was President, a hundred pairs of skis came into camp for the soldiers and the

rangers.

"I never saw him afterwards," said McBride, "but nobody ever came in from Washington through whom the President didn't send his greetings to 'Mac.'"

Fiction

THE BODY IN THE SHAFT.

By R. F. Foster. The Siebel Publishing Corporation, New York. $2.

A well-thought-out detective story. The gruesome title need not disturb the most nervous reader, for one cares no more about this corpus delicti than if it were a bag of cement. The reporterdetective is a wonder at deduction, not so miraculous as the famous Sherlock, but closer in reasoning power. The author scorns to detrack his readers by false clues, yet he constructs a mystery unguessable until he chooses to explain

it.

THE PORTRAIT OF A MAN WITH RED HAIR. By Hugh Walpole. The George H. Doran Company, New York. $2.

"The man's hair was en brosse, standing straight on end as Loge's used to do in the old pre-war Bayreuth 'Ring.' It was, like Loge's, a flaming red, short, harsh, instantly arresting. . . . For the rest this interesting figure had a body round, short and fat like a ball. Over his protruding stomach stretched a white waistcoat with three little plain black buttons. The color of his face had an unnatural pallor, something like the clown in Pagliacci, or again like one of Benda's masks. . . . The eyebrows were so faint as to be scarcely visible. The mouth in the white of the face was a thin hard red scratch."

This is the portrait of Crispin, the man with red hair, in Hugh Walpole's latest fantasy, for it isn't a novel. It is a thrilling macabre story of suppressed horror, ghostly towers, torture, and escape through the fog. There is no psychological meaning nor elaborate allegory in the thing, as Walpole himself is only too quick to admit in his Introduction.

The only literary stunt in the entire book, albeit that is a magnificent one, lies in the description of Crispin himself. Hugh Walpole seems to have been much impressed with America on his recent visit. The hero is an art-loving American from Oregon, and if you will but re-read the opening paragraph you

SHELTER. By Charles F. Marsh. D. Appleton & Co., New York. $2.

A sound and sincere novel. The story is an excellent piece of local color as to the English Norfolk coast, near Yarmouth, where the fisherfolk still say "bor" and "mawther" just as the Peggottys did in "David Copperfield." It has three principal characters, each notably well presented-created, one may say, not just sketched. Why Phoebe quickly married Ezra, her backward, not very young, suitor, after Bob, her fiancé, was sent to jail for killing a man in anger, and what came from the secret long after she had accepted the "Shelter" of Ezra's farm, make an engrossing situation, one that requires for its development knowledge of human nature and sympathy with hard-pressed, imperfect, yet honest-hearted men and women. Mr. Marsh has qualities that are by no means common among writers of fiction.

Biography

ISABELLA STEWART GARDNER AND FENWAY COURT. By Morris Carter. Houghton Mifflin Company, Boston. $6.

The life of Mrs. Jack Gardner and the history of the museum of art which she bequeathed to the public. Her temper, her whimsicalities, her insolences, and her benefactions are all given some mention in this book; there are portraits of her by great artists and photographs of her by great artists and photographs of the inside and outside of the museum. A century hence this irascible old lady,

who kept half a dozen fluttering you æsthetes in attendance, will be forgot and the great lover of art will be reme bered. A benefactor of her count something of a genius, and, like ma geniuses, rather impossible as a neighh

RECOLLECTIONS OF THOMAS R. MARSHA A HOOSIER SALAD. The Bobbs-Me Company, Indianapolis. $5.

The autobiography of a remarka almost a unique man, the late V President. A politician with a sense humor! A party man who can say t he once thought that "to be a Demo was to be an honest man, and to b Republican was to be a crook." Marshall also writes: "Of all hypoc cal lovers of peace, the pacifist belo in the thirty-third degree." Mr. M shall's was a strange and wholeso figure; he acknowledged, after the began, that he was ashamed he had e been neutral. His chief never reac that height of honesty. Let us h more Tom Marshalls.

JOHN S. SARGENT: HIS LIFE AND WO By William Howe Downes. Little, Brow Co., Boston. $8.

"That the story of his life is to be r in his works, is a truism," writes Will H. Downes in his life of Sargent, a ha some volume with forty-one illustrati of the artist's paintings. And of the pages of the book, we find 106 given Sargent's life and 207 to a list of works with notes. The output left hind him numbered 950, outside of murals in the Boston Public Library a the Art Museum, the latter-the last commission he filled-heroic in desi but delicately done and exquisitely ored. Original, brilliant, and audacio his first exhibited paintings in London violated well-worn formulas that o timers pronounced him a coxcomb. a portraitist he was uneven-en rapp with one, out of touch with anoth Contrasting opinions made him out monster of cynicism," a "paragon kindliness;" he "read the souls of sitters," he was "superficial;" he "pro their weaknesses," he was "chiefly co

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cerned with externals." In painting his own portrait he had to act in the dual rôle of artist and sitter; and again the sitter resented the artist. The experience gave him the sitter's point of view, and it is to be noted that thereafter he began to pull away from the exactions of portraiture, definitely abandoning it in 1914. Yet at his death he had begun a portrait of Princess Mary and Viscount Lascelles. "The world is inexorable in its demands upon successful specialists," observes Mr. Downe. It is his belief that Sargent eventually will take rank below the first-rate men, like Rembrandt and Titian, but higher than most of the British painters of the eighteenth century. Though born in Florence and living in London the greater part of his life, Sargent was a thorough American, a descendant of Epes Sargent, of Gloucester, Massachusetts; and his father, Dr. Fitzwilliam Sargent, though a surgeon in a Philadelphia hospital at the time of his marriage with Mary Newbold Singer, of that city, was of Gloucester and Boston.

IN THE DAYS OF MY FATHER, GENERAL GRANT. By Jesse R. Grant, in collaboration with Henry Francis Granger. Harper & Brothers, New York. $3.50.

These engaging but exceedingly sketchy reminiscences reveal the grim and taciturn commander as a tender and indulgent parent. The son was often with his father at the front; at the age of five he rode a Shetland pony about the lines in front of Vicksburg, and the next year he was at City Point. It is the personal side of Grant that is stressed throughout. Even in the relation of the Bristow and the Belknap episodes it is Grant the man rather than Grant the statesman that is explained to us. One must regret that a similar explanation was not made of the President's treatment of Custer. The book closes somewhat abruptly with the Republican Convention in Chicago in 1880, when Grant was defeated for the nomination for a third term.

Poetry

MAY DAYS. An Anthology of Verse from MassesLiberator. Edited by Genevieve Taggard. Boni & Liveright, New York. $3.

Poetry, mostly published in the "Masses" or the "Liberator" from 191224. Most of the living American poets are represented, and there are many fine, spirited poems. Some of the poets write of love and nature, but most of them contribute biting verses about the capitalists and the military men. Of course,

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What really bitter verses about military life some poets, like Joyce Kil

mer and Alan Seeger, might have writ if they had not been busy otherwi And how severe upon their battal commanders other writers might be they were not hampered-as few of "Masses" poets were by a sense of

mor.

Political opinions permeate volume; the kind of political opin which sheds tears for youth killed in tle, but has never a tear for the poor stodgy typesetters blown up by bomb in the Los Angeles "Times" bu ing. They were slaughtered for "benefit" of Labor and the murder innocent men under these circumstan was never cause for sorrow in "Masses" or the "Liberator." Ther much wide, tolerant, Christian love other nations (except our recent all the French and English, of course) this anthology, but this is counterad -lest the book should be sloppily se mental-by plenty of sound, vigor hatred for Americans.

Travel and Description

PARIS ON PARADE. By Robert Forrest Wi With 15 Illustrations from Paintings by Warshawsky. The Bobbs-Merrill Comp Indianapolis. $5.

Paris, more than any other city, always the air of being on parade, a justly proud of her own beauty, and Wilson has caught the spirit of the in more ways than one. Probably s of the most pleasurable research work the world was done in preparing to w the chapter "An Apératif on the 1 race." It describes the Parisian c which is mother, father, and sister need be, to its customers. It is amus to find among drinks that dazzle ever retrospect one called "grog Américai the Frenchman's favorite guard agai the inroads of a chilly winter. Why called "grog Américain" no man can since it is a drink never known in United States, but every French bo of it displays the Stars and Stripes on label. Paris would not be familiar wi out some mention of the art of paint the lilies, and an absorbing part of book is about clothes, cosmetics, p fumes, and other tricks of a charm trade. In this city of specialized tra there is the man who knows better th any other man how to mount stair lizard skin upon ivory for umbrella h dles, and the man who carves the b dogs' heads out of boxwood. craftsmen and others like them keep secrets of their trade in the family,

Th

fusing to hire outsiders, and, despite complete lack of advertising, the pa way to their doors is a well-beaten o Naturally, Mr. Wilson has a chapter "the bookshop crowd," and his insig

o the literary foibles of some of the ing Intellectuals is highly amusing. ey are "different even if they have to p their capital letters." Many things ve passed in the last two decades, but : Apache, beloved of fiction and forer hunted by the Brigade Speciale, is 1 very much alive. The swift revenge "Petit Louis" is a fascinating story t ends in a well-spilled pool of blood. e charm of the book is doubled by the aracteristic and beautiful paintings of city by A. G. Warshawsky, which reproduced as illustrations. Mr. Warawsky, familiarly known as "Buck" in pages, is a talented American painter ing in Paris whose work is widely own and often seen in exhibitions in s country.

Economics

E TRAGEDY OF WASTE: By Stuart Chase. The Macmillan Company, New York. $2.50.

Dispassionately, with just the right ount of statistical citation, Mr. Chase velops his thesis, which, roughly ted, is that in current production in s country half the available manwer and half the raw materials used to waste. He sees man-power wasted three ways-the production of nonentials, idleness, and bad technical thods. His standard for measuring ste is based on a functional conception industry, a conception of industry as Foted primarily to supplying human nts, profits being a by-product. Of rse, under the present economic eme of things, goods are practically arded as by-products of the process of king profits; and no doubt the majorare convinced that, human nature bewhat it is, that scheme of things must tinue to the millennium. But, whatr the truth of that matter, all candid ders will concede that the functional ception affords an excellent basis for discussion of wastes, and that Mr. ase has conducted the discussion with sterly skill, with humor, and with ele

ce.

t is indeed a tragedy; probably Mr. se has not exaggerated the shadows. alling man's record of stupidity, folly, daceousness, and laziness, he is too est to offer much reassurance. "Illus we may have," says he, "but they pierced with the stark arrows of the eated helplessness of mankind before destiny."

Essays and Criticism

GRICAN HUSBANDS AND OTHER ALTERNATIVES. By Alexander Black. The BobbsMerrill Company, Indianapolis. $3.

ife and letters, but chiefly life in e of its lighter aspects, discussed ly and agreeably in fifteen brief

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