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THE SUNDAY OREGOXIAX, PORTLAND, SEPTE3IBER 17, 1922
MAN HELD STRANGE COMPOUND OF MAJESTY AND MEANNESS
Deepest and Best Thing Is Kinship to God, Declares Dr. W. T. McElveen Richest Kingdom and Greatest Field of Discovery Is His Own Soul Perfection Is. to Be Goal.
REV. WILLIAM T. McBLVEEN". Ph. P
First Congregational Church, Park and
Madison 8treets.
"And God said. Let us make man in
our imag-e. Genesis. 1:26.
"Be ye perfect as your Father who is
m heaven is perfect. Matthew. 5:48.
TWO texts one from the Old Tes
tament and the other from he
New Testament are- to direct
our thought this morning. In the
first statement we overhear God
talking with himself. The solil
oquy has to do with - the facul
ties and capacities with which
human nature is to be equipped.
The Heavenly Father is medi
tating on how great and glorious
a being he can make of man.
He makes a proposition to himself.
He declares one of his great Inten
tions. He tells us of his plan for
man. "And God said, let us make
man in our image." What does that
mean? It means something great.
It means more than we can yet fully
say. It means that man in some re
spects resembles God. It means that
God and man are in some importn.nl
particulars alike. The words are
simple, but their significance is
sublime. Noble as are many of th
domestic animals and depraved as
are many of the savage races, thera
is something in every human being
that is not in the highest animals.
The greatness of God proclaims the
greatness of man, for he quality
which distinguishes man from the
other beings of this earth is a qual
ity which he shares with God. God
manufactured this earth, but he did
not manufacture human spirits. We
are in a different sense the children
of God from what the beasts and the
birds are. The difference is a greal
difference. There is more danger in
thinking too lightly of our relations
to God than in thinking too seri
ously of them. There is some kind
of a bond which holds us to God:
some kind of a void in us that aches.
This Freedom, by A. S. M. Hutchinson.
Little, Brown A Co.. Boston. Mass.
Should A. S. M. Hutchinson, author
of "If Winter Comes" and a new
novel, "This Freedom," which is
here considered, desert the pursuit
of literature and take after archi
tecture for recreation, there is no
doubt but he would not only build
interesting and decorative houses.
but also strong buildings on founda
tions firm and solid.
His houses would be good houses.
They would last a long time. Per
haps the prospective tenants of
those houses might grow impatient
watching the care, slow and pains
taking, with which the workmen
placed the foundation for the more
graceful and ornamental portions
of these houses. But no prospective
tenant could be dissatisfied with a
Hutchinson house when once it had
been completed.
No reader can ever be actually
dissatisfied with a Hutchinson novel
when once it has been read.
This is perhaps the most notice
able feature .in Hutchinson's tech
nique his careful preparation
through a good half of both his
novels, and then a dramatic devel
opment that surges forward with
terrific force, hurling his persons
upon gray crags.
Waves move across the water
slowly and deliberately, gathering
strength through monotony, but
when they come at last to the suore
line, there is ever something mag
nificent in the final break, just
before they come tumbling and
seething upon the rocks and sand.
So with the two situations in
"This Freedom" a careful analysis
of a present-day problem, which is
so sincere and sympathetic, it would
not be too extravagant praise to
recommend the book as a part of
the fcurriculum in every advanced
educational institution in this
country.
This quotation from the acts of
the apostles appears upon the title
page, "With a great sum obtained
1 tnis freedom."
"This freedom" is the independ
ence desired and obtained by Rosa
lie, whose development is consid
ered to the exclusion of all things
else through the entire story.
Perhaps Hutchinson settles the
question, perhaps he doesn't. He
most certainly presents the ques
tion fairly and accurately, and of
fers there much material for inti
mate study.
The action of the story is not
deferred as long as it was in "If
Winter Comes." but though devel
oping slowly, seems to start at the
very beginning. The progress is
with a more even movement, ascend
ing with certainty to a powerful
climax, but there is not the con
trast of "If Winter Comes," which,
when the catastrophe did become
evident, soared as the eagle for one
brief instant before a crash.
"This Freedom" is tragedy trag
edy redeemed in an epilogue. Here
as in the former novel Hutchinson
permits himself to indulge in several
literary mannerisms, without which
the artistry of hs work would be
more sincere.
The insinuation in the first novel
of a character entirely unnecessary,
uninteresting, laborious, garrulous
and many such unpleasant things ai
ways seemed in poor taste. In
"This Freedom'" the style is fre
quently "gushing." Perhaps Rosalie
thought in that bubbling fashion,
but it is not consistent with her
charaoter to believe this when she
was so clearly suited to the posi
tion of bank manager and was so
apt in finance and the intricacies of
insurance.
The story would be marred with
telling the problem would be dis
turbed by half-baked discussion. But
here are live people in real situa
tions. Those who would occupy this
building examine first the founda
tion. ,
."olio in Society, by George S. Chappell.
G. P. Putnam's Sons. New Tork city.
The friends of little Rollo, who
followed and derived much enter
tainment from his adventures down
on the farm and along the country
side in general, will sit up and take
notice at the announcement that
Hollo is now in society and doing
surprisingly well. That is, surpris
ingly according to most debuts, but
not at all ,o when Rollo's charm
a.nd complete naivete are taken into
consideration.
Rolio s a complete success when
his family takes him to New York
to live, and he does the city n,
every phase, Greenwich village, Mr.
Ritz's restaurant, the football game
between the Yales and the Prince
tons and even a romance - which
Rollo manages quite adroitly ii,
spite of his tender years
For those who have not followed
Rollo now is the time to start, for
his city career is by far the most
engaging that he has thus far had.
Rollo is a little boy who asks quite
natural and quite logical questions,
much to the consternation of his
uncomprehending parents. George
Chappell baa well proven his mis-
until God fills it. - Whatever has
happened since man's start, God's
intention for man was exceedinglj
grand.
Man' is made in the image of God
He is a fac-simile in little of God
He is a miniature replica of the
Eternal Father. There are powers
in human nature that are copies in
small' of the almighty powers of the
Infinite One. Man in God's intention
Is to be a glorious God-like being.
We are fearfully and wonderfully
made. No one can indicate the outei
rim of our innumerable moral possl-
bilities. We are "beings of large
discourse looking before and after."
The Pattern for Man.
Man existed in God's thought be
fore he actually lived. In God's
mind there was an idea of what man
was to be and to become. Every
thing was first a thought. The idea
of a thing "Is the necessary first
half and a very important half of a
thing. Stevenson's engine existed
in the inventor's mind long before it
worked in his shop. Before the
place for the foundation is dug and
the material for the building is as
sembled the architect pictures in his
mind and then on paper how the
edifice will look. Our first text per
mits us to see God's design of man
before he really made him. It is a
peep at the mental picture of man
as he was divinely anticipated and
contemplated before he Decame a
flesh and blood being. '
And our second text throws a ray
of illuminating light upon that same
picture. "Be ye perfect as your
Heavenly Father Is perfect," urged
Jesus. That statement is a mandate,
yet it indicates what it is possible
for us to become. It is a behest, yet
it declares that man is a being of al
most infinite capacity and reach. In
deed, this command which at first
thought seems impossible of obed
ience is a splendid eulogy of our hu
man nature. It intimates that we
are capable of more than we think.
It implies that there is much more
tery cf humor, and there aiv it
lines in the small volume which are
not full of it.
Mr. Chappell has a pleasant way
cf coming in the back door with his
little jests and putting them on the
dining room table, as it were, for
the inspection of his readers. This
book ts an account of the many sur
prises due a small boy used to coun
try life who moves to the city and
plunges into the whirl of sophisti
cated society.
The Old House, by Cecile Tormay, trans
lated from the Hungarian by E. Tor
day. Robert M. McBrido & Co., New
York city.
A story of a time 70 years ago.
written in distinctly modern style,
with even some of the characters
showing modern characteristics and
trends of thoughts, is very apt to
be a bit incongruous in spots. In
fact, it is a wonder that Cecile Tor
may has so nearly succeeded in
avoiding such a misstep and so well
leflected the atmosphere of the mid
dle eighties with twentieth century
literature, iir technical sense. At
times the persons of the story, and
especially the women, Anne EJIwing
Illey, act or think in a very modern
way, and the barrier which rears
tself between illev and his wife
through mere failure to understand
each other is distinctly of the mod
ern novel of current times. How
ever, those same barriers may just
as well have constituted domestic
problems a hundred years ago as
now.
Cecile Tormay writes in European
A. S. M. Hutchinson, vrhoae new
novel, "This F'reedom," has
just been published by Little,
Brown & Co.
flavor with an exceedingly light
touch; a touch that is often so light
as to assume fantastical proportions
and to give an effect of shadows in
stead of living persons; shadows
projected on the wall of thought in
rather huge outline. But the story
loses nothing by these slight de
fects, and the line of thought is
never lost even if the exemplifying
acts are sometimes grotesque. If
the touch is light it is sure and the
story succeeds in telling itself with
considerable strength.
Christopher Ulwing was a builder
who built a town and a fortune to
gether arid left his fortune to a
weak son. The story concerns the
disintegration of the family, and
this gradual process is told, well
seasoned with romance and drama.
Readers should bear in mind. at the
outside that they are not confront
ed with American fiction, but the
entirely different type of continen
tal novel. If this is considered the
book may well be thoroughly ap
preciated. An Introduction to Economic History, by
N. S. B. Gras. Harper & Brothers.
New York city.
Written in a practical, concrete
and very simple style, this new text
book on the economic history of
civilization has certain points which
should make it distinct in its class.
It was designed for beginning stu
dents of economcs and the interest
ed novice and its facile explana-'
tions and expositions are entirely
comprehensible. The author has his
own ideas, of course, and he puts
them forth. ! While the book is pri
mary it is thorough. It is well-indexed
and catalogued, with ade
quate tables of notes and references.
Wintergreen. by Janet Laing. Ths Cen
tury company. New York city.
There is a deal of fussing around
to establish characters and settings
in the first 100 pages that seems
tedious, but in spite of such a
handicap "Wintergreen" turns out
to be a very good book of light fic
tion. It is farcical in character,
and one is apt to say something
about a tempest in a teapot if not in
a farcical mood. That, however, is
apparently just what the author
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in us than we have yet encompassed.
It denotes the spaciousness of our
prospects and the range of our pos
sibilities. It suggests that the rise
of man may be endless; that he may
ever grow toward God: that he can
ever have more and more abundant
life, and that eventually he may ul
timate in God. The old catechism in
quired, "What is the chief end of
man?" And the answer, you recall,
was. "Man's chief end is to glorify
God and to enjoy him forever." But
the answer of the catechism told but
half of the truth. We are to do
more than to enjoy God forever; we
are to grow in his likeness forever
and forever. We are to grow for
ever in the image of our Heavenly
Father. We are to be one with him.
We are to be identified with him,
not as a drop becomes part of the
great ocean; we are never to lose
our identity or our individuality.
We are ever to become more our
selves and more like our Heavenly
Father God is the end of man. He
is the goal which man is to proxi
mate by a process of endless becom
ing. Man's Future.
The Christian character is to have
a future, a glorious future. It doth
not yet appear what we shall be.
There are forces within us of which
we have never dreamed and which
we have never yet set operating.
Our nature is an unsounded deep.
Humanness is but very imperfectly
manifested in ourselves and in our
contemporaries. We have but be
gun to be. No man except Jesus
ever completely expressed his full
self. "Man is not man as yet." He
has put forth but a few of his pow
ers. At least nine-tenths of ms na
ture is as yet undeveloped. He is
the crown and climax of creation;
yet he is largely a bundle of possi
bilities. Man is a strange compound of
majesty and meanness, weakness
and power, transiency and trans-
cenciancy. AS nr. 4 .nnson sus-srests.
aimed at. for the story goes far
in showing from wliat small be
ginnings large misunderstandings
grow.
Wintergreen, in the person of
Miss Julia Glenferlie, is of good
sound Scotch parentage and a spin
ster, she is an exceedingly good
character, well-drawn and ade
quately done. Past 50 years of age
she discovers that her resources are
suddenly limited and decides to go
secretly away and enter domestic
service. In the house where she
finds employment, she also finds
life much disturbed and goes about
setting it to order for the various
persons involved. For this sort of
thing Wintergreen, as she comes to
be called, has an amazing knack.
She shows the doctor's wife the way
to regain the doctor's love, and
while she brings the coffee for an
other man to slip a poison powder
in, she calmly makes him want to
live a while longer.
There is a double love story,
which :it first is criss-crossed, but
which Wintergreen straightens out
quite nicely, and in the end she
does herself a great deal of good
and is enriched by more sound
friends than she ever dreamed Ipf
having. While the book is not
strong and will not be a best seller
by a long shot it has its merits.
An Intrndnction to the Htudy of Labor
Problems, by Gordon S. Watkins. The
T-.omas Y.. Crowell company. New
York city.
While all text books are complete
in a sense. Professor Watkins, who
holds the second chair of economics
at the University of Illinois, has
provided in this particular volume a
great deal more than 'a found in the
average, and while it is primarily a
text book there is also probability
that it wll be found useful for em
ployers and employes as well, for
i is a sound and broad discussion
ot all the elements which go to
make up the relations between la
bor and capital.
The author has divided his work
into three parts; the nature and de
partment of labor problems; the an
alysis of thj problem, and the agen
cies and methods of readjustment.
There are few, if any, of the factors
which go to make up the one big
problem, which have been omitted.
Labor's side is discussed from the
viewpoint of 11 ving ' stands, wages,
social science and many other angles
and the position of the employer
is considered from all sides. The
author turns over both the individ
fal and the national aspects, and
emphasis is placed upon the social
implications of the problem and the
necessity for social control. The
l ook should prove both valuable and
timely.
Crime. Its Cause and Treatment, by Clar
ence Darrow. The Thomas Y. Crowell
company, New York city.
There are a number of points in
the treatise by Mr. Darrow, a crim
inal lawyer of 40 years' experience,
that will arouse discussion in that
circle of readers who are interested
in the suppression," cure and gen
eral treatment of crime. His main
contention is that crime has causes
in every instance, and that the study
of crime should first be directed to
these causes as a preventative meas
ure rather than to the subject of j
punishment.
Mr. Darrow leaves no doubt in
the reader's mind that he is against
the prison as a place of punishment,
although it may have its uses as
a place of isolation for the criminal.
His theory of the cause of crime
concerns the delinquent and defec
tive. Environment, he claims, has
far more to do with the situation
than heredity, and he denies the
theory of existence of a criminal
type.
Aside from the merit or value of
hie findings, the book contains a
good discussion of crime and crim
inals, based on bare fact and devoid
of opinion. It is a good survey of
criminal conditions, and throws
much light on various problems
having to do with moral reforma
tion. Why Europe Leaves Home, by Kenneth
,L. Roberts. The Bobbs-Merrill com
pany, Indianapolis, Ind.
It is scarcely realized that the
individual magazine stories of Mr.
Roberts carry such strength and
weight until they are read as essays
in book form, and this recent vol
ume conveys the impression of
depth and reliable insight, espe-
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"Man is both a groveler on the earth
and the gazer at the sky." Man is
composea or two elements- one
grain of dust to one of deity. But
essentially man is not dust; he
divine. He is not of the earth, but
of God. The dust is there, but it is
not the most important thing about
man. The earth is there, but man
will one day slough off all things
earthly. Man lives in a body, but
oy and bye he is to have a new and
better embodiment. The deepest and
best thing in man is his kinship to
God. The greatest and finest ca
pacity in man is his capacity for
God. And that capacity is to unfold
cumulatively until man ultimates in
God. As man develops he will find
tne ricnest kingdom and the great
est field of discovery to be in his
own soul.
Perfection Men's Goal.
Perfection is to be the goal of
man. That is the far off divine
event toward which all' creation
moves. Man ' is to be made whole.
Some, day in the remote future he
is to become entire, lacking noth
ing. Then he Is to be fully a par
taker of the divine nature. When
man's growth reaches its consum
mation he will be more. than blame
less; ,he will be complete in Christ.
"We shall be like him when we shall
see him as he is." That is what
God had in mind when long ajro he
said "Let us make man in our im
age." That is what Jesus meant
when he urged his disciples to jour
ney steadily toward the perfection
that they saw in God.
"Be ye perfect as your heavenly
father is perfect." That injunction
is not the. moral prospectus of a
fanatic; it is not the exhortation of
an idle dreamer. It Is the edict of
one who was the greatest and best
of men and who ever knew what
was in man. Jesus never said a
contemptous word about human na
ture. He never spoke of any man
as being cheap or insignificant. He
ever saw the divine handwriting on
ciaily when the subjects are immi
gration and post-war conditions ii
Europe.
Kenneth L. Roberts is something
of a political observer, of a statis
tician and of an historian. Above
all he is a thorough and accurate
reporter, and possesses the ability
to blend politics, statistics, econom
les and everyday life into a highly
interesting kind of reading.
His reviews of the conditions in
Europe, accounts of emigration
studies, interviews of authorities are
informative and entertaining, and
he writes apparently without preju
dice. Why Europe Leaves Home,
is but one of the essays which the
volume contains, but it explains the
reasons, from the European view
point, for the tidal waves of emi
gration which swept American
shores before restrictions were in
troduced. It also provides adequate
word-pictures of the kind of emi
grants and the kinds of places from
which they came in greatest num
bers. There is admirable frankness in
Roberts" style, and this is strength
ened with frank humor when he
turns his light on the British liquor
problems. His exposition of Eng
lish beer drinking is subtly amus
ing to the American, but not to
the Englishman, and after piling up
a mass of statistics against the
English he multiplies them in the
case of Scotch for Scots. All of
the essays are decidedly clever.
Ihe Day of the Beast, by Zane Grey.
Harper & Brothers, New York city.
An inspiration worthy of com
mendation prompted Zane Grey in
the selection of the theme for this
last, and undoubtedly his best,
novel. He combines in it the prob
lems and the situations which con
fronted the returned disabled sol
dier and the hectic life which has
been followed by the younger gen
eration since the war. Daren Lane,
a soldier who has no hope of pro
longed life, returns home to find
the circle of friends he lived among
interested in nothing but the mad
whirl of frivolous and frequently
disastrous life they are in up to
their necks.
Both of these phases', that of the
soldier and that of the flapper, are
vital and important even outside the
realm of fiction, and interdependent,
just as Mr. Grey points out. That
he should have combined them and
written a strong and intelligent
novel is, an exceedingly clever
stroke, and the work he has pro
duced will be one of the widely read
books of the winter.
One criticism which will be heard
perhaps more often than any other
is that Mr. Grey has condemned too
freely and that he has taken a trend
toward the prudish. Certainly it
will be said that his preachment Is
too prolonged. It is true enough
that the flapper, male and female,
has set a rather strenuous pace and
that the speed has been too much
for many virtuous children who
have fallen from grace.
But the age of jazz is not alto
gether bad, and it would probably
be better to condemn specifically
rather than generally. Which
brings back a criticism that was
made of John Dos Passos' "Three
Soldiers," that if only one such case
existed as Mr. Dos Passos presented
the book was warranted. Zane
Grey's "The Day of the Beast," takes
up the soldier In a slightly similar
way. but in another part of his
career, and let it be said that Mr.
Grey ennobles the soldier. The
same criticism can be used in this
case. If there existed only one
Middleville, with such life as is de
picted, the book would be war
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every soiled fragment of humanity
He didn't ignore the mischief that
sin was working in the human soul.
but he insisted that there was some
thing In man which when reinforced
by a sense of God's presence would
make man any easy match for every
evil force that would reach out to
wreck or ruin him.
V The old orthodoxy used to say
that there was. no moral health In
man. It found a kind of pleasure in
describing human nature as inher
ently vile. Indeed, some of the old
thinkers thought that by disparag
ing the nobilities of human nature
they magnified the nobility of God.
Pascal was in his day one of man
kind's greatest thinkers. Yet his
favorite and frequent theme was the
utter worthlessness of man and the
transcendance of God. Calvin did
some patient, persisent, penetrating
thinking. Thinking men will ever
be his debtors. But he said far too
much about the depravity in men
and too little about the divine in
men. The theologians are not the
only thinkers who err in this par
ticular. Mr Huxley described man
as if corruption was his father. Mr.
Carlyle referred to the population of
England as "thirty millions, mostly
fools." Matthew Arnold looked
down with contempt on all outside
his own caste and called them "bar
barians." Emerson declared that
the worst of charity is that it pre
serves lives that are not worth pre
serving.' And there are still some
preachers of the gospel who find
more delight in talking about the
acquired corription of human na
ture than about its splendid possi-
slbilities.
Jesus Eulogise Man.
Prnm the Una of the son of man
none of these libeling and vili
fying conceptions of human na
t.ira cuar fall Rarhpr. .Tpriir indi
cated that man's fundamental peril
is that he shall not think enough of
himself, and shall not believe in his
own capacity for God. Jesus ever
sermon and a good one, and the
preacher is . Daren Lane, the
wounded soldier. He returns to
America to find- his sister, his
fiancee and all his friends flappers
past redemption, and he sets about
devoting the last shreds of his fail
ing strength to redeem them.
There is no doubt that the cor
ruption he findf is prevalent in
every city in the country. It exists
in Portland, and there is just such
a gang of wolves here within our
own city as Mr. Grey describes in
Middleville. Fortunately, the ten
dencies toward the immoral are but
a slight one-half of 1 per cent of
all life and the situation is not as
alarming as might be supposed.
As a novel "The Day of the Beast"
is powerful and absorbing. Zane
Grey will be discussed because of
it more than he ever has been be
fore. Xonsensorship, an Anthology of Criticism
by Various Critics. G. P. Putnam's
Sons. New York city.
The reviewer must admit that it
If appalling to pick up a book
which contains the satirical explo
sions of such a galaxy of writers.
Censorship is frankly and daringly
discussed by Heywood Broun,
George S. Chappell, Ruth Hale, Ben
Hecht, Wallace Irwin, Robert
Keable, Helen Bullitt Lowry, Fred
erick O'Brien, Dorothy Parker,
Frank Swinnerton, H. M. Tomlin
son, Charles Hanson Towne, John
V. A. Weaver, Alexander Wolcott
and the author of "The Mirrors of
Washington." All of it is edited by
G. P. Putnam, who lightened his
enormous Job by editing In the
same frank light with regard to
censorship that the sundry and var- I
ious authors wrote under.
Censorship, or nonsensorship, of
everything which is served non
sensored Is discussed; i.. e., movies,
the . stage, literature and mostly
prohibition. The book, by the way,
should be particularly interesting
to Portlanders just at present be
cause several of the list whose
writings it contains are included in
the Putnam party coming this way
to view the great and glorious west
and its adequate exponent, the Pen
dleton Round-up. These are Wallace
Irwin, George S. .Chappell, Charles
Hanson Towne and Ruth Hale.
There are also Hubbard Hutchin
son, Walter Trumbull and John
Held, the illustrator.
But the book Heywood Broun
talks of censorship of the movies
because it cuts out the part which
would create an aversion to just
whatever sort of part it happened
to be, as, for instance, a movie of
a highwaymen which convinced
Broun he didn't want to be one. Ben
Hecht writes nimbly of how non
sensorship ruined M. L. Mancken,
and Ruth Hale says woman has
come to the rescue because it has
always been up to her to do the
scheming and managing and now
she can scheme and manage to get
booze in spite of prohibition. Wal
lace Irwin's best is perhaps his
verses about the drinker's tummy,
"My beautiful, sensitive tummy that
once was so rosy and pure. My
dainty, fastidious tummy O what
you had to endure." Robert Keable,
the writer who could write of a
womaji's bosom but did not dare use
a plural synonym, sets forth his
case, and Helen Bullit Lowry writes
of the uninhibited flapper.
In such vein is all the book, a
lively volume for the liberal mind
ed and free thinkers.
My Northern Exposure, The Kawav at the
Pole, by Walter B. Traprock. G. P.
Putnam's Sons. New York city.
No sooner did the trusty Kawa get
back from her long excursion in
the South Seas . than ' she was put
NOVEL
urn
reminded, men of .their divine par
entage and destiny. He seemed to
think that people were made strong
er and better not by entertaining
belittling opinions about themselves,
but by having a quickening sense
of what was possible for them to
become. There is much more inspi
ration in trying to get to the head
of the class than there is in trying
to remain at the foot of the class.
"Be ye perfect," insisted Jesus. He
didn't apologize for the audacity of
that command. He Intimates that
moral audacity is Just what the av
erage man needs. He suggests that
there is not enough dare and ven
ture In our minds and spirits. This
command to be perfect may look
like an imperative that is impossi
ble of accomplishment, but Jesus
ever told men to do the impossible.
One day he bade a man with a with
ered hand to "stretch forth thine
hand." But a palsied hand has too
potency that will enable it to reach
forth. However, as the paralytic
tried to do as he was told, his weak
arm and hand were thrilled with
strength. The very effort to do the
seemingly Impossible developed in
the arm the power to do it. "Be ye
perfect," urged Jesus. It is a steep,
s,iff ascent he bids us climb. But
it is God's- intention that we should
steadily ascend toward the un
reached. It is his plan that we go
higher and ever higher.
On, on, always on; that is God's
command and desire. The mount of
perfection is exceedingly high;
higher than we now Know. But up
its almost vertical slope it Is God's
will that we should climb. We will
not reach the summit during this
earthly life. For years that are
here granted us are too few to
match the expansive possibilities ot
our souls To satisfy all our spiritual
ambitions arid to translate our ever-
increasing ideals into realities we
will need to live as long as God
lives. But if the divine within has
been awakened and vitalised we will
into drydock to have her barnacles
removed and to receive a coat of
Eskimo oils preparatory to her dash
for the pole, and let it be said at
the start that she got there and
back again, neither a sadder nor a
wiser ship. If Walter E. Traprock
keeps on sailing the Kawa at such
a .phodigious rate the shipping
board will get him if he doesn't
watch out.
Already whisperings are heard
about the authenticity of the au
thor's claim to have reached the
pole, but these will no doubt cease
now that the book is published, be
cause the sincerity and frankness of
the chronicler and the valuable col
lection of photographs of scenes of
Arctic life are proof enough to con
vince even the most skeptical. Just
as surely did the Kawa'i crew reach
the pole as did the Kawa cruise the
tropical waters.
And still more convincing proof
is that when Mr. Traprock reached
the pole and reached out to grasp
it, he found three fingers frozen to
it. He gave one each of these to
three Eskimo women whom he
found living beneath the pole, as
keepsakes, although they were not
kept very long. The bottle, he af
terwards explains, was tied to the
pole.
Nerve-racking and frightful ar
the terrible experiences recounted,
adventures which have daunted for
mer searchers for the pole. The
crew gave way to mutiny and ran
off with everything but the shred
ded wheat biscuits; the women of
the north fell fast and furiously
for the explorers, fighting for the
and when won, caressing them
roughly but not too roughly.
The whole book is a vivid picture
of Arctic life as found north of
"Eighty-six Sixty or Sink," written
wit:, a conscientious concern for
minute detail. Dr. Traprock kept
his dairy with the utmost care and
wrote the book after he returned.
But if the pictures were taken in
New York the ice bill was the most
frightful experience of the whole
trip.
Claim Number One. George W. Ogden.
a. c. McClurg Co., Chicago.
The excitement which went with
the huge drawing for government
land allotments is well portrayed
in tnis book of rather light, typical
western fiction. There is a pleas
ant little love story running through
it, combined with the influence
which- the suspense of waiting for
the drawing for what is for many
tne last chance. The scene is laid
in a mushroom city which has
sprung up with the announcement
of the allotment and there fs a
great deal of the wild life and
fighting and gambling which were
supposed to go with such affairs.
Safe Put In Ice Box to Loot.
PEORIA. 111. Using slabs of ba
con as skids, burglars last night
slid a safe of the Chicago Beef com
pany into an ice box. where they
looted It of $100, while accomplices
stood In front of the building and
fired many packages of fieeworks.
You are cordially invited to attend the informal public
reception in honor of the distinguished group of visiting
literary people from the east, in the book department of
the J. K. Gill company, corner of Third and Alder streets,
from 2 to 3 o'clock on the afternoon of September 18.
Among the distinguished visitors will be George Pal
mer Putnam, Frederick O'Brien, George S. Chappell,
Ruth Hale, Charles Hanson Towne, Hubbard Hutchin
son, Ralph Barton, Wallace Irwin, Charles Wellington
Furlong and Walter Trumbull.
Immediately after the reception will occur the cere
monies of the laying of the cornerstone of the new build
ing to be occupied by the J. K. Gill company at Fifth and
Stark streets.
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I have all the time there ever -will b
anywhere to Journey gladly yet toll
Isomely toward this far-off goal.
Be perfect. That is a command.
But every command that Jesus
issued was a prophecy in the Im
perative mood. Every precept he
gave us was also a promise. Every
obligation he Imposed upon us was
also a privilege. For with the de
mand ha bestows the adequate
grace to fulfill it. He) requires
nothing which 1 not eventually cer
tain of achievement. The hesitant
doubting Thomas exclaimed, "Lorn,
we know not whither thou goest,
and how can w know the way?"
Because we know Jesus Christ we
know the goal and the way. and we
are empowered to climb up and on
until we reach the goal of perfec
tion. What is man? There are two ways
of answering that old query. Yon
may describe man as he now actual
ly exists, or you may describe man
as he exists ideally in the divine
mind. Some men and women as they
at present exist do seem to be In
significant. But if you will think
of what they might be and ought to
be, and what God intended they
should be you will know them to be
potentially divine. The essential
nature of man, what ia it? Is man
essentially a bundle of animal appe
tites and passions that live for a
little while in a body of bone and
muscle that Is lighted by a flicker
ing candle of intelligence? Is that
all that can b said about a man?
No, man is not simply animal stuff
plus mental stuff. Behind the flesh
there is a mua of moral possibili
ties. Back of the mind there is a
capacity for the divine. Wordsworth,
the poet, sang of little babes
Tralllnr clouds of (lory da we come
From God who Is our home.
And In singing thus Wordsworth
proved himself to be a seer. For all
human spirits do date from God.
Aristotle defined man as a political
animal. Seneca defined man as a
THE LITERARY PERISCOPE
BY JEN'NETTE KENNEDY,
distant in the Circulation Department,
Public Library.
W
HAT is electricity, gentle
men?" asked Professor Tait
at the beginning of a iec-
tare one day, at the same time fix
ing his eye on a certain idle etu
dsnt, who nervously stammered out,
"I did know, sir, but I have for
gotten." ""What a tragedy!" said
Tait. visibly swelling: "the only man
in this world who ever knew what
eiectrlclty was and he has forgot
ten." This story Is told in connec
tion with John Mills "Within the
Atom, ' a publication which treats
very fully of present theories or tne
nature of matter and electricity.
A story of Jane Austen's youth
with uncorrected spelling, Kngliah
and arrangement, has come to light
and is to be published this month.
It is declared to be "an uproariously
funny -book," and will be published
under the title, "Love and Friend
ship." with a preface by Gilbert
Chesterton.
The recent death of W. H. Hud
son at his home in London deprives
the world of letters of a very un
usual producer in that field, a fa
ii.ou.s naturalist, whose books on
bird life are widely read, a novelist
whose "Green Mansions" alone is a
valuable addition to the literature
of fiction and a writer whose gift
for biography is shown in his de
lightful memoirs of his boyhood life
in South America, "Far Away and
Long Ago."
s.
Hugh Walpole sto begin a serial
publication of what he himself de
scribes as "'Fragments of Auto
biography" in the October "Book
nun." The title is "The Crystal Box'"
iu advance notices compare it very
favorably with his novels.
e
The letters of that brilliant critic
cf literature and art. James Gibbons
Huneker. are to appear in Scrlbner's
Magazine very soon and should prove
a delight to the readers who enjoy
his quick flashes of wit, and his
alert interest in the new and un
hackneyed. a
The author of "The Love-Story of
Aliette Brunton." Gilbert Frankau,
confesses to the exhaustion which
literary effort brings on. He says,
"for a whole fortnight after the
completion of that novel, I was so
nervous that I dared not put a horse
at a fence."
A philanthropic millionaire , who
desires to stimulate the Intelligence
of his contemporaries could not use
his money better," says Edwin E.
Siosson, "than to place a set of J.
Arthur Thomson's The Outline of
Science' In every community in the
country.
m m m
The Three Lovers'" is Frank
Pwtnnerfnn's new ftill-lenirth novel.
Invitation to the Public
social animal. Jesus and h; apostles
defined man as a fella ems animal.
Man's Intrinsic. Inalienable and
t am I u'nrlh la heat vwnre.aed h V
the simple scripture phrase, "child
of God."
Perhaps man Is physically de
scended from a long line of unnum
bered animal ancestors who hsvs
been slowly transformed throufh
successive eons of geologic lime.
But man is more than a product of
nature; he more than a member
of the species; he l the offspring of
God. He Is not a hopeli-s brute or
a triumphant angel. Ha Is a wound
til, growing. stniKgllng. aspiring.
.rrllual being. Memory tells htm
of many past failures and some lew
moral achievements. But his en
lightened imagination palms for him
vivid pictures of lessons learned
from his mIMakea and ureal attain
ment accomplished by the help of
God. His deepr. flnrr Instincts urn
him on. His ever receding Ideals
allure him on. God within pushes
him on, Christ, the ideal man. ths
perfect man, God's thouaht of what
a man should be, ever beckons him
to come up hlirher.
It Is a great thing to be a human
being because a human being can
always be a yet greater human bs
Inr. I,lfe as 'we know It la at it
hlirhMt and heat In man. Hut human
life, because it is Indwelt and energ
ised by God. will ever seek fuller
and finer expression. Man, neraus
of the divine within, la to express
himself ever more completely as tne
millenla roll on. What a wonderfu,
thing la life! It has Ine. hauat this
nnMlhihtlu. It la full of nrnmlae.
It may become ampler and finer. Its
significance lies far less In whst It
Is than In what It mar hwnmi A'
few hundred thousand years ago
life's best expression was perhaps
an ape. A few hundred thousand
years from now life's finest expres
sion will be a God-like man
"Command" Is William McKee's latest
sea story. "Lillian" is Arnold Ben
nett's most recent humorous presen
tation of lore and marriage, "The
Cathedral" Is Hugh Walpole s study
of the characters In a cathedral
town, and Jeffery Karnol has a lata
story called, " Peregrine s Progress."
A new bonk on South America la
Hiram Bingham's "Inca ltnd." and
a volume of essays, which sounds
Interesting. Is St. John Krvlnes
"Some Impressions of My Elders."
Evidently John t. Works was not
satisfied with Mr. Gilbert Chester
ton's analysis of '"What's Wrong
With the World." all explained quits
definitely several years before ths
war. for Mr. Works has Just pub
lished a -What's Wrong With ths
World" Indictment of his own. Hs
blames the wrongs of today on tha
morals of this generation, and Its
pleasure-seeking madness.
"Ksst of Sues." by W. Hntnrrit
Maugham is to appear simultaneous
ly this month in book form, and as
a play, on ths New York stage. It
Is the result of Mr. Maugham's trav
els In China, for hs seeks his ma
terial in far-away places.
"W never notice advertisements
until the things they advertise srs
familiar to us," Is Mr. Frank rtwln
nerton's rsther novel stltude towsrd
publicity.
a
Some autumn puhllcaf Ions of John
Masefleld's will be "The Prnm." a
poem. Illustrated by his daughter,
and "Molloney Holtspur: or, Ths
Pangs of iove," a play dealing with
the lives and loves of two genera
tions, and demonstrating the theme
that "the sins of the fathers shall ba
visited upon the children."
In Seton Gordon's "Amid Snowy
Wastes." hs tells of the cl f f loit it t -
of coal mining on the Ire-bound no.
man's land of Spitsbergen. lis
speaks of going from the surface
warmth and sunshine domn Into ths
shaft of a mine which was lntenaelr
cold "like a refrigerator." with
walls hung with hoar frost and
icicles. He relates that the mines
may be worked without supporting
timbers behind the "working facs."
on account of ths solidly froi-n
ground.
"Lord Northcllffe. the Man." ts
characterised in an excellent an
alysis by Fllson Young In "The Sat
urday Review." Among the things hs
observes are: "Lord Northcllffe was
an idealist, but no poet. . . He never
tired his public; whatsvot tuns hs
was piping, hs knew how to stop
Just before his audleno had got
tired of It and break Into anothsr
key. . . Hs was alwsys young, and
wielded his great powers In a elmpla
and nautrsl way. never wearying In
that enjoyment of them which is ths
truest gratitude and piety towards
life "'