ment to some of those early days and the struggles associated with them. He was the first to break the silence. "It might have been worse," he said. No bitterness, no complaint. "I haven't any kick coming. If I had been well, I probably would have gone into the Union Army and got killed." Then he laughed, and came back to the present with its office buildings and the crowded streets down below. He was happy. Not from any sense of security he might feel in looking down from his eminence, not because of any personal vanity or pride in his accomplishment. As for that, he says: "Anybody can do it. If you think you can. you can." But there was another rea son. "Many years ago I decided that I would do something for crippled children if I ever could get enough money to make it worth while," he said. "I wanted them to have a real chance. You have seen them, little fellows who can hardly hope to be anything in life unless some one helps. I "I wanted to give them an opportunity the same as other children. wanted them to have a better chance than I had. "I worked hard and saved my money. While adding a little to the amount from year to year, I looked forward to the day when I could put it to work for them. I was afraid the dream never would come true; but now it has, and I feel that I have accomplished the mission. of my life. The hospital, I hope, will go on for all time giving crippled children a chance. "After all, there is no human service superior to that of helping those who cannot help in return, and I am glad that I can do this bit to help in the work." Did William Henry Eustis regret to part with that million and a half? He didn't hesitate a minute-less, he told me, than he might have thought about hiring a taxicab when a street car would do. It was part of the big plan, the culmination of a lifelong ambition. 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In selecting the University rather than private trustees to administer the trust he feels the assurance that the University, standing for the best in the State and having the finest medical skill, always will use the fund in the best way for the crippled children. "For all time," he says. The Book Table Edited by EDMUND PEARSON Is Free Verse Poetry? nitely (naturally, being, as often as not, without feet) and drops off, to all seeming, when it gets tired, not infrequently on its feeblest line. In the poem "The Sisters" Miss Lowell enumerates three outstanding women poets-Sappho, Mrs. Browning, and Emily Dickinson. She is minded to add a fourth, Amy Lowell. "We are one family," she writes; but a wave of humility stays her hand. "How extraordinarily unlike each is to me," she confesses; "vastly unlike, that's for certain." Still she hopes the judgment of posterity may be otherwise: I cannot write like you. . . A Review by CLARA BELLINGER GREEN 1"What's O'Clock." By Amy Lowell. The 4 I only hope that possibly some day Some other woman with an itch for writing May turn to me as I have turned to you. The much-lauded "Lilacs," which we are told Amy Lowell accounted her best work-and we take her word for itcertainly has the making of a beautiful poem. Unfortunately, she chose free verse for her medium, and so was at liberty to ramble on according to her wont, as her thoughts occurred to her, now and then lapsing into a flat-footed gait, then reining herself up into something like musical meter, and ending, as usual, on an inconsequent line. The art of working an idea up to a strong climax is not Amy Lowell's. She merely stops. There is much defining of poetry today. The essence of poetry, whether In writing to the above advertiser, please mention The Outlook This is what St. Loe Strachey says of Keats: "He was fully aware that when he cultivated sound and harmony he was cultivating the thing which would most surely drive the arrow of his thought home and which would wing his words." Does not this define poetry? Its words. must have wings. Poetry has winged feet. Let us apply this test to the free verse of Amy Lowell. We find her a rich, sensuous nature, a book woman, steeped in literature, exotic, abnormal, sometimes preposterous-she wrote at night-extravagant in her use of color. But do her words have wings? Imagery, originality, imagination, fervor, color-all these and more it may have, but if the wingèd feet are wanting it is not poetry. Fiction THE SCARLET COCKEREL. By C. M. Sublette. The Atlantic Monthly Press, Boston. $2. In 1923 died C. B. 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The fictitious life story of an old-time railway man who, beginning as a roundhouse boy, became the head of a great railway system. He was rough and ready, "a pioneer, a fighter, a builder, a climber." The type is not uncommon in American constructive industry; but the author has made his seeker for power strongly individual and convincing. THE MONARCH. By Pierre Mille. Translated by Faith Chipperfield. Greenberg, New York. $2. Of the quaint Provençal nicknamed the Monarch because of his supreme belief in himself one of his admirers remarks: "He's not only Tartarin, that chap, he's Don Quixote." If Mr. Mille should succeed Anatole France in the Academy, as is possible, it will probably be because of this one character. Monarch's exploits grow out of his fantastic self-confidence; that is, if he tells a big lie, he sticks to it until it becomes true. The humor is a bit coarse at times, but there is much of the spirit of Daudet in its appeal. The THE TALE OF GENJI. By Lady Murasaki. Translated from the Japanese by Arthur Waley. Houghton Mifflin Company, Boston. $3. "The Tale of Genji" is the first volume, complete in itself, of a translation of the "Genji Monogatari" of Murasaki Shikibu, which will presumably not stretch to its original's length of fiftyfour books. This record of the amorous philanderings of the Emperor's favorite son is set forth with a fastidious taste and demure humor oddly joined to the gusto of an eleventh-century Aphra Behn. More amusing to a modern public than to Murasaki's high-born readers in the year 1000 is the necessity under which her characters labor of immediately and appropriately capping quotations, no matter how tense the moment or the situation. Drama TOO MUCH MONEY. Israel Zang will. The Macmillan Company, New York. $1.50. One cannot take Mr. Zangwill too seriously as a playwright. He has written some diverting comedies, marred by TEACHERS' AGENCY The Pratt Teachers Agency 70 Fifth Avenue, New York Recommends teachers to colleges, public and private schools. Expert Service. In writing to the above advertisers, please mention The Outlook a pernicious tendency to pun; he has at times tried to be profoundly far-seeing, mixing thereto a strain of sentiment which has stretched credulity, as, for instance in "The Melting Pot" and "The Next Religion." Such pleasantries as "Merely Mary Ann" have been vehicles only for acting of a light character, that carries no further than the three hours' traffic of the stage. "Too Much Money," called a farcical comedy, is a slow farce and a mild comedy. Mr. Zangwill says that he took relief from the war by writing this bit of fun, this "irresistible horse-play," so Mr. Archer is quoted as having said. This is the sort of drama that many of our minor playwrights could have done better; in fact, Miss Claire Kummer in her "A Successful Calamity" treated a somewhat similar theme with lightness and grace. The thing about Mr. Zangwill is that the reader does not know when his moods shift, when his sympathies change. He likes to poke fun, and he does so unremittingly in the first act of "Too Much Money." The younger generation, the "new" everything, come in for their share of critical doubt; but not with that reasonable approach that Galsworthy takes in "The White Monkey." If the rich couple go from luxury to penury, from high life to low lifethrough the cunning of the husband, who pretends to lose his untold fortunethere is an element of something more. than farce in the scenes that follow. It does not strike the careful reader that Mr. Zangwill gives his play much thought; that his shifts of mood, his shifts of position, are consistent. Brilliant acting might overcome such defects. 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