Bond & Liveright, 1924.

PATRICIA'S AWAKENING, by Harold James Barrett. Thos. Y. Crowell, 1924.

JOURNAL OF HIS FIRST VOYAGE TO AMERICA, by Christopher Columbus. A. & C. Boni, 1924.

IN THE MIDST OF LIFE, by Ambrose Bierce. A. &C. Boni, 1924.

ISRAEL POTTER, oy Herman Melville. A. & C. Boni, 1924.

A BASKET OF POSIES, by George S. Chappell. A. & C. Boni, 1924.

IN HIGHWAYS AND BYWAYS. D. D. Brodie. Torch Press, Bookfellows, 1924.

THE POT BOILER, by Upton Sinclair. E. Haldemann-Julius, 1924.

THE MILLENIUM, Upton Sinclair. E. Haldemann-Julius, 1924.

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By COURTLAND DARKE BAKER

I

With how great suddenness within my mind
From out antiquity

A naked youth throws the great discus

Into the purple air, and

Crowned with twisted laurel, sinks

Into mists that blur unendingly.

II

Night is a pattering of boys

Racing the wind!

Beyond the citrus trees, over the cedar hills-
Athens!

Speed on-faster

In your slim youth's glory

Faster to Athens!

III

(THE THREE FATES OF THE ELGIN MARBLES)

The pathos of dead draperies

Revives memories .

Living, moving in quiet purple folds of wool.
How must the people have wept,

Seeing the sorrows of crushed tears

In your deep eyes.

IV.

(GREECE OF THE FIFTH CENTURY)

The glory of broken things and gods is upon you,

The sadness of things ended

Waves of scarlet on grey rocks,

Hearts of women,

Marble columns splintered on an iris sky.

Flake

By ALFRED POLGAR (Translated By Eva Goldbeck)

HE play had five acts, four interHe sat on aisle, she at his left, and next to her a strange man in festive habit. This gentleman was smooth-shaven, and had something in his being and bearing, a tune-sais-quoi in the shape of his chin and the stroke of his lashes, that guaranteed the genuineness of his pearl pearl studs.

Tmis pony had five acts, four intere

Aisle seats are pleasant. They permit not only greater freedom in sitting, but also in going and coming; they heighten self-consciousness, they confer distinction, superiority to the general audience. They are worthy of endeavor, like the end-pieces of tarts and cakes. (But that doesn't pertain to the subject.)

On the way home the couple quarreled. She grew angry and her speech became acid. Points of view collided. In the tower of Babel, which every manand-woman relation builds, little stone on stone, in the course of the years, an unholy confusion of tongues arose. The arch-enmity of people bound to each other was unmasked. They walked, not four inches apart, side by side. . between them the ocean.

To remove the little tension he said, apparently impelled by irritation, "Your dress is provocative. Everybody looked at you."

"I noticed it,"-(slowly the ocean evaporated)-she replied sharply. But it was no longer the acid of vinegar,

but the pleasant pungency of cologne water.

"Impudent, how the fellow next to you stared at you." He asserted that just on a chance, out of a generous impulse. "He fairly fingered you with his eyes."

"Not only with his eyes. Once I bent down to pick up the programme..he bent down too and tried to stroke my hand. . he was fresh anyhow. I had to sit sideways to avoid his knee." "Why didn't you tell me that?" "I didn't want a scene."

Oh, the dear liar! A scene! As if she had needed to fear that. As if she didn't know her friend! Was he the man to take offense at the gallantries of a courteous young man? Was he himself not glad to show every politeness to young ladies? Did he underestimate the erotic fluid of his feminine neighbor? Had he never with caressing and peremptory hand, to speak extemporaneously, appealed to the slut in a lady . . . and should he be indignant because the appeal had now been directed to his lady?

What can one answer to so childish a pretext: fear of a scene? He answered, "You darling!" It is a phrase which in the conversation with one's sweetheart occupies a position like that of the Telemachus jump in skiing. Further gliding is prevented. Abyses lurking about the conversation are once again cheated of their victim.

But at night something occurred to

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