THE SUNDAY OREGOXIAX, PORTLAND, APRIL 30, 1923
GLORY OF FAILURE TO SAVE MONEY IS SEEN BY LOCAL PASTOR
Dr. W. B. Hinson Declares That Worldly Possessions Matter Nothing to Men Who Have Become Great Heroes of God Moses and John the Baptist Are Pointed Out by Minister as Famous Examples.
Tlie Glory or Failure.
Th-B-? all died in faith, not bavins re
ceived. Hebrews sj:13.
JAMES HILL, the builder of rail
ways and a millionaire, said, "I
can judge of your success by
your ability to save moiKy." John
Wesley, the father of Methodism, died
worth less than $100. The glory of
failure to save money, as illustrated
by Wesley and as contradicting Hill!
Undter the marvelous dome of St.
Paul's cathedral there is a monument
erected to Sir John Moore of Corunna,
who gloriously retreated and1 who
successfully suffered loss, and who
led his army out of a great trap, sav
ing the lives of thousands of men.
And the Irish poet Wolfe immortal
izing himself by eulogizing Moore
sings:
Slowly ana sadly we laid him down
From the lield of his fame, fresh and
gory,
We carved not a line, we raised not a
stone.
But we left hi-m alone with bis glory.
The glory of failure!
Oh. I look about me day by day and
see the men who have not succeeded;
the men who have not attained; the
men who have not received the re
wards that the world- offers to certain
people; the discouraged! men; the
downhearted men; the men who are
underneath burdens almost unbear- j
able; the men who cannot climb; the j
men. who are unable to overcome.
Some Are Heroes) of God.
And in a majority of cases they
are the great heroes of God and
heaven is reserved for those conspic
uous failure. And there is never a
week goes over my life but a wild
longing rises up In, my soul to sing
some song, to say some word, to do
some deed, that would be as a cup of
strength to those discouraged and dis
heartened ones, that would impart to
them some consciousness of apprecia
tion and sympathy and admiration
and good cheer.
I sing the hymn of the conquered.
Who fpll in the battle of life.
The hymn of the wounded and weary.
Who died overwhelmed in the strife;
Not the jubilant song of the victor
For whom the resounding acclaim
Of the nations was Tifted in chorus.
Whose brows wore the chaplet of fame;
But the hymn of the low and the humble.
The wounded, the weary of heart.
Who fought and who failed, acting bravelj
A nobie and desperate part.
Whose youth bore no fruit on its branched.
Whose hopes died in ashes away.
From whose hands slipped the prize they
had grasped at.
Who stood at the dying of day
With the wreck of their -life all around
them.
Unheeded, ' unpitied, alone.
With death swooping down o'er their
failures.
And all but their faith overthrown.
The glory of those un-succeeding
ones, who were unised.ucedi by the
prizes the world offers, and un
affrighted at all the hostilities which
surrounded them; the glory of those
who dared while daring was possible,
and who died when life could no
longer be maintained. If you dip Into
the past some two millenniums you
arrive at the time when Nero, emperor
of Rome, smeared- pitch upon men
and women who beJieved in the sav
iorhood of the son of God and' set
them on fire, while he .pursued his
deviltries illumined by light emitted
from those living torches. And you
go back to a time when a handful of
Spartan men held Thermopolae pass
against Xerxes and his horde until
they died' at their post. And- you go
back to when old Socrates was com
pelled1 to drink the hemlock and die.
And you go back to the time when
the son of God stood! before Pilate
who said, "Take him to the cross and
let him be put to death!" Failed! All
of them failed! Ah, did' they
Speak, history, who are life's victors,
Unroll thy long annals and say.
Are they those whom the world celled the
victors, ,
Who won the success of a day.
The martyrs or Nero? The Spartans who
fell at Thermopolae's tryst.
Or the Persians and Xerxes? j
His judges or Socrates? Pilate or Christ?
These are the failures! And, the !
Lordi write me down among them,
among the mighty men. who attained
unto th-e glory of conspicuous failure.
Write me down among tflem. Yes, for
they seemed to pass before me to
night as the gloaming was falling
over the world, ttiose men whom the
world called failures, these men of
whom the text says. "They all died in
faith, not having received." And I
saw that stalwart man who Jived
when the world was young, and in
obedience to the call of Jesus passed
out to be God's vagrant in the world.
and who lived and attained in things
moral and religious until he bore the
two titles that might well make an
arch-angel proud the "Father of the
Faithful" and the "Frienii jf God."
Other Failures Are Cited.
And when the wife of his youth
faltered and fell, he had no spot of
ground in the wide world of God
where he could bury the body of the
woman he loved. And he had to bar
ter with the children of Heth for a
place in which to burv his dead. And
he to whom had been promised the
land of Canaan, died without nossess-
ing anything but a grave at Maeh
pelah. A failure!
And Moses, born and reared where
he could put nis finger on the throne
of old Egypt, he, too, heard the call
and he Went out and became the poet,
philosopher, warrior, statesman; and
ne 1'vea his life, and came down, to
'the end of it, and leaving nothing
behind bim of worldly possession,
passed out to die alone with his God.
A failure! And John the Baptist, the
ringing voice of him thundering along
the Itiver Jordan until he struck ter
ror into Pharisee and Sadducee and
Herodian, but dying in a dungeon at
the behest of a little" kinglet inspired
by a woman in whom satan dwolt. A
failure! And a great man Paul, the
apofctle of the gentiles, writing his
epistles, preaching his sermons, liv
ing his wondanul life, and then to
put his neck down on the block and
lose bis head by the ax of a Roman
executioner on the Appian road. A
failure! And David Livingstone, over
in Africa, every tooth fallen out of
his read, every nerve an avenue for
the chargers of pain to prance along,
wrjtng in his diary the day before
he died a prayer that God's blessing
might rest on any man who would
help heal the open sore of the world
in poor down-trodden Africa. A
failure! And Chinese Gordon, shut up
in Khartoum the man who put a
handkerchief outside his tent by
which all men knew the great gen
eral was at prayer and might not be
disturbed scorning any weapon and
leading his troops to victory after
victory with a little cane he held in
his hand, and at last cooped up in the
city of the alien to be cowardly as
sassinated. A failure! And they only
represent a. great host of men and
women who stand with Browning as
of himself he says-;
One who never turned his back, but
marched breast forward,
Never doubted clouds would break.
Never dreamed though right were worsted,
that the wrong would triumph.
Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight
better, sleep to wake.
The men whom the world could not
satisfy; the men to whom the honors
of the world appeared as tinsel; the
men who were so large .in brain and
heart and aspiration and endeavor
that nothing in time could satisfy
them, and so they died in faith, not
having received.
Some Failures Glorious.
Oh.- but I glory in my knowledge
of and acquaintance with some of
thoss men in these later days of the
world's history; the men who cannot
be warped, and who cannot be
bought; the men who will not lie;
the men who believe, and believe in
the very innermost recess of the souli
the men who have got conviction and
the men who are held by that convic
tion; the men about whom nobody
would believe the slander; the men
who stand as the shadow of a great
rock in a weary land; the men who
can hardly pay their debts as they
wear the coats that shine, and are
splashed By the mud of some auto
driven-bu a, reckless fool of a society
woman ov a drunken man.
These 'failures of time, these fail
ures of the-world, are the heroes of
eternity, and the kingly priests of the
kingdom of God! The glory of failure!
Christ Worldly Failure.
I remember reading, when I knew
very little about the Christian relig
ion, where some man said, . "Jesus
Christ is the outstanding and con
spicuous failure of all history." Tes,
and the words are true. For he came
and he lived his life, fought his fight.
carved out his destiny, and then he
approached an hour when he had not
as many friends as I have got in this
I house at this moment; to the hour
when of all to whom he had spoken
and for whom he had wrought and
ministered and lived, there was not a
single one to say to the man who
1 swung the swishing scourge through
the air, "No more of that;
- And there was not one to lift the
hand amid the darkness of Golgotha
and wipe the spittle from the cheek
and the blood from the brow. And
there was not one to say, "Christ, I
do not know where you have gone in
what deep water, but as well as I
can, I come with you, and sympathet
ically I stand with you, and in my
heart there is love for you that the
darkness can never frighten away
and all the hostility of hell can never
kill."
Lonely Agony Described.
There was not one. And when in
the agony of his soul he cried, "My
God, why hast thou forsaken me?"
I have always thought and shall
think to my death that he emphasized
the pronoun "thou." AH others have
done It, they are all gone, the world
has deserted me, my own nation has
turned away from me, of all the
disciples there is not one remaining
with me, I only had thee, and now
thou hast withdrawn. My God, why
am I left the lonely failure of Cal
vary's cross?
But let the centuries sweep past,
and the glory of the failure of Gol
gotha lights my eye, heartens my
soul, and fills my mouth with words
of eulogy. He. is no failure tonight.
He is the one for whom all ad own
these two millenniums there have
been men. women and children too,
who dared -i highly resolve and
grandly live and magnificently die.
He is the one who inspired old Lat
imer in the blaze to say to Ridley,
"Play the man, and by God's grace
we will light a candle in England as
we thus blazingly die, that will never
be put out."
He Is the one concerning whom
John Brown's wife, when Claver
houseblew her husband's head off, and
turning said to her, "What do you
think of your husband now?" re
plied. "I always thought well of him.
( but by God, I never thought so well
I of him as at this moment."
; He is the one who, when Jamie
Douglas wended his way up the hill
side with provisions for hidden Chris
tians and was held up by Popish
men and held over a cliff as they
said. "Unljss you tell us where these
hiding Christians are. we will drop
you down." He is the one who in
spired Jamie Douglas as he looked
down into the deep abyss to say, "It
is not so deep as hell, and I will
never . tell, and you can drop me
down!" .
Tes, the failure of two millenniums
ago is the eulogized charms of to
night. And I am calling you by a
name that charms as does no other
name in the world.
Name Forever Potent.
And I am calling you by the name
of a person who enthralls by his
own personality as does no one else
who ever lived. And I am subduing
you into quiet attention and rever
ence and emotion by what? By
bidding you remember that wonder
ful living potent Jesus Christ, con
cerning whom Pharisee said to Sad
ducee as the sun sank into the west
and the night wind moaned as they
went away from Calvary's little hill,
"We are through with the Christ
now."
Jesus Christ, the glorious failure! 1
wonder if we dare stand beside him
in these testing days. Oh, I won
der if we dare go over and Join the
ranks of the failures with the Lord
Jesus Christ. For I come to you as
Garibaldi stood before his troops
when they assailed Papal Rome, and
in much of his spirit io I a-ppeal as,
when he said, .
men, you are in ragn iiu yu a i c
hungry, and I can promise you no
gold, no silver, no future; I can only
promise you a chance to fight for the
liberty of Rome."
Rush Is Resistless.
And on they rushedi resistlessdy!
I come to you and I say the hymn
we have to sing has got in Its this
for ease nor worldly pleasure.
Nor for fame our prayer, must be;
Gladly will we toil and-suffer
'Only let us walk with thee.
Ah, it has been driven into my soul
to let you know that not In vain Is
the great emblem of the Christian
religion a cross. Tou have got it on
your watchchain, my brother. You
have got it around your neck, my
sister.
But have you got It in your brain?
Have you got it in your heart? Have
you got it In your life? How much
money have you ever lost because of
the cross? How many opportunities
for attaining success have you let slip
because of the cross? Upon what
honor have you turned your back
because of the cross? What dis
paragement have you deliberately
incurred and invited because of the
cross? What loneliness has been
yours because of the cross? What
vituperation and slander have you
endured because of the cross? How
much has it cost you to be Christ's
true man, to be Christianity's cham
pion? Service Sometimes Bitter.
I wonder how many of us tonight
are daring to go. without the camp
to Christ and share his reproach. I
remember when that cup was put to
my own lip, tne time when he ar
rested me. And of all things in the
world, there was nothing more re
pugnant to me than to be baptized
into his death and resurrection. And
when I read his word and found I
had to do it, it was putting my head
In the dust, and it was bending my
proud neck in humiliation.
And I do not believe I have ever
done an act that called for such self
denial, self-abnegation and self-sacrifice
as when I walked down Into the
water and was baptized Into the name
of Jesus Christ and into the company
of a people I had hated, derided and
scorned, who called themselves Bap
tists. And the cup he has put to my
lip many a time since, asking me to
do things I shrank from doing, ask
ing me to say things I would almost
as soon have died as spoken them,
asking me to take a stand that was
the opposite of all that I was in
clined to.
. Call Heard Again.
Why. only yesterday I said I was
a misfit and that I ought to have
been in the British army, for I never
was Intended to be a preacher cf
the gospel, .p.ut ere five minutes had
passed by, ho came to me acalu nrd
stUd: "Now. I have been ralllue; you
to be without (he ?:inip and bear the
reproach for 40 years. Are you goln
to fail me now?"
And once attain I looked up Into
his face and said. "Not while there
is a sky above my head or an earth
beneath my Tret, for where thou
gocst 1 will SO; where thou dwellest
I will dwell; and thou Shalt he mv
God till my life ends, or until the
heavens are spill, and thou shall ap
pear in the glory."
This Is the success of failure. This
Is the glory of defeat. That a limn
can overcome himself, and overcome
the world and ovrrconie hell, and
stand God's loyalist and Jesus Christ's
champion. Are we standing there?
Ho we dare stand there? Or are we
so enervated and effeminate and fool
ish, that we dare not listen to the
high challenge of God, and do not
have it in us to rise up to the itrest
occasions of life and make the choices
that fling the .world behind us anil
leave us facing eternity and heaven
and God.
Heroes Are Called Out.
I have always believed I talk to
some people who are of the hero'c
mould. And every single night I hare
preached in this church I have be
lieved with all my soul there in
some among those who listen, to
whom the challenge of God may go
and it will find its response. And I
believe this tonight.
I believe there are men and women
here who Inside five minuter will
stand up to say, we will go without
the camp unto Christ, and bear his
reproach. 1 can promise you nothln
for today because you do It; but I
can promise you a great deal tomor
row, when he shall come seated on a
car whose wheels are burning worlds,
wlrhlr whose rims whole hells flame,
and before whose fiery presence the
stars dry up like dew drops, and
heaven opens, and hell, snd he In ail
his glory will say to you and to ma
who have done our little bit down
here. "Well done, good and faithful
servants, enter into the Joy of the
Lord."
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Serjcrant York and His People, by Sam PC
Cowan. Illustrated. Funk & Wagnalla
company. New York city.
Back again at his home in the
Valley of the Three Forks o' the
Wolf Sergeant York asked that the
people give him no more grifts, but
instead contribute the money to a
fund to build simple, primary schools
for the children of the mountains
who had no schools. Of the fund,
not a dollar was to be for his per
sonal use, nor for any -effort he might
put forth in its. behalf."
Such is one paragraph selected at
random from this magnificent record
of a brave American soldier. Sergeant
Alvin C. York, of whom Marshal
Foch, the commander of the allies,
said: "What you did was the great
est thing accomplished by any private
soldier of all the armies of Europe."
This book, of 292 pages, is a mod
estly presented description of a pic
turesque American; and all Americans
will be proud to read it. The book
is marked by sturdy common sense,
and with plenty of we 11 -arranged
facts attractively shown. It is an ;
inspiring lesson of patriotism in a i
quiet, unobtrusive young man's life, j
The story showing how Sergeant I
York's English ancestors came long-'
ago to Bettle around his home in Pall .
Hall, Tenn. now 48 miles from any
railroad the pioneer, lonely, brave I
lives they lived; their happiness
among captors and prisoners, and
York found that the party was be
tween sections of both hostile armies.
He gave orders to return to the
American lines, and when the . Ger
man major saw the small numbers
of captors he asked York in surprise,
"How many men have you got?"
"I got a-plenty," said York. He
placed the muzzle of his automatic
against the major's back and ordered
the march back to be begun. The
party actually reached the American
lines, safely.
When the prisoners were officially
counted, the inspector reported 132
prisoners, three of the number of
ficers. York could not locate his own com
pany company G, 328th infantry
and he turned to the nearest officer,
saluted, and reported: "Ready for
duty" (p. 44).
York said afterward about his fight
on hill No. 223: 'I am a witness to
the fact that God did help me out of
that hard battle, for the bushes were
shot off around me and I never got
a scratch. So, you will see that God
will be with you if you will only
trust him, and I say he did save me."
York's exploit is supported by
sworn affidavits of his comrades.
and also by official papers.
The honors afterward paid to Serr
geant y ork, how he refused, when
demobilized, $75,000 to appear
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Sergeant Alvin C. York, a blOK-raph-f
of whom is a newly
published book.
simplicity of living; In conditions moving picture play that would be
which some critics might describe as t staged in the Argonne, and other of
crude; the sturdy mountain life of j
toaay in wnicn York was trained to
be an expert rifleman and dead shot,
long before the recent world war be
er an all this and more are faithfully
narrated in these storied pages.
So far, and up to now, it seems that
Sergeant York's personal story had
not yet been published. Mr. Cowan
apparently has gained Sergeant
York's confidence to tell the story.
Mr. Cowan writes he went to live
among these mountain people of
Tennessee, and when he met Sergeant
York he asked the meaning of York's
previous utterance that he would not
"mind the publication if the story
were done right."
"Well," said Sergeant York with his
mountain drawl, "I don't want you
bearing down too much on that kill
ing part. Tell it without so much
of that?" (p. 63).
When the army selective draft
reached York's home. be. as a church
elder, was possessed of conscientious
objections against war, taking of
human life, etc., but be was so
strongly patriotic that he did not
seek exemption. In the training
camp be easily and soon qualified as
an expert marksman; and his officers
recognized him as a natural soldier
and instinctive leader of men.
In France, York served with the
2d or all-American division. His
destiny came when he and his com
rades reached north of the Chatel
t'hehery. in the Argonne forest, a
hill which was known to the soldiers
as "hill No. 223." It is now called
by the people of France "York's
hill." It was early in the gray,
misty morning of October 8. 191S.
that the Americans and Germans
were exchanging fire, in the second
phase of the battle of the Me use,
Argonne. Suddenly the sun melted
away the mist, and the Americans
already saw the German machine
gunners. To sweep away the annoy
ing Boche machine gun death-sweep,
a non-commissioned officer and 16
men left the American line and
crawled through the thick under
brush toward the enemy. York was
among the attackers. They came up
to two Germans with Red Cross
bands upon their arms, and the Ger
mans fled. They were chased, and
the Americans landed in a group of
10 Germans who were chatting and
eating. Some Americans fired, and
then the Germans cried "Kamerad,"
and surrendered.
At the left semi-circle of the
little party. York was stationed, and
just as the prisoners were being
taken to less exposed ground. 40
yards away was detected a row of
40 machine guns a battalion of
them. The enemy fired, and York
ana his comrades dropped for safety,
but several Americans were wounded.
York shot carefully, and every time
that a German head peeped above
iie pit to take aim. a bullet from
York laid him low. He called out now
and then:
"Weil, come on down!"
Seven furious Germans, led by a
lieutenant, rushed toward York, who,
with his automatic pistol, shot them
down, one after another. A major
among the prisoners crawled up to
York and offered to order the sur
render of the machine gunners.
"Do It," said York. The major blew
his whistle and the Germans came
from the trench, unbuckling their
cartridge belts and throwing them
away. Ninety Germans came before
the York party, with their hands in
the air.
German bullets began to whizz
fers to appear in vaudeville, the bride
he won all make up a striking story.
York preferred to return to his hum
ble, happy farm life, back to the little
worried mother who was waiting for
him in a hut in the mountains, to
the old 75-acre farm that clings to
one of the sloping sides of a sun
kissed valley in Tennessee.
After the War, by Colonel Repington.
Houghton, Mifflin Co.. Boston.
Knowledge of the present relation
of European nations to one another
is necessary to an. understanding of
what is going on, at Genoa. It supplies
the background to the picture pre
sented by the conference. The chief
merit of Colonel C. C. Repington's
book. "After the War," is that it fills
in this background. Early in 1921 he
was sent on a tour of the recently
belligerent countries by the London
Telegraph, and the book is his diary
of that tour. It begins in Italy, goes
through Greece, Austria. Hungary,
Czecho-Slovakia, Germany, back to
France, then to Silesia, Roumania,
Bulgaria, back to Paris and London,
and ends with the Washington, (D. C.)
conference. It is a rambling record
of interviews with statesmen, diplo
mas, soldiers, bankers, business men,
plentifully interlarded with social
events and chance encounters) with
friends of both wax and peace-time.
Most striking to an American will
be the contrast between the atmos
phere of the European capitals and
that which'the author found at Wash
ington. He saw every European na
tion eyeing with suspicion some other,
sometimes several others. Each had
a grievance against some other and
that other always assured him. some
times proved, that the grievance, was
wholly baseless. Secret documents
were captured, proving the fell de
signs of one nation against another,
and in one case the colonel exposed
alteration of the date of a paper of
iaterxLauonil importance. Hd foupd
assassination, to be. a common politi
cal weapon in Bulgaria, and quoted
Dmitroff, the war minister, as saying
in July that he had been condemned
to death by the Macedonian commit
tee, adding this foot note: "Dmitroff
and all his companions were mur
dered in October." He laid many dip
lomatic blunders to western Europe's
failure to realize that the east was
two. centuries behind' it.
Leaving in August the land where
racial hatred burns most fiercely,
Colonel Repington landiedi in, America,
near the end of October, to find "no
definite attitude taken up by Amer
ican opinion about the conference" at
Washington, and he went on:
There is a mild Interest in limiting- arma
ments, and a vague suspicion that Pacific-
questions may prove difficult to set
tle, but no national policy nor partlalityj
.i,, uui uiBii&c ui miij lvieisn nation. 11
may come, but the initial sentiment is
rather Ladodlean. I am told that one of
Harding's private memos began: "America
does not want a darned thing." and that
about represents the preliminary popular
indiference.
From New York, which he calls
"the highest, lowest, cruelest, cun
ningest, noisest of all great cities,"
Colonel Repington went to Washing
ton, full of forebodings of failure for
the conference, to find public opinion
of Great Britain Just - be-ginroing to
mend, and the Frencli delegates cal
culating on that country's being at
loggerheads with the Unitedi States.
Then his record of the opening day of
the conference begins: "This has been
an astonishing day indeed, and. he
says of Hughes' naval limitation pro
posal?: Mr. Secretary Hughes sunk in 35 min
utes more ships than all the admirals of
the world have destroyed in a cycle of cen
turies. More, he appeared to me to con
demn by anticipation all the armaments
of the globe. Teaching by example, Amer
ica makes a great renuunclation and the
most magnificent political gesture of all
history.
Use of the word "renunciation" Il
lustrates the difference between the
European and the American, view
point. Americans do not regard
scrapping of warships as reunncia
tion, but as relief from a great bur
den. He sailed! for England before
the four-power treaty was made pub
lic, hence cannot give his impression
of the complete success which at
tended the conference. Mf. Hughes
rose much in his opinion through
acquaintance. The first impression
was: "Beinig a lawyer, ha cannot
think." After a couple of days We find
tnis commemt:
Hughes, a tall, thicklsh man, vigorous
and vital, but strikes one as a trifle fanat
ical in his outlook, and has the fierce
twinkle in his eye of a bull before he
charges. I put him down as dangerous.
They say he has no weaknesses. What a
tragedy, if true. However, he is assuredly
a male man and that is much, and there
is no duplicity about the man at all. It
is not in him.
On November 26 the colonel's opin
ion was revised) thus:
Hughes seems to be blossoming out
under the rays of the sun of success, and
to be growing more human and concilia
tory. 1 am more aad more impressed with
hia sincerity and honesty.
From Washington, D. C.. with its
spirit of trust and good, will to Genoa,
with its secret treaty and its biting
and snarling, what a transition! That
accounts for America's reluctance to
touch Europe's affairs, though the
two continents' need' of one another
teaches us that we cannot avoid it.
L. K. H.
Ocean and Its Mysteries" and "Islands
and Their Mysteries."
In "Rivers and Their Mysteries" Mr.
Verrill discusses how rivers are
formed, how they flow, how they af
fect the land, the climate, vegetatior.,'
animal life and mankind, how they in
fluence ocean -shores, how the oceans
influence them and other topics.
The chapter 'heads are: The romance
of rivers; how rivers - are formed;
river 'mouths and deltas; river life;
lw rivers serve man; some unusual
rivers; artificial rivers; a journey
down a northern river; a journey up
a tropical river; and. Important and
famouts rivers. Two hundred and thir
teen pases.
The Wild Heart, by Emma - Lindsay
Squier. Illustrated. The Cosmopolitan
Book corporation. New York city.
Two hundred and twenty pages of
attractively told stories of dom-Sstic
and wild animals, and the joy of out-of-doors
generally stories told by
two. children, a little boy and girl who
lived not many years ago on the
shores of Puget sound.
Some of the animals depicted seem
to behave like children, and are nearly
human. There are stories of a quail
baby; an old gander; a dirty bear
which was raised on a bottle and
never got over it; a seal who stole;
a friendship between a heron and a
flighting Bantam rooster, and other
animal friends.
Certain to Interest and enthrall
children and healthy grown-ups.
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Horseback Riding---. A Practical Guide for
Beginners, by Dorothy Louise Burkett.
Orange Judd Publishing Co., New York
city.
A veteran groom recently said that
if one wished to learn to ride horse
back, the best plan was to enlist the
services of a competent instructor,
get on a saddle-horse's back and
get to work. "
It cannot be denied, though, that a
good deal of helpful knowledge about
horseback riding can be obtained
from such a valuable friendly book
as this is. It teaches style, seat,
hands and common sense. It coaches
along the valued line of fundamental
principles. Our author has been
teacher of horseback riding, and she
certainly knows her subject.
14,000 Miles Through the Air, by Sir Ross
smitn. illustrated. The Macmlllan Co.,
New York city. -
Here we have the astonishing and
exhilarating narrative of the first
flight made in an airplane from Eng
land to Australia, told in modest,
manly fashion by tiOb man who com
manded the plane.
Following his participation in the
world war, in the British air service,
Lieutenant Smith undertook to return
to his native Melbourne from London
by flying througji Hie air.
The machine used was an ordinary
standard Vickers Vimy bomber, pow
ered by two Rolls-Royce Eagle VIII
engines, each of 360-horse power, and
the total weight was Shi tone.
It is related that in the airplane
race against time to fly from Lon
don to Australia in 30 day- the brave
fellows won the 10,000 prize offered
by the Australian commonwealth gov
ernment, with .62 hours to spare.
Morning;. Noon and Night, by Glenn Ward
Oresbach. Four Seas Co., Boston.
For.ty-eight short poems .of varying
length, but all of commanding merit
and tuneful charm, principally re
flecting sentiment and beauty of
nature. Two of the more notable,"
striking poems are those on "The
Slan Who Would Not Go to War" and
"The Colonel's Lady."
The Business Philosophy of Moses Irons.
by Daniel Louis Hanson. Illustrated.
A. W. Shaw Co.. Chicago.
Written in a spirit of helpfulness,
kindness and optimism, and tempered
with wisdom derived evidently from
many years of business, this book in
19 chapters is a human record of
business fiction, visioning the work
of a keen executive genius. We read
about the methods he used to win
sales, to increase the efficiency of
purchasing and other departments,
and to do one thing and then an
other. The lessons are conveyed in
a series of conversations.
Spotted "Deer, by Elmer Russell Gregor.
D. Appleton & Co.. New York city.
This is a rousing novel of American
Indian exploits in 'the eastern states
of the long ago just the kind of
novel to win the admiration of all
young readers. "Spotted Deer" is a
young Delaware Indian chief, who,
when returning from a hunting trip,
is captured by his foes, the Shawnees,
a rival tribe. His rescue and other
amazing adventures go to make up a
real t-iller.
Rivers And Tbeir Mysteiiee by A. Hyatt
Verrill. Illustrated. Durfleld Co..
New York city.
Mr. Verrill shows plainly that he is
an enthusiast and specialist as to
lore and discussions regarding oceans,
rivers and islands. He pictures many
a strange scene along the banks of
many rivers in various lands. He is
" NEW BOOKS' RECEIVED.
"Search," by Margaret Rivers Lar-
minie, quite a work of art and finely
fashioned, this brilliant novel is an
interpretation of Jim Stonehouse, his
hopes, his mistakes, his loves, his dis
cussions on sex matters and his rare
moments of real happiness; and "The
Odds and Other Stores" by Ethel M.
Dell, seven short stories of ; worthy
merit, showing quite a variety of ac
tion and scene. (Putnam s SonsIew
York.)
"Abbe Pierre," by Jay William Hud
son, a novel that is a rare, artistic
concept of a kindly, elderly priest , of
Gascony, France a priest who tells
the story of his experiences himself.
(D. Appleton & Co., New York.
"Mexican Year Book 192K)-1921,"
edited by Robert Glass Cleland, Ph.D.,
524 pages, an official, authoritative.
standard book on Mexico, and filled
with valuable business information,
clearly printed. (Mexican Year Book
Publishing company. Los Angeles.)
'Property," by Arthur Jerome Eddy,
a curious, original book on the theory
that all business exists for the service
of the community, and teaching that
certain great human needs must be
met either by the voluntary labor and
co-operation of Individuals, or by ac
tion ot tne community through the
state. A learned book by an able
lawyer. He died in New York city in
1920. Two hundred and: fifty-four
pages. (A. C. McCIurg Co., Chicago.)
"To the Throne From the Sheep
cote," fine novel which depicts the
life and adventures of David, king of
Israel, in which he Is visioned as a
big, heroic figure just the safe tale
for young people. (Roxbure-Ji Pulv.
the author of Buch books as "Tia lianing oo-opajiy, Boston.)
BY JE ANNETTE KENNEDY,
Assistant In Circulation Department,
Public Library.
f TVOTrRTEEJ'r THOUSAND miles
H through the air" is the record
written by Sir Ross Smith of
the prize-winning flight made'frOm
England to Australia by himself and
his brother. Sir Keith Smith. These
daring young English aviators are
now planning a flight around the
world in a Vickers "Viking Amphi
bian" plane which is declared to be
constructed for a safe landing any
where on land or sea. The brothers
plan to start from London, cross Eu
rope, Asia and Bering Straits, Alaska,
Canada and New York, then up the
New England coast to Newfoundland,
where they will cross the Atlantic
either to Ireland or the Azores.
tip the Orinoco river alone, except
for native paddlers, through the in
terior of Venezuela and into British
Guiana by jungle rivers, is the unique
trip undertaken by Arthur O. Friei,
author of "King of Kearsarge." Mr.
Friel hopes -to gain contact with the
nearly extinct tritbe of old Carib In
dians, and has -made the journey with
that end in view.
"Why Europe Leaves Home" Is a
work by Kenneth L. Roberts intended
to discourage -wholesale immigration.
'
"The Rise of the Little Entente" is
the subject of a penetrating analyti
cal sketch by Dorothy Thompson in
recent issue of the Nation and the
Athenaeum- In this article she de
clares the development of the little
entente under the leadership of the
Czecho-Siovak prime minister, Mr.
Benes, Is one of the most interesting
political developments in Eurrope to
day. Mr. Benes is compared to Cavour,
whose activities developed modern
united Italy, in bis desire for consoli
dation at home, and a great power as
an ally.
France is believed to be the great
power secured as a friend; and the
consolidation at home has progressed
from the original federation of Cze-cho-Slovakia,
Jugo-Slavia and Rou
mania, to a wider circle joined by
Poland, In treaty with Austria on a
political. and economic basis, and by
marriage ties as- well as a military
treaty, allied to Greece.
That the little entente is today the
strongest military power in Europe,
which as an alliance commands more
than a million and three-quarter sol
diers, is the statement of Miss Thftmp
son. It is rather hard luck that a poet
who has left such monuments to mem
ory as Algernon Charles Swinburne
has in "Songs Before Sunrise," and
"Tristram of Lxonesse," should have
the little privacies of his personal life
exposed to the merciless laughter of
an unsympathetic world, when he is
no longer here to defend his privilege
of indulging his personal preferences
in his home life. Mrs. Clara Watts
Dunton in an attempt to portray the
happy relations existing in their
home between her husband and the
poet, has succeeded in making Swin
burne a ridiculous figure, in her re
cent biography entitled "The Home
Life of Swinburne." Such personal
items are set forth as the poet's love
for "Samphire soap" because its odor
reminded him of -the sea: of his pas
sion for clean shirts, and; dislike of
shell-fish; that he would not permit
a tailor to measure or fit him; that
he hated coppers in change unless
they were bright and new; that his
manners at table -were gracious, and
ie always folded his napkin neatly,'
nstead of throwing it down untidily.
The fact that he overcame the drink
habit through literary suggestions of
her husband are explained In detail
from brandy he went to port. Ten
nyson's favorite beverage; from port
he progressed to Burgundy, the drink
of the "Three Musketeers"; and
finally took to beer because that wu
Shakespeare's drink.
Arnold Bennett's new play "The
Love Maton." now being produced at
the Strand theater in London, Is not
acclaimed as even "precious nonsense"
according to one reviewer. He finds
no unity cf theme and only a frag
ment in the first part "of the sort of
play we had a right to expect from
such an author."
The ex-crown prince of Germany
during his exile In Holland has writ
ten his memoirs, which will be pub
lished in this country in May, by th
Scribners. The book deals with his
home life, military education visits
to foreign courts, including England,
Russia, Turkey and Austria. Also he
writes of his own part in the war,
and particularly in the Verdun drive.
It is said that the former kaiser for
bade publication of these records,
which criticise his own policies and
character.
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A curious little story goes with the
book of poems entitled, "Thought!
Reflected In the Mirror of Life by a
Soul That Has Passed Beyond." A
ouija board operator who has tried
many times without success to get a
message -rom the board, suddenly
found the psychic Instrument spelling
out a message. In verse, from a de
parted relative. These splrlt-itlven
messages comprise the poems In a
little volume published by E. 1'. Dut
ton & Co.
Some proverbs of the near es rt
collected for the magazine "Asia"
are:
Persian "When things go wrong
take It easy; when things go wall,
take It easy."
Says the gaga "I bar never taught
any one archery that he did not makt
'me his target."
Arabic "If your friend lg mad f
honey, don't eat It II."
"If the camel could ras him bump
he would fall down and break Ills
neck."
Armenian "A man may secure
peace by holding his tongue." "K pros
perous mm Is like a tree which men
beset so long Its fruits last."
Turkish "Stretch out your feet ar.
cording O your quilt." "The camel
aid: "What is there straight about
me that you call my nose crooked T"
Jewish "Ask a woman's advice and
do the opposite."
"One hour of thinking Is worth 7i
of gheer labor."
American Art In magazine make-up
has been sharply criticised by Joseph
Pennell in a recent lecture at which
he said:
"Amerlcnn magazines are the worS
thing printed on the face of God s
earth. They're a disgrace to rlvllisa
tlon. A man from India told me that
If they had such magazines there.
America would send missionaries t
convert the heathen."
By Clarence E. Malford
Anther of
"Hopalons Cwddy" "The Br-20 Three"
"Johnny Nebon," etc
YOU'LL like Tex. A harmless-seeming
cuss, he was,
-with his voluble talk and he
could quote Omar and Her
bert Spencer when he cut
loose. But you never could
tell what he was up to.
He knew one side of a card
from another and how to
handle a gun. The smarter
they were, the lesschance they
had to fool him. He was an
old time pal of HopalongCas
sidy and Johnny Nelson
enough said.
How he taught a girl to shoot and
why you'll learn in this rattling
romance of a tough Western town.
A- C McCLURG & CO, Publishers
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"The Popularity of his Stories is no Mystery. His Usefulness in
the World is Beyond Question" Boston Herald
THE most useful citizen of a country is the
man who, by his acts, his deeds, or through
the brilliancy of his mind, provides the most
pleasure, enjoyment and inspiration to his
fellow men and women. It follows, then, that
a man who is able to clutch at the very heart
strings of humanity, who appeals to the millions
through his writings, must be an outstanding
figure in our national life. Such a man is
HAROLD BELL WRIGHT
For many years Harold Bell Wright has been
recognized as the, world's most popular writer
of fiction. Millions of his books have been sold
In all quarters of the civilized globe. An Amer
ican to the core, his novels have an appeal that
is universal, because he speaks the language of
humanity and humanity is pretty much the
same in Singapore as It is in Seattle.
However, the tremendous popularity of Harold
Bell Wright's books is not based on a mere
appeal to the emotions. It is something bigger
than that. It is the lesson the message each
one of his novels holds for the average man or
woman that has brought about such a wide
fading of everything he writes And Harold
Bell VVright never touches pen to paper until
he is sure he has a definite message to give
his audience.
And it is a message the world needs, one of
vital and far-reaching significance. Harold
Bell Wright Is an optimist, but pot necessarily
a sentimentalist. He is Impressive because he
. is sincere, and entertaining because he is
intensely human and makes his characters
human. His novels fairly teem with romance,
adventure, excitement and Intrigue but he
never loses sight of his motive.
In his latest novel, "Helen of the Old House."
Mr. Wright offers a solution for the present
day world-wide social unrest. It is a powerful
plea in thrilling fiction form, for a better
understanding between capital and labor. It
has been acclaimed by both public and press
as his greatest novel. Here are a few opinions
of book reviewers on
HELEN OF THE OLD HOUSE
THE KEW YORK HERALDl
"The appeal of Tlelen of the Old House' is
the appeal of the Psalmist, of Spenser and
of Whittier. Wright has the poet's eye, with
its heaven-to-earth and earth-to-heaven
range. And many a word fancier might envy
him that gift- He sees life as it eternally is."
THE BOSTON GLOBE I
"A story remarkable for its insight into
present day American life, filled with beau
tiful character drawing and stirring inci
dents." THE PITTSBURG STJUfj
"All the sincerity, fineness of sentiment and
earnestness of purpose popularly accorded
to this well-established author are found In
this latest novel."
Buy "Helen of the Old House."
D- APPLETON 8b COMPANY
THE CHICAGO NEVTSl
"Mr. Wright is the fountain-head of the
greatest unorganized anti-bolshevlst propa
ganda in the known world; his books are at
once an antidote and a prophylactic against
the red virus and they are popular beyond
the wildest dreams of the conventional 'best
seller'."
THE BUFFALO EXPRESS
"Harold Bell Wright Is always sincere,
honest and full of purpose. Perhaps that
explains why so many people eagerly read
bis stories."
THE JfEW YORK TIMESl
"It is a profound conviction that causes Mr.
Wright to compose the books that carry his
name, and one can not but feel this sincerity
in his novels."
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