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THE BROOKLYN DATTA' EAGLE. NEW YORK. WEDNESDAY, JULY 18. 1023. JOHN GALSWORTHY BURIES SOAMES FORSYTE-OTHER BOOK REVIEWS Ml WHEN SLAVERS BATTLED LAW well give a truer idea of war than any more prosaic representation.

Even in reading It, one fuels the vast immllty of war to normal, healthy Passed in Review A Pair of Heralds By E. KENDRICK BROWN GEORGE CURRIE Who Announce Their Purposes and Fulfill Them In the Hills of Kentucky and in the Closer Jungle of the Triumph and Defeat of Flcur, One Gathers, Consti tute Mr. Galsworthy's Estimate of What Change Hath City, All Are Worthy. IN THE present confusion of categories an author confers a substantial boon upon his readers by announcing his Intentions at the start. We are therefore Indebted to ji's vocabulary may be, it startles ujt on this side to hear Sylvester, a typ ol the plain man, use such terms a 'the quietness of night stimulated to a fuller stillness," or "that term ot approoatlon." Still, that Is a minor matter, and whatever Dublin may think of their fellow'f latest play, this seems to us wort.j acting Reed, the Skillful THEY are out of the rut, out ot the beaten path, these people John Reed writes about In "Daughter of the Revolution" (Vanguard Press), and whether they be long to the lunatic fringe or the vanguard of humanity is irrelevant.

16 only matters to the reader that these stories and sketches are keenly felt and recorded with a hard, brilliant skill. Reed was a globe-trotting, revolutionary vagabond, who gave up great prospects In Journalism to pursue his social Ideals. He died of typhus in Moscow, in 1020. This little book represents the cream of his writings. Reed writes lmpresslonlstlcally and makes all his words do services there Is a delectable absence of literary frlllery.

His satire is keen and mature; there is nothing of the bubble-blowing, sophomorlo Idealist about him. The great war made a big splash In his short life, and several of these contes are vivid records of those "eventful years." people. The third scene in the hospital, most of the males of Act I are recuperating, still has a slight air of artificiality, remote from llle. Jessie, the embodiment of victory and health, does not appear. We hear her voice and the flowers she sends, but her place is not this asylum of semi-fleath.

The closing scene, a dance at the tootball club, shows a return to the atmosphere of Act I. We hear the lyric notes of the war scene only in the conversation of. blind Teddy and lame Harry. The war has healed the mental abnormality of Susie Monltan. Her hopeless love for Harry had driven her to religious fanaticism, but service as a nurse gives her normal outlet for her energy.

As the chosen a young surgeon, she ranks with Jessie as a belle of the ball. As In life, we feel only momentarily the deep tragedy of the young Samson shorn ol his strength; there are so many other people, the dance goes on. Throughout the play are riotous oursts of humor, notably Teddy's departure for the war. Quieter appreciation meets the pedantic speech of Kimon Morton, who, by a "minor ctlort towards self-education," has risen in his own and others' estimation, but however wide an Irish dock- k4 NECK," most llghthearted of the three, a side of the mountaineers equally authentic and perhaps more characteristic. No people is more observant of etiquette, if their custom demands a funeral oration in praise of a good-for-nothing whose wile was glad to get rid of him, the preacher preparing to "unwiddcr" her has no qualms about delivering a masterpiece of eulogy, while the bereaved sits weeping by.

To the audience which never fails to appreciate the spectacle of a man present at his own funeral, Is given the added ecstasy of seeing the same man witness his wife's wedding. Turning from this volume to that of Sean O'Casey Is like passing from the wide spaces of the countryside to the straggling environs of a great city. The nine or ten principal characters are constantly moving in and out, conflicting and agreeing, laughing and crying out in bitter agony. The hero, Harry Heegan, on leave from active service, wins for the third time a football match Which gives his club the permanent possession of the silver cup. He departs for the front In a burst of glory, but he returns with a spinal Injury which ties him to a wheelchair.

His friends are kind, but he Is no longer part of their life; his former betrothed, Jessie, Is now the sweetheart of the romrade who the little life that remains him. Beginning tn a tenement room, the direct progress of the story is inter-ruoted by the second act which is an Percy Mackaye for entitling his latest volume of plays "Kentucky Mountain Fantasies" (Longmans, Green), and to Scan O'Casey, who designates "The Silver Tasslc" iMacmlllan) a tragicomedy. The fantastic character of the first of the Kentucky plays lies in the lyric chant of old Lark The prelude to his fiddling, telling how "ole Napoleon" crossing the Rockies, after the seventh night "made him a song, a march-ditty." might have something of the effect of Peer Gynt driving to Heaven. Lark and his wife in their mountain cabin are contrasted with two nen from "down yan" who co-ne to secure land for a railroad. Of these, one is from a well-known brand of go-getter; the other, less flam-buoyant, gains his ends by art mingled with sympathy.

But the characters have the unreality of a mystery play. The old couple represent the poetry, courage and simplicity of the untouched mountain "folk; the business men, though varying In method, each suggest the coarsening influence of the world outside. Although Mr. Mackaye has prepared as by earlier plays and stories for his concentrated dialect, the language i r-or ill mm Lr 4. Ss.

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REUPHOLSTERED has for the average reader somctning nt tho HiHlciiHv nf Chaucer. It holds greater interest for the philologist $20 tne siuaenr oi niuucin uitnum Intermezzo representing the emotions In "Timber, the tnira piay oi i i In flnril Velour UpMtrf of Iml-tittlnn Inther. Frame pollnhfd. New uprlnjci Inserted. I'hune (or free impl.

cud rnicD Frame or S- SUP COVERS: pB, nbrry Set. Duttpronf, fteljrUn Linen or Crr tonne; beautiful deilfn; euttable ny room. collection, a goggle-eyed devil of city and hardship of war by a scries oi chants, with prose Interludes showing ridiculous trivialities. It is difficult to civilization and attendant evils is no Judge the effectiveness of this act by more apparently successful In his battle against the culture of the mountain people. Jehovah, with his aid.

Slavs the men folk of the wicked Wyndham Lewis, Story Teller Sophisticated Yarni in "The Wild Body" and Other Spicy Matters. mere reading. The full-chorused nr Art Uoholstery Co chants In semi-darkness occasionally who destroy the "white popples" of lightened by bursting shells and I 319 DEAN ST. 1235 MYRTLE AVE. Phone TlllANCLF.

21:4 Phont JEFFEBSON 1971 nis new uaracn oi iaen. veerie lights, Interspersed with the antics of the stall wallah and ending with the crescendo of the guns might "THE FUNERALIZING OF CHICK- CWRITE OR PHONE FOR FREE SAMPLES OR ESTIMATE. A lerce Arrow entertaining and have comedy enough in them. MOST of his tales are laid in prewar France and Spain and consist of delectable anecdotes about the natives and the author's relations with them. They have the unmistakable stamp of having been lived.

The most entertaining story in the book we found to be "Beau Sejour." This tells about a pension In a small Freni-h town; the residents at the pension are chiefly emlgree Poles, sponging on the proprietress, and one chronically drunken German who conducts a perpetual courtship with his hostess. These Poles, Mr. Lewis explains In a note, "had banished themselves for purely literary political reasons. It Is likely, rather than been banished. Brittany became a heavenly Siberia for masses of middle class Russian men and women who made 'art' the excuse for a never-ending holiday.

They Insensibly became a gentle and delightful parasite upon the French." The German had other accomplishments beside the amatory. He knew how to snore. To wit: "An obscene and penetrating trumpeting rose from the prostrate Carl it rose shrieking and strong, sank to a purr, then rose again louder and stronger, sank to a gurgling purr again, then rose to a brazen crow, higher and higher." Well, If you would like to spend a couple of vivid hours in the company of these strange people, read "The Wild Body" by Wyndham Lewis. Brooklyn's Best Sellers The appended list is an actual composited scoring list, based on this xcek's sales from Abraham Straus, Fiederick Loeser te Co. and A.

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"Brook Evans" (7). S. Glaspell; Stokes. By LESTER SHARAF. WYNDHAM LEWIS, riding on the full tide of his present popularity, has gone to his trunk (the author's proverbial trunk) and fetched out some short stories and sketches he wrote in the antebellum days, trimmed them up, added two new ones to their number, and Issued them in a book called "The Wild Body" (Harcourt, Brace fc Co.) These stories are all decidedly ciev-tr and sophisticated, not only in content but also in style.

Mr. Lewis writes startling prose, the reader is forever being poked In the ribs by some curious figure speech or outlandish comparison. Mr. Lewis has a reputation as a painter, and this carries over into his writing a peculiarly acute attention to people's faces. To read Mr.

Lewis' description of a face is something of an adventure, and leads the reader to wonder what ungodly secrets the author might drag up from the hills and valleys of his own, the reader's countenance. The stones in "The Wild Body" exemplify Mr. Lewis' theory of laugh REDUCTIONS ter. The root oi me iuuiit, ic writes, "is to be sought in the sensation. rpuiH.ins from the observations of a thing behaving like a person.

But amounting to as much as Wrought Slavery and a Fatherly Tyrant, Etc. MR. GALSWORTHY, in bringing the saga o( the Forsytes to an end, lays them aside with a decent burial and pauses, one surpects, to wipe away a personal and sublimely private tear. For the Forsytes are John Galsworthy. He gave himself away when he wrote the play.

"Old English." But for another name and another business, "Old English" was old Jolyon himself that England which passed over with the ending of the war. "Swan Song" (Charles Scrlb-ner's Sons), is the public mourning ol Mr. Galsworthy for the John Bull whose seed perished In Flanders. It is obvious that while hopeful, Mr. Galsworthy is also apprehensive for the future.

It matters not that he insists the English carry along in one majestic continuity. What the Forsyte men have left behind them is not the stout oaken-hearted shrewdness and honesty they made so exemplary as the de-scendent of hardy yeomen. And so "Swan Song" filled with nostalgia. It is its author benediction. Lovingly Inscribed and always a finished piece of work, It counteracts the somewhat frothy "White Monkey book and ends the succession of the Forsytes In a minor masterpiece of dignity and logic.

It records Mr. Galsworthy's sorrow at the casting' loose from solid moorings of the younger England and it at the same time puts him on record as gifted with eyes that see and ears that hear. He 1 not one to pretend that the other England is coming back. No retirement to a musty library, and by a studious devotion to reverie, seeking to wish the old order back in existence. He meets the change In manners and morals squarely.

In the death of Soames, he merely bows out. He withdraws but he does not surrender. He turns the field over to the youngsters, conscious that it is better so and lnevitabls, even should he not desire. SO MUCH for the literary significance of "Swan Song." The Forsyte Saga, having come Into our literature as something permanent, like Jolyon and his descendants, quits the scene at the moment when the Soameses are no longer sought after but only respected in the manner that an old fine house or a great but obsolete fortress are esteemed. One would expect that Mr Galsworthy would do the handsome thing by his family, and he has.

But the story, Itself, marks a passing. It signals the retirement of Mr. Galsworthy. By that I don't mean that he has deteriorated as to style and substance, but rather that he has nothing more to write about. The "Saga" is the novel we must remember him by and all else becomes at this moment only Incidental.

Having dedicated hli life to the family, what Is there remaining to him that matters, now tiu' Soames has been gathered to his fathers? Certainly young Jon Is no Forsyte of the old tradition. Even though he would return to the soil as came Jolyon, in the first instance, from it, the cycle Is completed. For it will not be Jon who will rehabilitate Ihe family. Ana Fleur, alas, in "Swang Song," only makes a woman's mess of the matter. And is Mrs.

Michael Mont. FLEUR is Mr. Galsworthy' means of speaking his valedictory to the young, people who have taken hold with zeal In no wise commensurate with their ability. Her hunger for young Jon the meeting at the old log. Jon's surrender, a surrender which ended In Fleur's defeat and her startled discovery that that which she had hoped to keep secret was known even unto her father what sounder moral could be pointed out than that of the men of property the world over: Be sure your sins will find you out.

In Mr. Galsworthy's world there is still such a thing as sin. With the kindly compassion of advancing years, he passes along to the younger generation a warning that the burning of a candle at both ends soon leave one in utter darkness. Though Soames, a Forsyte of the old school and a victim of his own domestic virtues, Mr.Gali-worthy make himself understood only too plainly. Sosmes ordering a silver bowl, fussing lest it be too gaudy; Soames watching Val's horse win; Soames fuming at the faithful back of his chauffeur, Riggs; Soames defying the flames to save his precious pictures and then engaging death, saving his daughter a grand gesture of the old folks, learning to understand the youngsters too late, leaving the scene, untarnished themselves, faithful unto the end.

In "Swan Song" Mr Galsworthy places a worthy epitaph upon the last of the Forsytes thet interest him. He leaves to Fleur Mont and the others the task of cleaning up the slums and pursuing causes, including "back to the soil." And somehow Mr. Galsworthy is at his patriarchal best in contrasting Soames with those playing about with the. youngsters butterflies fluttering about an English yew tree they become. And thus another chapter in the story of the old England comes to a close.

TWO BOOKS which I shall review next week because the publishers attached a release date to them, for all that release dates are becoming among the reviewers as obsolete as Forsytes In England, are "Her Knight Comes Riding" by John V. A. Weaver and "Death in the Dusk" by Virgil Markham. Both are from Alfred A. Knopf.

Mr. Weaver, as usual, leaves you with a lump in your throat. I have heard him rave against sentiment, In his more critical moments; but nobody employs it more generously or to better use than he. His book is "Fanny's Sentimental Joureny." Mr. Markham undertakes a mystery story that chills and fevers by turns and runs along to a conclusion that literally stuns.

But more of these later. If you read this oolumn, then you will know they are forbidden fruit until July 20. But the John Day Company have placed no such restrictions upon their illustrated map of the Journeys of "We." It was designed by Ernest Clegg and is lithographed In all the colors of the rainbow. One notices that among, the reproductions of medals received by Colonel Lindbergh, the Congressional Medal of Honor is conspicuous by its absence; but this is a work which defies the too captiously critical. It Is a map of splendors, legends and devices, a gaudy tut eyefully pleasant thing to cover a stain on the wallpaper and visualizes the Immense distances traversed by the "Spirit of St.

Louis" effectively. IN CONTRAST to the dying Forsytes Is "The Sea King" by Harry Sol-berg (translated by Edwin BJorkman; William Morrow and Company). Here we have Ole Skarpe, master of the village, a man of property, too, who believed It not only his right but his duty to hold on to what he had. Viking blood flowed In his veins and none sailed the sea more skillfully He defied the storm and when his men complained, he reproached them with a glance. Even while beating home from the salvage of the wreck, he would not let go a few shillings worth of dynamite.

They crossed over the bar, dynamite and all. Yet, Ole Skarpe, pious and forthright though he was. aflected tlmse with whom he dealt with a blight. He demanded no pound of flesn, but he did demand his money. Thus, Soren Peter, desperate, hanged himself, when he could not pay Ole Skarpe his interest.

Thus the storekeeper, fighting to keep his son ashore, was humiliated when Ole lent the youngster the money to buy a motorboat. But the storekeeper had tried to steal some of Ole's timber, which explained why Ole, in the name of the law, hailed him to court, there to lose. Thp Ole Skarpes of unblemished Nordic ancestry are men of Iron, but they have their minor defeats and their petty revenges, at that. And surely no greater blight could have been visited upon any than that which he brought upon his daughter, as he fcornfully frustrated her bethrotal to Janus. He was not only the captain of his soul, this Ole, but the boss of hM little universe and it went hard with those who crossed him.

As a study in the selfish honesty and piety of strong men, "The Sea King" is a little classic. But it Is a cruel revelation, as well, of the springs which make strong men move. TRADER HORN finds a rival in Branta Myer'i "Adventures of an African Slaver," edited in a new edition by Malcolm Cowley (Albert and Charles Bonl). One of the Covarrubla Illustrations is reproduced on this page. Captain Theodore Canot, trader along the coast of Guinea, carried an excellent philosophy for his calling, which was a pistol in Irom tnat point oi view mcu necessarily comic: for they are all things, or physical bodies, behaving as persons." Whether or not Mr.

Lewis' theory will hold water psychologically is difficult to determine oifhand; but the stories he writes certainly are one hand and a cutlass in the other. And before one heaps upon his godless head the opprobrium which th enslavers of black man, "Age of Reason" (7), P. Gibbs; Dou-bleday, Doran. "Wintersmoon" (5), H. Walpole; Doubleday, Doran.

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OTfetll; advantage oi his opportunities. The African chieftaina approved of slavery. They bought their powder and their silk hats and mirrors, paying in s.aves. 'iney carried out juiule Jusvioe by selling malefactors and stubborn women down the rivers to the slave ships. When the British made the trade Illegal, it continued festering with cruelty and evil.

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