The Sunday Oregonian., August 13, 1922, SECTION FIVE, Page 7, Image 75

THE SUXDAY OREGOXIAX, PORTLAND, AUGUST 13, 1922
CHRIST'S CALMNESS STANDS OUT LIKE A GREAT MOUNTAIN
Pastor Points Out That Savior Never Was Hysterical, Undecided or Disturbed in Purpose Lad of 12 in Temple Converses With Most Scholarly Men of Day All Other Men Shown to Have Failed in Excellency
"THE FOLSE OF CHRIST."
. PT DR. V. B. HIN.i IX.
k, Fum East Slda Ba(t at I'hurrh.
"Jmu t. "Whom yV They
td. J it Su' H- said. 'I am
b." And th-J wnt Backward and fell
th ground." iJohn, sm ,)
j T IS my purpose to take that text
I and show you how Jnua Chrtsr
t?rr lost his oir. How He
never hysterical, unilei i.i-d. unsure,
r disturbed in purpnjf ; bat always
calm with the strength of a moun
tain, and the a!of fes of a atar
from ail uncertainty and needless
foh distraction.
No out rise known to me ever was
as was Christ in this regard. All
others I ha ever heard of r
known have seasons of strength fol
lowed by seasons of weakness.
They are fitful, uncertain, admired
In the morn in, to be apologized for
at night. "I find no fault In Him."
aid Pilate. Unprejudiced pains
taking Judgment has never said that
of anybody else. You cannof say it
Of Adam, for he failed and dragged
Us ail down with him. Nor of Nuih
who wtned the flood, for he be
haved like a fooi. Nor of Muses, for
he forgot himself. Certainly not of
lavtj whose barpstrlngs broke so
often through the violence of his
own vil nature. -Nor of John the
baptist, for the eye of rthat eagle
rot f l . med once when he was in
jail. And certainly not of Peter who
loudly swore and played the coward.
Nor even of Paul, mho made his
mistake and acknowledged It. Hut
the Son of Man stands there before
us durlnir the whole of his ministry.
and we have to s.y with Pllat. "No
Ji!" ernlble fault in Him."
Other Men rail.
And yoa all other men failed
ven In their excellency. J read of
Moses that ho was the meekest man
In all the earth, and ha failed along
the line of his meekness. For one
day he said. -Hear now. jeu rebels,
must we brine forth water for you
out of the rockr And he lost his
Canaan by th fact that in his ex
cellency meekness, he came short.
After all these millenniums thry
aid up In Jiu'te last week. "As
patient as Job ." For It was his
characteristic, and In that he failed.
For perhaps the most violent out- i stood In the tempi conversing with
burst of savaite remonstrance is I the most scholarly men of his day.
found In the book of Job when ha I Now that Is a hazardous position for
protests aitalnst the evil of his fate.a lad of 12 years, because either he
And so 1 say when you take the
eyes off Jesus, you gaze upon men
and you have to be prepared for
that which will provoke your eulogy
r your contempt, and you have to
J speak apologetically even of your
heroes. And. after you have sound
ed their praises, you bring In the
condemning "but," or the equally
condemning word "If." And we cau
tiously admire, uncertain but our
admiration like the sunlight will be
dimmed by some cloud or dulled by
the falhna- twilight. Hut there He
stands in the midst of all that- And
nobody ever apologized for Jesus.
Fir nobody ever saw anything In
Jesus to be apologised for. Nobody
ever said. What a pity He said that!
What a pity He did that! And
stranger still an explanation of the
strangeness of this fact 11 never
Himse.f said. "I mad a mistake
there" But He dared say what
would have crowded a million flash
ing lightnings in his heart If he
had not been telling th truth. "I do
always the things that please God."
And when He said. ""Which of you"
addressing ail the men upon th
earth, and if they saw fit to take it.
all the angels in heaven, and all
th demons of the Pit "Which of
you coeivicteth me of sin?"
He said the sentence that was not
daring because -It was Imbedded In a
sure consciousness that In th sight
of earth, or heaven, or hell. His life
was as pure as th thought of Ood.
And ao when they came to arrest
Him. those soldiers with the steady
tramp of disciplined men, and the
rabble of the populace eager to see
anything serious running beside
them, with torches and swords and
staves. Instead of them arresting
the prisoner. Jesus arrested them
and stopped them as by a barrage
from heaven or hell as He said.
"Whom seek ye?" And they said.
"Jesus." He said. "I am He." And
backward they went, and the only
man standing In th garden was
Jesus Christ, the unperturbed, th
undisturbed, the one who never for
one moment lost his poise.
And I want you to listen to some
of His words and see how true Is
this statement 1 make regarding
Him. When He was II year old He
will be broken down and made to
look foolish by thosar men of wis
dom, or else if he la not broken
down by them but rises up to their
level, there will be a confidence and
an unpleasant sureness savoring of
conceit about him that will be
equally prejndicial. But th story
teller Informs us all that he so
talked, asking questions and an
swering questions, they were all
amazed at Him. And then Ho breaks
Into the limelight again at His
baptism, when John th lion of the
Jordan remonstrates against the Im
possibility of a man baptizing the
Car p. -uer from Nazareth. Now what
will He say ? iJohn ssys. "I have
need to be baptized of Thee." How
will He meet that? Will He simper
rand say, "Well, sink all personal
thoughts now and do as I tell you.1
No. With a massive and magnificent
silence He accepts the eulogy of
John as a statement of undiluted
truth. And then He says. "Huffer It
to be so now, for It Is becoming that
we fulfill ail righteousness.
Only Christ Is Calm.
And from that height where the
sun serenely shines. He is hurled to
another height around which the
thunders throb and the grim Iitnit
nlngs flash, and the devil tempts
Him. And th kingdoms of the world
tumultuously move before Christ
and his tempter, and suggestions ap
pealing to the highest and th low
est ara made. And Satan swirls
from on thing to another In
nervous desperate haste, and only
the Christ Is calm. Until at last He
speaks to the dog from hell and
says. "Get behind me!"
To another height he is taken, on
Transfiguration mountain. And the
glory shines and poor Peter gets in-,
toxicated with the vision and th
splendor and says, "Lord, we will
build three tabernacles her and
stay, for this la a good place."
Peter's llttl teacup of a nature runs
over with th exhilaration" of the oc
casion. Not so with the exhilara
tion of the occasion. - Not so with
Jesus.' He says, "This is not our
place. W e do not tabernacle here.
You watch a few minutes and see
why w leav this." And down there
la a surging, clamoring crowd, for
a man has brought his boy to have
th devil cast out and the disciples
have tried and failed. And there is
nothing but criticism and reproach
and scorn. And the calm Jesus says.
"You bring the boy to me." You
know the sequel. The devil left.
And on the last Tuesday ere w
killed him ah, that Tuesday was
his day of contradictions, when he
lived In the midst of a cloud of poi
sonous flies which stung him. For
first came the priests and said. "By
what authority do you do this?"
And ha said, "The baptism of John
was It of God or of man?" Now they
knew If they said of man the peo
ple would have a controversy with
them, for the people loved John. And
they knew If they said "of God" he
would say "Why were you not bap
tized then?" So they said. "We can
not tell." And he took their "can
not" and pulled a little bit of cam
ouflage off it and there it stood,
"We will not." And he said. "Neither
do I tell you by what authority I do
Jthese things. I could as could you,
answer the question, but I do not see
fit to do it, as you do not see fit to
speak concerning John's baptism."
And then they scattered like chaff.
But he stood as the block, of gran
it stands.
Pharisees Are Answered.
And then came the Pharisees and
.said, "Master, we have ormed a
good opinion of you, and we know
you are an ardent Jew as we are.
Is it right to pay taxes to a! foreign
power, such as Rome?" And Jesus
said, "Show me a penny." He had
not one of his own! And he said.
"Whose Image Is on that coin?
And they said "Caesar's." "Well,
wherever you see God's image, give
that to God." And they remembered
an engagement and left In a hurry.
But the Sadducees rallied to the
attack and they came with their lit
tle conundrum that always makes
me smile. They said. "Master, there
was a woman and she was married
seven times. And you know w
have been wondering about the next
world" the liars, they did not be
lieve there was one, for the Sad
ducees believed In neither resurrec
tion nor spirit but they said, "in
the next .world we wonder whose
wife that woman will be, of those
seven men." And he said, "You have
erred and th reason you have erred
la this. You pride yourselves on
knowing the Scriptures and you
know nothing about it, for if you
did you would know earthly ties
made at the tribunal of man do not
hold In heaven." And they went
out. i s
And a lawyer said, "Master, which
is the greatest commandment?"
Now that was very thin ice to skate
over, to pick and choose between the
commandments of God. But Jesus
said, "This is the great command
ment, to love the Lord thy God with
all thy heart and soul and mind."
And here Is the one that should ac
company it "love thy neighbor as
thyself." And before ever he could
repress his admiration he said, "My,
but you have answered well."
Deeds Evidence Calmness.
And he went on to his death, and
from the cross he spoke as placidly
as from the mountain upon which
he had delivered his great sermon
except once. And that to me Is so
interesting I hardy like to hear my
self talking about it. He got once
into a horror of great darkness when
he bore your sin and my sin and the
Bin of the whole world, and he cried
out, "My God. why hast thou for
taken me?" But even then he lost
not this wonderful poise that had
characterized him all his life, for he
never gave up his life until he could
look at the mission he came to per
form, and then he died, not as I
shall die, having my life pulled away
from me, but he gave up his spirit
into the hands of his father.
Now his deeds evidence his calm
ness just as do his words. And you
know if you were always calm in
thought and in feeling, in brain and
in heart, you would always be calm
in your fingers and your feet. It is
only the fusslness of the head that
manifests itself in the functioning
of-the fingers. It is only the fussl
ness of the heart that disturbs the
outward act. Now we have said he
was always full of poise in thought
and feeling. Then, of course, he will
always be full of poise in action, as
Indeed he was. He was never sur
prised at anything he did. Jeeus
was never surprised! In wild hurry
they said, "Master, wake up, we are
drowning!" And the calm Christ
said, "Why are you so faithless?
There is nothing will hurt you.
Wind.' be quiet! Wave, lie down!" j
And there was a great calm. Yes,
but the great calm was in Christ
before ever it was on the lake.
Peter rushed up to Jesus and said,
"Master, the fig tree you cursed yes
terday, look, it is withered!" Jesus
was unsurprised that the tree was
withered. He knew when he said it
should wither that the tree was
dead.
Do you remember the prophet
when he raised a dead child? Do
you ever read that story with your
eyes open? To his servant he said,
"Take my walking stick and put on
the body." And the servant did, and
came back and said it was no good.
"Well, go and do your best." "I have
dons it, and it was unavailing."
Then the prophet went, and he
stretched himself out on the body,
and then he got up and paced the
floor, the Bible says, looking at that
corpse that remained a corpse; and
stretched himself out on it again,
until at last the spirit came back.
But Jesus only said, "Young man, I
say unto thee, ' arise!" And he that
was dead began to sit up and speak!
What a contrast!
Contrast Is Drawn.
And when he went down to Beth
any, you remember how perturbed
and fussy Martha was? She said,
"Lord" and however repulsive it
may sound, the Greek compels me to
say it "Lor,d. by this time he stink
eth, for he has been dead four days."
She alluded to what we, today, think
an Indelicate way of referring to '
the decomposition that had set in on
the body of her brother. And he
said, "Lazarus, come forth!" And
the man appeared with all the drap
ery of death about him. . And He
said, "Loose him and let him go."
In an equally calm manner when
the little maid had been brought
back he said, "Stop the wailing and
the commiseration and the fuss and
give the child something to "eat."
Why, it becomes almost smile-excit
ing; this calm, quiet, poiseful Christ
him. And when the great eddies
working miracles that might astound-
heaven, but never astounded
swirl at their fiercest about him,
he simply says, "This - is nothing;
this is why I came into the world.
This is what was ordered before
ever I poised the sky, put in the
Btars, settled the mountains and
made the seas."
Now, to close, I have asked you to
look at this poiseful Jesus for a
personal reason. I want you to ask.
Who is he that is never disturbed,
is always undisturbed no matter
what happens? Who is he? No
body else is like him. Noah gets
drunk, Moses gets mad, David gets
bloody fingered and Peter messes
himself up in oaths and lies, and
they all fail, including me; and more
astounding, including you. They all
failed somewhere; but here is one
who fails nowhere. Now who is he?
I would like Unitarlanism to say a
few words in answer to that ques
tion. Who is he? How is it that he
alone stands out there faultless and
perfect? I would like Eddyism that
blasphemously says "He was a way
shower" when he himself of himself
declared, "I am the way." I would
like it to answer, Who is he?
Calmness Always Shown.
Certainly the answer that he was
a petty little cheat who hid in the
grave three days and told his dis
ciples he only pretended to die, does
not answer my question. Who is
he that walks the sea, hushes the
wind, is the master of disease and
the conqueror of death? Who is
he? Who is he who stands unper
turbed when all hell rose up and as
sailed him? Who is he? I know
who he is, but Unitarianism does
not and Eddyism does not. How did
he do it? Well, of course, he occu
pied a height we do not. He said,
"I and my Father are one," and yet
he himself gives us a little clew.
For he says, "Let not your heart be
fussed up. Let not your heart be
troubled. Let not your heart be
disquieted. You believe in God."
There is a little clew. He be
lieved in God. He saw a sparrow
lying there dead and he connected ;
the dead sparrow with God as he 1
said, "Your Father knew when that
sparrow died." He picked up a lily
and inhaled its fragrance, and said
God painted the lily. He connected
it with God. And I admit as he
moved about he lived in the con
scious purpose of a personal God.
"Ye believe in God. Keep your
heart untroubled." And then he
added, "Believe also in me." That is
where we stop. Would you have the
poise Mount Hood never, had. and
the pole star never had, believe in
Jesus Christ. Oh, but how can that
belief in Jesus Christ make me, a
poor, fussy, timid, changeable, fickle.
foolish character, strong md
stable? How can he do it? How
can belief in Jesus do it. did you
say? Why, 'man, if you believe in
Jesus Christ, you will believe God
knows every hair in your head, and
when the last one fell, and where the
last one dropped out. You know I
could not make out for long years
why the Lord ever put a sentence
like that in the Bible, "The hairs of
your head are numbered." It looked
to me to be so silly, I swung over
to the critics who remarked, "Why.
that ought not to have been men
tioned in the Bible." .
And then I thought, but what is
so unnoticed as the falling of a
hair! There is no noise-, no move
ment of the air when the hair drops.
Nobody says. Say, you have lost a
hair! And number them did it ever
occur to" me to number a half dozen
of them? Why never in my life! And
so he took the most improbable, un
likely and, from the' viewpoint of
rationalism, imbecile way of tellinjr
us. You can believe in me, and
through me believe in a God who
knows how many thousand hairs
were in your head when you started
life, where each one fell, where each
one is. And so from what the critics
of the truth say is an absurdity, you
come up to the sure anchorage and
the sure foundation of a faith that
keeps the heart in times of trouulu
as Jesus Christ said it would.
Now then, look at the unper
turbed Jesus when earth and hell
combined to destroy his serenity ami
learn he is more than man. And
then I listen to him as he says,
Trouble is around you but do not
let it get into your heart, and kee;i
it out of your heart by keeping: me
in your heart. "Believe also in me."
Out of work, are you? Well, thanl:
God you have not lost Christ, else
the thing would be serious indeed.
Health failing, is it? Well, that is ,i
temporary thing, because you see
you will be well forever when you
get to heaven. So you need not
worry unduly about these few pass
ing days. Charles Wesley said:
"Thou, oh, Christ, are all I want.
More than all in thee I find."
"Believe in me," Christ said, and
he knew when he said it that if I
believe in him I too shall be able
to say,
"More than all in thee I find."
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At tb tUtrtb'a Tare, by Edgar Rv.
Burrsusaa. A. -'. McCiurg 4i Co.. Chi
cago. Th stupendous Imagination of
Edsar Rice Burroughs has once
again been at work, but this time It
has transcended even the scant real
ity with which "Tarxan of th Apes"
and other similar stories from th
same pen mere blessed, and th re
sult is a story so strangely fantastic
and unreal, and yet at th same time
linked with the dark axes and based
on their fragmentary history, that
It grips th readers imagination
until h can not reeas ta book
until th end is reached.
Burroughs' imagination cannot but
b marveled at. He has a knack of
Inventing one halr-rai!nf situation
c acute tnat th reader doubts If
characters will survive to play out
the rest of th story, but somehow
he always pu..s them out and before
Ue breath is restored they art 'nto
another and even wors meas.
Two men descend to an Imaglnery
world in the mlddi of th earth by
boring through aoo miles of earth
crust, and the story tella of their
uncanny adventures in this new
world, which, while peopled with
races itmi.ar to o ir prehistoric men.
I governed by. instoad of men. rep
tiles who treat humans as inferior
animals, fatten them like caul for
atir.g purposes or us them for
beasts of burden.
In this inner world there la a soli
tary sun suspended In the middle of
space; there are no nights or lime.
as w understand time. The domi
nant race of Pellucidar. which is the
be remarked that his book la very
good and adequate for its subject.
Because of its remoteness, and be
cause the armies were not on th
western front, the center of most at
t ntion. comparatively little Is
known of Italy s struggle, compara
tively with what is known in thl
country of England. Franc .and
other allies. The author discusses
his reasons nd his mission In Italy
and then draws a good summary of
th work done In that country by
the American Red Cross before h
launches Into his dissertation on
Italy's part in the wa.
He sketches the Italian army and
navy, th work, of the Italian
women, industrial development, and
then becomes rather historical in
writing about battles. Later on he
becomes statistical in arriving at cer
tain conclusions concerning Italy's
rights to her claims. While the
book could be a much heavier vol
ume and go into more detail. It pro
vides a comprehensive, conpact con
eeption of th-part Italy played dur
ing th war.
!
Farther Adventures f Lad. br Albert
I'ayaon Terhune. The tteorg H. Doran
compapy. New York city.
The many readers who delighted
In th tales of "Lad; A Dog" will
welcome with joy this new volume
of short stories, relating "Further
Adventures of Lad.' Beginning with
th hour when th beautiful collie
was first brought, when he was a
snuggling little puppy, fluffy-coated
and soft-eyed, to "The Place" where
nam of the inner world, la of. th , h was to pass th remainder of his
ter. the negro servant "of Judge
Priest of Paducah. Ky. Th judge
has resented prohibition and pulled
stakes for Bermuda, which Jeff says
is a place "where you can stHl keep
on having a toddy when you feels
like it without breaking the law."
Unfortunately the Judge can not
take with him Jeff, his trusted body
servant for the last 1 years, and
Jeff is turned over to young Mr.
Dallas Pulliam. also of Kentucky.
His new master takes him to New
York, and It is Jeff's experiences in
that city, his comments on these, on
New York In general and certain of
its Inhabitants in particular, which
makes up the volume.
Jeff very quickly decided after
reaching Gotham that th little set
of people Mr. Pulliam was going
with "Ain't th genuine real quality;
that they Is Just a slicked-up. high
ly polished imitation of the real
quality; that they ain't doln' things
so much as they is overdoln' them.
But being one of those exceptionally
wise persons who know how and
when to hold their tongues, he kept
Ma opinions to himself and attended
strictly and successfully to his own
business until he was invited to con
cern himself with that of Mr. Dallas
Pulliam- Whereupon he proved a
most efficient partisan, a fluent and
tngenlus liar, and a past master of
psychologize- the psychology of the
predatory male and no less preda
tory female, saving his young mas
ter from a little of both. Before this
most desirable consummation is
reached, however. Jeff has entered
the society of Harlem's black belt,
also the motion picture business,
making a most successful debut, and
done a number of other things in a
manner both shrewd and amusing.
material. The story is laid around
Babylon, and in it are portu-ayed
many Old Testament characters. The
romance concerns the setting free
of the Jews and the re-establishment
of the direct line of David.
While It is extremely lengthy and
at times tedious, there is a wealth
of information to be had for the
reading, and the historical data is
undoubtedly authentic. The de
scriptive .passages have been built
up after considerable research.
Mahars, strange reptiles with wings,
who communicate with each otner
through a sixth sens projected into
the fourth dimension, and who are
highly mtet.igent and learned. They
have even learned how to reproduce
themselves without male and the
race cuiisnta entirely of females.
Burroughs has taken most of hi
strange animals from pre-hiatorle
remains, altered them slightly to
serve his needs by add ng wings or
tutting o(f talis or putting claws
where hoots belong. His people are
rave men. subjected by the Mnhars.
The two me.nrom this world, and
Dian. a very wonderful cav woman,
seem to be the only intelligent hu
man In the hook, and their adven
tures are breath-taking.
There is-onsiderabie humor writ
ten into the story, especially having
to do with the woman. She is so
vtiy human that she might as well
bo walking along Broadway, and
htr actions in predicaments which
entangle the characters are highly
amusing. And the lova-story part of
the adventure is so realistic that It
seems apart from this strange inner
world and placed on our own.
Burroughs is a genius in a class
by himself. The peculiar twist of
his strorss imagination, diverted as j
It is "to t ie primitive, and the un
natural, makes his stories iwn al
most grnusiie. and yet this last on
U s unreal that 11 is read just to
c to what heights the man Is
capable of soaring.
life of 1 happy years, the book
gives episodes of his often heroic
career, ending with th day h died,
still "The Guard" in spit of old age
and failing strength, in gallant de-
Che Leading of a MlnMef. by Amelia
Kftrce r-ta.ey. Th. t a i iitoytie r Pub
lishing Houje. lioton. la.
According to the author's state
ment as long ago as lSS!1. she and
her husband, the iteverend John
Jacob iiialey. bepran to receive spir
itual refSMiic. and have been re
viving them ever since from a long
it of close friends and celebrities.
Mark Twain, Paul the Apostle, and
l.uae are some of th persons who
have advi.'d them and commitni
tsied alth them. Th book -fives,
with explanatory matter, the com
!.ete htstory of their messages and
a. so the messages in full..
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jf.,. - .. ,
Lad. Albert Parson Terkane'a In-
plrat loa far hla well-liked
frotrli eHle stories.
II w Ufa f a me t paw Karth. by T. .
OivaD. Ii.e l rr.to.hr i'ub.iahlnc
iluUe. lMtrB. At A.
Books such as this frequently find
the light of day. somehow; probably
cn account of the Immense anuun
if study they evidence and the pro
fundity of subject. The author al
leges that it contains complete proof
of how lif ranieand. wher it goes.
The work Is argumentative and Is
bused upon what a searching mind
bas found in study of the Bible,
documents of the ire-Chns:lan era
and also on some modern thought.
Italy Daring th "arM V ar. bv Falva
lora A. l ot;..s. Tile t'nrtalopfcer I'Uto
Ivn.ng liou, Bu;ud, alaa.
rtenator Salvatore A. Cotillo of
New York haa added to his reputa
tion of versatility by writing hi ac
count of what b saw and learned
-'h!!e In Italy during the war serv
ing the TL'ntted States as a propa
gandist. Py considering that Mr
Catilio 1 not a writer so much as
j,ol;ticlan and public cffic.aU it Can
lens of the child he loved and res
cued. Before the last sad moment, "how
ever, there were many Joyous ones,
for Kate was Lad's unswerving
partisan, favoring his almost as
much as did the two adored humans
h knew as the master and the mis
tress. When the oolish. Ignorant
constable would have taken his life.
! was Lad's fortune to turn th
tables in the most complete and ef
fective manner, saving the man who
would have killed him. When one of
those who had disregarded the sign
"No Trespassing." tried to take a
mean revenge for his well-deserved
d.scomfiture. the only result h ob
tained was to get for Lad the prize
he otherwise might have lost. The
child who had abused him he saved,
for It was not only in te single epi
sode of "Lady and the Fire" which
imperiled her that Lad proved him
self mad of hero stuff.
There are 11 tales in the volume
through which readers can renew
their acquaintance with th beloved
hero called Sunnybank Lad.
Tell Kngland. br Ernest Raymond. The
Oeurge il. Doran Company. New York.
From the time they met when
they first became playmates, when
they were and 8 years old. until
they fell, one by' one, at Gallipoli,
th lives of three gay. fine English
boys are told In this story wltn its
cryptic title. "Tell England." Ernes.;
Raymond has found one of the'best
method thus far used in impress
ing the rest of us of the cost of the
war in human timber, but he has
also done a great deal more.
He starts with clever character
descriptions of the three boys which
show the effects of environment,
personal contact and breeding. His
description of the various kinds of
English school life and their . ef
fects on pupils In character devel
opment la one of the most adequate
written in recent years. A reader Is
trund to feel extremely friendly to
ward these splendid youths even be
fore they are out of preparatory!
school, and as they approach ma
turity and death Jhis feeling of
friendship gives way to a warmer
feeling.
Then they are off together far
Gallipoli. telling each other their
impressions and expectations of
what Is in store for them. This is
tr.e thought or England n young
manhood. Through th daysof wait
Ing and of suspense tho readers fol
low them until finally come the or
ders to go forward, and then, one
by one, they fall. It is much like
losing three close friends.
fn all parts of the book Ernest
Raymond haa been successful in in
terprrting and writing into his story
the spirit of youth as it should be
at that particular ttage. He has
written with a fine sympathy Ian. I
understanding an amazing story of
how boys grow up into manhood.
Ill pert menial Psychology, by Almo Da
Monro, M. D. The J. F. Rowny Free,
loa Aagelea, Cal.
This book is a brief work on such
Ideas aa duality of mind, psycho
analytic control of thoughts and
concentration, ' telepathy, vibration
ard other advanced phenomena,
which the author seeks to explain.
It is not extremely convincing, even
on close study, and there are better
and clearer treatises on th aa ma
1. Pnindextrr. Colored, by Irving 8. Cobb
Th Cevorga H. Liran company. Xaw
York cny.
Although by no means represen
tative of Irving Cobb's best work,
and falling a long way short of
such stories as are to be found in
his volume entitled "The Escape of
Mr. Trlmm." and among the tales
J of Judge Priest, this new volume is
vary Interesting in spots and will, no
doubt, be warmly welcomed by Its
author s many admirers.
Twin Son Is, by Jeannie Blackburn Moral.
The Christopher Publishing House,
Boston. Maas.
Almost every reader has read alle
gorical stories modernized on the
sina of th fathers. Some fairly
good ones hav been written, but
this is not on of them; It Is merely
a repetition of warnings given every
child before It reaches the age of
20 years. It advances nothing new
and is not any too well written.
Rheaa, by Walter Bliss Xewgenn. The
Raymond Publishing Company, New
Havao, Conn.
This story is a sugar-coated pill
through the taking of which the
reader Is bound tJ Imbibe a good
bit of ancient history. It is a novel
of adventure. Intrigue and- love
timed about 600 years before the
coming of Qhriat, and the principal
character, Khesa Zerubbabel, is an
ancestor of'Jesus.
Walter Bliss Newgeon has done
Abbe rierre, by Jay William Hudson.
. D. Appleton at Co.. New York City.
He who has had that good fortune
to walk the roads or roam the fields
of Gascony and has viewed leisurely
the villages on the tops of the roll
ing hills, their once red roofs now
turning green with age, and the
white walls .Jujnin.g gray; has
viewed these villages from the out
side and then watched the quiet flow
of life within them; If he has noted
all these things, he knows that par
ticular charm which fastens Itself
tc Gascony in soutnern France.
There is a goldenness about life
there that somehow reminds the
traveler of the taste of a russet
apple found in an abandoned orch
ard, and there is the same taste
In Jay William Hudson's first novel.
It should be read in an abandoned
aiple orchard, when the mind is
quiet enough to be meditative but
a bit too lazy to meditate of Its own
accord.
Jay William Hudson is probably
not an old man. but he writes with
the same magic Insight that Anatole
France attained when he wrote
"The Crime of Sylvestre Bonnard."
and his Abbe Pierre says to himself
at the outset, "Sometimes, it is true,
I become so Interested in the
thoughts that come to me that I for
get to put them down; and. helas.
tl.ey are the best thoughts of all
the thoughts we have when we fall
ir.to long reveries on as ummer's
afternoon, and then awake with a
start,, somehow feeling that we have
been near infinite things. But one
cannot put such thoughts on paper.
No. the words will not come soon
enough, and. before we know it, the
mood has passed."
Hudson has caught the charm of
Gascony and set it down on paper
as it really Impresses itself on the
traveler's mind. That is no small
enlevement. His characters are
Gascons; some of them of the famous
DArtagnan stamp, and quite a few
as profound and gentle in thought
as is Abbe Pierre himself.
Abbe Pierre Is an old man who
has come back to his native village
to spend the rest of his days in
happy comprehension of the beauty
of the life around him, and as his
days flow softly by he observes in
variety of mood the budding lov
opening between enchanting Ger
maine Sance, th flower of Aignan.
and the young American, David
Ware. Chis love story is a small
and yet a large part of the book, a
story of rich happiness of young
love striving through crowding dif
ficulties to the fullest measure of
attainment.
to working out the love story on its
own merits.
But it is. in a way, unfair to sub
ject the book to a literary criticism,
it is not Intended as literature, but
as entertainment and, If the reader
has plenty of time without too fine
discrimination, "The Shadow of the
East" could be said to be entertaining.
xxpoccaxc
THE LITERARY VmWOVE
Th story concef a'eff Polnax-f tremendous pile of digging for his
The Shadow of the Kaat, by E. M. Hull
Small, Maynard St Co., Boston, Maes.
Whether or not the devotees of
"The Sheik" will remain devoted to
the author in this, his next effort, is
doubtful. Even if it should be
backed up by a screen version.
which would also seem doubtful, it
is not likely that "The Shadow of
the East" will ever attain the popu
larity of "The Sheik." The thrills
aren't there. This Is an attempt at
the meditative with something of
the Introspection of the characters
found in English novels of the bet
ter sort. It is neither a successful
attempt or a failure. If the book
Is read the way it was written
without too much or too accurate
thought, it will be enjoyed.
It is Kipllngesque in plot but not
in style at the start. In fact the
start is very similar to "Without
Benefit of Clergy," and the theory
of "The Phantom Rickshaw," with
more or less directness is found in
the rest of the book.
Barry Craven loves a Japanese
girl nd discovers, too late, that
she is the daughter of his own
father. What he does causes the
girl to take her life and he con
siders himself her murderer. An
old friend simultaneously wills him
a penniless daughter. All this hap
pens in the space of 60 pages, and
3 fx) more are consumed in bringing
Craven and the girl close enough
together to love. That In itself is
not a bad plot, and if there is not
too much thinking done along with
the reading. It is not a bad story,
but Mr. Hull has worked in an
amazing .maze of superfluous de
tail, and subjects his characters to
a prodigious amount of tedious
thinking that is governed by a logic
none too fine. Also there a.re sev
eral spans in the story that do not
need to be there. Better it would
have been to hAve confined himself
G. H. Putnam Scores Censorship.
On the same day that press dis
patches were published in The Ore
gonian concerning the proposal to
Inaugurate a system of book cen
sorship by boards or Juries Major
George Haven Putnam, head of the
publishing house of G. P. -Putnam's
Sons, arrived in Portland. Although
he was bent on an errand entirely
apart from the world of books, he
paused long, enough to vent his opin
ion of censorship.
"I believe in keeping within the
limit of censorship rules," he de
clared, "but I have no faith in the
merits, the Judgment or the re
liability of any board. The pub
lisher ought to know what and what
not to publish, ought to be able to
discriminate between the fit and the
unfit. The biggest evil in censor
ship is that it calls attention to
books and invites perusal. That was
proved in the case of some of Rabe
lais' works, which .were pronounced
too bold for girls of tender years to
read. The pronouncement started
discussion and the discussion cre
ated an unprecedented demand for
the books in question. And so it
has been with almost every book
that is criticized for overboldness.
"The best way to keep such books
for qualified readers is to say noth
ing about them that will excite
curiosity, and then their circulation
will be more nearly limited to a
proportion with their literary
merits.
Major Putnam is undoubtedly
right In his opinion on curiosity
and its effects on circulation, and
probably right in his opinion con
cerning the ability of Juries. If the
Juries to decide on books were made
up of rational-minded persons
sufficient literary turn they would
bo qualified, but the experience o
most censor boards has been slightly
toward fanaticism. Censors are
generally picked for their zeal and
their rigorous scissors.
In such case the restrictions would
work to the detriment of literary
production. All literature. Includ
ing fiction and poetry, contains
sugar-coated pills and especially the
present-day types of novel. To ful
fill their purpose there must be
certain amount of frank discussion
and if restrictions were placed on
authors and publishers it might be
that many stories would fall short
of their purpose.
M'
Hot Weather Imaginings.
I feigned a fountain, mossy-lipped,
Benea-th the forest trees;
I thought of pools whersin I'd dipped.
My noodle and my knees
But still with briny sweat I dripped.
And prayed to feel a breeze.
I dreamed about a marble crypt;
Of icebergs In th seas
Where whalers to the Arctic shipped.
Find floea that grind and squeeze:
I thought of steppes, all tempest-whipped.
Of blasts that make you sneeze;
Of mainsails by the northars ripped.
Of frozen toes and noses nipped ;
Of collies, for the summer clipped:
Of slaves who'll fan you if they're tipped.
Of old-time barrooms, all equipped.
With ice for beverages, chipped
Of rlckeys that of old I've sipped"!
Of Cherry-flips that I have flipped!
(And yet ther came no breeze.)
At last, you get me, I was hipped
I thought .of skeletons all stripped
To icy blasts that fairly sipped
And made their marrows rreeze;
I thought about the chill that gripped
My vltais, when my msnuacript
Was turned down, and my hopes were
gypped !
(And if. besides all these
There are some cold ones I have skipped.
Think of them. If you please.
I thought of them: my meter tripped
To cooling melodies
But still I dripped and dripped and
dripped
There never came a breeze!)
T. R. In Life.
Mark Hard to Beat.
Wall Street Journal.
Eugene G. Grace, president of the
Bethlehem Steel, plays a first-class
game of golf. Between him and his
'big chief, Charles M. senwao. ex
ists a keen and friendly rivalry, the
two playing regularly together.
In the steel trade, they tell the
story of a match once played be
tween the two. On the first hole, the
story goes, Schwab, who was keep
ing score, asked urace now many
shots he had taken, and was told
five. "I took a 4." said Schwab. At
the next hole. Grace had a 4 and
Schwab claimed a 3. As he holed
out at the third, Schwab asked:
'Gene, how many did you have?"
"One," replied Grace1. "Now, beat
that if you canl"
BY JENNETTE KENNEDY,
Assistant la the Circulation Department.
Public Library. -
OUNTAIN-CLIMBING is of no
use, but it is an accomplish
ment which elevates the spir
it, for "as soon as we have stood on
their summit we feel that we dom
inate them," says Sir Francis Young
husband in his recent book "The
Heart of Nature."
"The Hands' of Nara," the novel
by Richard Washburn Child, now
our Ambassador to Italy, has 'been
dramatized for screen production.
The leading role, that of a Russian
girl in whose hands lies some gift
of healing, is to be played by Clara
Kimball Young. The setting of the
action is in New York city.
Lord Ridell, who as head of the
news service for two continents,
both at the peace conference and at
the disarmament conference, has
truly been concerned with moment
ous affairs and world problems,
has written from his experience
"Some Things That Matter," a book
on the science of thinking and liv
ing, v
Stephen McKenna,- who is prob
ably best liked for "Sonia," although
he has accomplished several other
novels and an autobiography, now
is producing a new satirical novel,
"The Confessions of a Well-Meaning
Woman."
a
A story accredited to Sir Henry
Lucy's invention is told on the, Duke
of Devonshire, when as Lord Hart
Injjton he was making a speech in
parliament as leader of the opposi
tion and in the midst of it "inter
rupted himself by a prodigious
yawn." When a lady later took him
to task for it, his explanation was
naive enough, for he exclaimed:
"You don't know how dull it was!"
That popular writer of detective
stories, Carolyn Wells, has a griev
ance, says the Bookman, and it is
due to the prevalent custom of hav
ing detective fiction reviewed by
critics utterly Indifferent to the
technique ' of mystery development
and completely unaware of the lure
of "pursuing the villain." She says. I
feelingly, "These reviewers walk
right into the temple of deduction
with their shoes on, and crash
around quite horrid. They're bored
because they know they'll find out
on the last, page who stabbed the
man in the sealed room with his
library paper knife."
That her stories eell in spite of
the clumsy reviewers, and that her
plea is in the interest of fair play
is Carolyn Wells' contention.
have had a poster made entitled
"The Seven Great Men of the World,"
with a portrait of Ganjlhi in the cen
ter, then "Lord Krishna," "Lord
Buddha," "Mr. M. Lenin," "Lord
Christ," "M. Tolstoy,". "Professor
McSweenie"!
Sinclair Lewis undoubtedly cre
ated a best-seller in "Main Street'
(which is sometimes gropingly
called First Street or Front Street),
but his exhibition of temper over not
being very cordially received on
English soil would suggest a lack
of humor hardly in keeping with the
role of a-satiri3t in fact, has he not
shown "Main Street" manners?
A California doctor resents the in
ferences drawn by Theodore Dreiser
in his articles "Out of My Newspaper
Days," where he touches medical ex
periences such as a great "hospital
like Bellevire would furnish. Dr.
Boehme says Mr. Dreiser "paints pic
tures entirely out of perspective,"
that he laclcs a sense of humor a
quality which "above all things a
newspaper man should have."
"To see in the events and inci
dents that he has portrayed only the
horror of the situation proves that
he Is totally at sea when dealing
with-the humorous and oftentimes
the practical sides of his problems,"
says Dr. Boehme.
Mr. Dreiser is horrified at seeing
young; internes , gamble over the
question of life and death, but the
doctor's side throws quite a differ
ent light on the matter. He says:
"I can remember in my own 'cub'
days betting as to a diagnosis, help
ing create a pot to be paid to the
man who had the least number of
deaths in his ward each month, and
being forced to pay for a 'dead one'
in my ambulance when I arrived at
the hospital. But it wasn't done for
the sake of gambling or any obnox
ious reason; it was just a method
that had developed among us in
ternes to keep us 'on our toes'."
Dr. Boehme's indictment of Mr.
Dreiser's account of his newspaper
days is: "He wasn't seeing the world,
but he was seeing Theodore Drei
ser's seeing the world."
French Quebec again is the scene
of a coming novel hy Sir Gilbert
Parker. It is announced as a very
dramatic story with such elements
as the swirling river." "fighting,
heroic lumbermen" and "vivid humanity."
The story of Daniel Boone is to
have a new telling and by a man
who knows and loves the great out-
of-doors as the old frontiersman- did
in his day Stewart Edward White.
Daniel Boone, Wilderness Scout,"
is the titls, and the publication will
te in October.
a
H. G. Wells has committed him
self to an opinion of whom he con
siders the six greatest men in. his
tory. They are: Jesus, Budda, Aris
totle, Asoka, Roger Bacon and Abra
ham Lincoln.
Their chief claim to greatness in
each case is that every one of these
men brought a universal message
and rose above selfishness.
Book-shop advertising of "The
Cowboy," a recent book by Philip
Ashton Rollins, has provided "win
dow shoppers" in Boston and Chi
cago with nearly as many thrills as
"Bill" Hart movie. Cowboy and
Indian relics "with a past" have
been collected for display and some
of the incidents recorded in connec
tion with the cowboy impedimenta
are: A pair of "chaps" worn by a
horse thief who was "shot out of
them," a skull-cracker used by a
Sioux Indian in the battle of Wound
ed Knee, a Navajo blanket worn by
Sitting Bull in the same battle, a
pair of spurs taken from a captured
desperado. Chief Washakie's "chaps,"
a spade bit taken from "Opium Bob,"
loaded quirt. Kit Carson s lariat
and the blanket of Geronlmo. The
collection of Mr. Rollins is consid
ered one of the most interesting in
the country in its relics of the
plains.
In this connection it is interesting
to note for comparative reasons that
the followers of Gandhi in India
IT is rather a one-sided affair, this
puppy love story of mine, but
perhaps good Doris Blake will not
consign it to the waste basket on
that account. That would be almost
as tragic as the first love affair of
my life.
I lived in a small town about 25
miles from St. Louis, where I some
times went shopping with my
mother. The first time I ever went
alone, when I was about 15, I wore a
beautiful new hat. In those days we
didn't use hat pins and when I poked
my head out of a window Just after
the train started the hat fell off.
Quick as lightning I jumped for the
bell rope and gave it a vigorous pull,
but I was not quicker than the
handsome boy across the aisle, for
before the irate conductor could get
through the train to find out who
had stopped it the boy was handing
me my precious hat. Then and there
I received the lecture of my life.
but all chagrin and remorse were
lost in the ecstasy , of love and de
light for what I was pleased to look
upon as the grandest act of a real
hero. The boy, for he was but a
few years older than myself, lived
but a few blocks from me on the
same street and I had always been
much interested in him. From this
day I was madly in love with him
and never lost an opportunity to
watch him as lie daily passed the
house and I never failed to see him.
Iwas happiest when building air
castles for him and me. Had I been
a 1922 girl I surely would not have
kept this to myself, birt would have
flattered and coaxed him to respond
in some way. For nearly three
years I was miserably in love with
him, "but my most' comforting
thought now is that he never knew
it. J. C.
Paeff, the young sculptor, has con
ceived and executed a tablet of iip
pealing beauty that was unveiled
in the new hall of fame at the
capitol July 18, the date on which
the Yankee division made its most
telling drive in the world war.
"Where shells burst and men fell,
broken and bleeding, they calmly
ministered, heroic witnesses to the
power of the faith they preached.'.'
Thus the sculptor glorifies the four
chaplains to whose memory the
commonwealth has erected this
tablet: The Rev. Captain Walton
S. Danker, chaplain 104th United
States infantry: Lieutenant Father
William F. Davitt. chaplain lUlUM
United States infantry; Lieutenant
Father John B. DeValles, chaplain
104th United States infantry; ami
Lieutenant Father Simon O'Kourke,
chaplain United States navy.
"Inspired by one aim, following
one noble ideal, our chaplains went
among their men as comrades with
one another and with every soldier
Hebrew and Gentile, Catholic and
Protestant united in working side
by side to minister to their men
a,nd to take to the aid of our na
tion in arms the strength and fervor
of religious faith," says the special
commission that was appointed by
the commonwealth to provide for a
suitable memorial in the state house.
"The soldier's face." continues the
report of this commission in ac
cepting Miss Paeff's design, "is the
artist's conception of the repre
sentative type of the Massachusetts
service man."
Early in the war Bashka Paeff
immortalized the service miin for
all time in her "Spirit of Young
America." for which Nat Huffer,
known as "the naval drummer boy,"
was model. This is only one of the
many exquisite pieces of work that
have brought fame to the young
sculptor in her attic studio on the
edge of Beacon hill.
Miss Paeff is one of a large fam
ily who came to America many
years ago from Russia. Miss Paeff
went to the public school and then
through the Normal Art school and
the school of the Boston museum
of fine arts, reaping honors as
she went. All of Boston's art worid
knows the story of how, through
the years that she studied at the
museum, Bashka Paeff was a ticket
taker at the Park-street subway.
She laughs gaily as she tells how
I she managed to work the gate with
j her foot, to push change out quickly
! with one hand while in the other
! she held to the bit of clay which
j she modeled in every spare moment,
i Miss Paeff's sister, Sonia, now
Mrs. Louis L. Silverman of Dart
mouth, graduate of the conserva
tory of music, is a distinguished
pianist. A younger sister, Anna,
has Just graduated from the con
servatory, and a sister, Keba, also
a pianist, has produced some notable
compositions.
Bashka Paeff had intended, after
she won the first prize at the
museum of fine arts some years
ago, to go to Paris and study under
Rodin. The war interrupted this
plan. Miss i'aeff, however, will
sail for France on July 29 to study
in Paris and Italy. She will be
accompanied by her sister, Anna,
who will also study abroad. They
will return in November, when Miss
Paeff, at her studio over a car
penter shop on River street, will
go on with her work. .
TRIBUTE TO CHAPLAINS
Massachusetts ' Builds Memorial
to Fighting Parsons.
Boston Transcript.
The first memorial that will be
formally erected in the Massachu
setts hall of fame was designed
and executed by a Russian girl.
It is in memory of the chaplains
resident of Massachusetts who lost
their life in military or naval serv
ice in the -world -war. Miss Bashka
The Little Folk.
Sometimes when I woo sleep in vain,
And resting cannot rest,
Whllef troubling thoughts perplex my
brain
And care sits on my breast,
From many & glade of giant oak.
Par in the forest gloom.
The little folk, the fairy folk.
Come to my shadowy room.
They ride upon a golden car
Shaped like a baby moon.
Whose headlight Is a wandering star
Fallen through night's dim noon;
And there, upon the chairs and shelves
A peeping, peering throng
They perch, the tiny fays and elves.
And croon a fairy song.
It is a little sleepy tune. ,
With strange, elow, drowsy words,
Sweeter than any sung in June
By summer's happy birds;
And as I listen thoughts arise
Of old still forests deep
In fairyland, and on my eyes
Falls the soft veil of sleep.
Punch, London.
Noise Frequently "Wins.
Jud Tunkins says the man who
talks loudest so frequently gets the
best of an argument he's going to
buy himself an amplifier.
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