ANGELES Leaves Chicago 8:10 P. M. daily Take the pacemaker of luxury to the land of old romance -a journey of only 63 hours with steward, maid, waiters, porters and barber, attending your needs instantly, surrounding you with a fine atmosphere of service and courtesy. As you speed smoothly away from the chill of winter, the arresting scenes en route are made doubly enjoyable by the luxurious appointments of the Los Angeles Limited*. Seven other fine fast trains to California, including the 63hour San Francisco Overland Limited*; Gold Coast Limited (open-top observation car in Southern California starting Dec. 1st); Continental Limited; Pacific Limited; Pacific Coast Limited. *Extra fare trains. See magnificent, mysterious For booklets describing California, Death Valley and these fine trains: Address C. J. Collins, General Passenger Agent, Dept. 166, Omaha, Neb. THE OVERLAND ROUTE UNION PACIFIC "The Spider," Music Box.-Mystery melodrama with more surprises than any play on Broadway. "Broadway," Broadhurst.-Life back-stage in a Broadway cabaret. vim, rum, and pistols. Done with "In Abraham's Bosom," Provincetown Playhouse. The Pulitzer Prize play. "The Road to Rome," Playhouse.-A slightly Rabelaisian take-off on history which might have been a great play if genuine emotion had been substituted for wisecracking. An amusing evening, as it is. New Faces "Burlesque," Plymouth.-Back-stage drama in the small towns, with maternal emotion making a success of an otherwise ruined actor. "Pickwick," Empire.-All right, if you like "Pickwick Papers." If not, use your own discretion. "Trial of Mary Dugan," National.-Evidence turned inside out, in an expert and engrossing mystery murder trial. Musical Shows "Hit the Deck," Belasco.-Louise Groodyand a fast show. "Peggy-Ann," Vanderbilt.-Demure, but not "Queen High." "Good News," Chanin.-We haven't seen it, but our friends like it. "The Mikado," Royale.-Our old friends Gilbert and Sullivan excellently represented. "The Merry Malones," Erlanger's.-George Cohan-and everybody dances. "Manhattan Mary," Apollo.-Ed Wynn. What more? even of the grand tragedy of "The Green Hat." Its dialogue is penned exclusively from the pages of "The Complete Writer" and its heroine is merely a beautiful woman who sends thrills up and down the backs of the audience because she invests with dramatic glamour a commonplace description of an affair with a man. Instead of the local color and exotic detail with which one might have expected Mr. Maugham to invest his play, there is nothing that does not suggest Long Island or New York just as well as the Oriental deep. Even the Chinese den scene was absurd. In fact, all it needed to complete its childishness for us was to have Ed Wynn stick his head out from behind the curtains and say: "Look! Real Chinamen!" Yet here is Alexander Woollcott: "Vivid and absorbing!" Percy Hammond: "Acts brilliantly in precise London melodrama." 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If not satisfied I will return the book within 5 days for refund. mechanics, canny in its scheming, and enormously effective. Miss Cornell gives it the glowing veracity of superb performance." Gilbert Gabriel: "As fascinating and compassionate an evening as the contemporary theatre can afford." Is There a Crook Fist? (Continued from page 176) I sometimes think that the forger, and perhaps the counterfeiter, are the criminals least likely to give themselves away by their writing. Their motor control is often apparently normal." "Or who knows," continues the honest man, "perhaps the social worker is right and there is nothing much wrong with these two fellows except bad environment or evil companions; and they can be taught the path of honesty. But do honest men never write like some of the criminals?" "Yes, look at these." (Plates 10, 11, 12, 13. See page 176.) What we have seen in the examination of these seventeen scripts has been the conservative graphologist's story. That is, that certain criminals might be known from the lack of motor synchronization shown in the handwriting; but that others may not be so known at all. And that some honest folk may show apparent lack of synchronization in the use of the pen. So we come again to our original question: "Is there a crook fist?" The answer is not clear. But our experiments have thrown light on the matter, certainly, and perhaps the social worker was not so far wrong, after all. [The material in this article is the result of Mr. Newell's original experiments. He became interested in the results of DeWitt B. Lucas's work in graphology, and undertook to prove for himself any possible evidences of criminal traits that might be revealed in handwriting, going for his material to several large Eastern penitentiaries. Character analysis from handwriting has received considerable attention from psychologists, although there is wide divergence in their ideas as to its worth. Among the well-known American psychologists who grant some value to graphology are Dr. June Downey, of the University of Wyoming, and Dr. Walter Bingham, of the "Journal of Personnel Research" and the Carnegie Institute of Technology. Dr. Bingham says, "There is something in it, but not too much." T Leaves from New Biographies HE new biography is upon us, and we may as well take it for better or for worse. Luckily, we can take most of it for the better. Its merits are more important than its defects. As James Bryce said, "It is better to be flippant than to be dull." Publishers and authors are ransacking the past for venerable figures to smile at, rascally folk to rehabilitate, and obscure ones to illuminate. Some of the resulting books may be ephemeral, but few of them are stupid. The new biographers are sometimes regiment-minded, and you can tell them by the juvenile trick of calling their subjects by first names or by nicknames. In the present group of biographies Captain Hibben, who, after all, has been out of school for a number of years, thinks he must refer to Henry Ward Beecher by his first two names; and Mr. Stanford, who has written a book about Nathaniel Bowditch, likes to call his hero Nat, while his brother Habakkuk is always "Hab." This is just their little way. Then, too, they are a little overfond of snoopery. Considering the fact that all of these writers are quick to notice how the Comstocks of this world keep sniffing the air for impurity and wrongdoing, it is rather odd that they should be so keen to emphasize the peccadilloes of great men. Another thing that must be considered is that their accuracy is often challenged by the regular, unionized biographers and historians. The regulars perhaps have been a little too severe on the outsiders-as, for instance, in Professor Hart's sweeping attack upon Rupert Hughes's book about Washing ton. Perhaps this is enough utterly to damn the new biography for many readers. That would be most unjust. Even the most determined muck-raker stimulates interest, and often possesses not flippancy so much as wholesome freshness in his treatment of old themes. Young people may learn something about great figures of the past of whom otherwise they would never hear a word. It is very fine to say to a young person: "Ah, well, the best book on that man, and the final word on the subject, was written sixty-five years ago." In an ideal world he would, of course, go to the library and take down the two dusty volumes which you have recommended. Elsewhere he will do nothing of the kind, but will continue to wither in ignoance. If, however, there is for sale at By EDMUND PEARSON Books Mentioned in this Article Navigator: The Story of Nathaniel Bow- John Paul Jones: Man of Action. By Uncle Joe Cannon: The Story of a Pioneer American. As told to L. White Busbey. Henry Holt & Co., New York. $5. "Boss Tweed:" The Story of a Grim Generation. By Denis Tilden Lynch. Boni & Liveright, New York. $4. the shops and there is being discussed in the papers a new book about some Revolutionary patriot, illustrated with those modernistic pictures which the youths and maidens of 1927 seem to enjoy (to me they are simply terrible), there is a chance that he will find that this Father of the Republic is still a living person. Maybe maybe he will even go back and get the true gospel, in the sadder style of the past. Mr. Stanford's "Navigator: The Story of Nathaniel Bowditch" is practically a biographical novel. This is his justification for making familiar with the first name of the author of that stupendously valuable work "The American Practical Navigator." There is no muck-raking in it and no exposé. The author has found no scandal lurking in its sines and cosines, nor unearthed any libidinous gossip about the 27th meridian. Everybody knows that the book which sailors call "Bowditch" made their lives happier and altered the whole business of navigation. It enabled them to sail in straight lines, instead of wandering around after parallels and other imaginary tracings upon the map. It is the last book in the world which I could ever read and understand; if I were confined to prison for life with nothing else than this, I should have to devote myself to growing plants in my cell and watering them with my tears. But Mr. Stanford has made an entertaining book and something of an adventure out of the life of the great Bowditch himself. Another geographer and traveler re lates his own adventures in General Greely's "Reminiscences." His has been a career more frequently to be found among the major-generals of European armies than in our own. General Greely records an honorable and distinguished career of sixty-five years in the service of his country. His enlistment in the Union Army at the age of seventeen and his hard service in many battles in the Civil War formed the beginning of his adventure. He saw service on the plains, he commanded our Signal Corps in the Spanish War and before that, and he won great fame by his heroic Arctic expedition, which achieved the record of the farthest north at that date. He says that the flight of Byrd insures beyond question priority by an American in attainment of the North Pole. He thinks that Dr. Cook performed an unsurpassed Arctic feat in his fourteen months' journey in Arctic regions, but that he did not reach the Pole. He praises the high qualities and great courage of Admiral Peary, who "stands first in the prolonged siege for the conquest of the Pole." But he believes Peary's reckonings were at fault, and he adds, "I do not believe that he reached the North Pole." This book enables me approximately to fix an important date in my own life: the day when General Greely, then Lieutenant, was received in triumph after his polar exploration, by his native city of Newburyport. I think it is my earliest recollection, All of the householders tried to outdo themselves in decoration and flattering mottoes, but the twelve large cakes of ice piled in our front yard, with the inscription "From Greely's Icy Mountains," seemed to me to surpass them all. It was hard to keep away the venders of pink lemonade who wanted to buy the whole exhibit. I remember seeing Lieutenant Greely's carriage pass, and that he gravely returned my salute; I cannot tell what he was wearing, but I have a terribly vivid recollection of my own costume, as the lower part of it was a short skirt. That's the way they treated small boys in the '80's. There are few writers more deft than Walter Lippmann. His "Men of Destiny" includes Governor Smith, President Coolidge, Bryan, Mencken, Sinclair Lewis, Harding, Wilson, Borah, and others. His book is admirably illustrated by Rollin Kirby. Mr. Lippmann is a good-humored writer of temperate statement. He disagrees with you without being violent about it. One can say, therefore, with all the more assurance of speaking without irritation, that Mr. Lippmann's opinions are not infallible. I think he is mistaken in his idea that the South objects to Governor Smith chiefly because he is a city man; and I think also that he is unduly severe on Sinclair Lewis. Captain Hibben's life of Henry Ward Beecher is in the familiar style, as I have said. He likes to refer to Mrs. Tilton as "Lib." This is a minor flaw, however, in a book which contains, I suspect, far more serious faults. The book will receive further consideration in another part of this paper. "The Romantick Lady" is admirably named. Mrs. Frances Hodgson Burnett's life has been written by her son: an affectionate and also apparently a just appreciation of her. She was romantic; she named her sons by romantic names, and the terms of endearment and affection are constant in her letters. It seems as if the word "darling" must occur five thousand times in the book. Sentimental as "Little Lord Fauntleroy" undoubtedly was, its merits cannot be jeered down, nor can the ability of many of her other books be denied. She was a wandering author; she lived in England, Tennessee, Washington, again in England, on Long Island, and in New York, and she knew the celebrities everywhere. She made a gallant fight for copyright, and won a victory for which English authors gave her deserved praise. There are two other fighters in this group: one, the victorious John Paul Jones; and one who felt himself baffled and defeated in his ambition, "Uncle Joe Cannon." Mr. Russell's "John Paul Jones" is perhaps less entertaining than his "Benjamin Franklin," but it may be a better book for all of that. Jones is rightly our naval hero, but he was also a queer and mysterious character, with some of the weaknesses and oddities of Nelson. This book makes him human, and seems honestly to seek the facts. We get Speaker Cannon at second or third hand, as he told his story to his secretary, Mr. Busbey, and as Mrs. Busbey presents it after the death of both. Mr. Cannon felt that his justifiable Presidential ambitions had been thwarted by what seemed to him the idiotic activities of insurgents and progressives. His occasional forced praise of his antagonist, President Roosevelt, might as well have been omitted, since he charges. Roosevelt with one or two downright bits of dishonesty and forgery. The book is not bitter, however, and, while I think that Mr. Cannon was constitutionally unable to see virtue in a political Before me, a Notary Public in and for the State and county aforesaid, personally appeared Francis R. Bellamy, who, having been duly sworn according to law, deposes and says that he is the Business Manager of THE OUTLOOK, and that the following is, to the best of his knowledge and belief, a true statement of the ownership, management, etc., of the aforesaid publication for the date shown in the above caption, required by the Act of August 24, 1912, embodied in section 411, Postal Laws and regulations, to wit: 1. That the names and addresses of the publisher, editor, managing editor, and business manager are: 2. That the owners are: The Outlook Company, 120 East 16th St., N. Y. City. Stockholders of The Outlook Company owning 1 per cent or more of the total amount of stock: N. J. Roger C. Hoyt. Upper Montclair, N. J. 3. That the known bondholders, mortgagees, and other security holders owning or holding 1 per cent or more of total amount of bonds, mortgages, or other securities are: None. 4. That the two paragraphs next above, giving the names of the owners, stockholders, and security holders, if any, contain not only the list of stockholders and security holders as they appear upon the books of the company, but also, in cases where the stockholder or security holder appears upon the books of the company as trustee or in any other fiduciary relation, the name of the person or corporation for whom such trustee is acting, is given; also that the said two paragraphs contain statements embracing affiant's full knowledge and belief as to the circumstances and conditions under which stockholders and security holders who do not appear upon the books of the company as trustees, hold stock and securities in a capacity other than that of a bona fide owner; and this affiant has no reason to believe that any other person, association, or corporation has any interest direct or indirect in the said stock, bonds, or other securities than as so stated by him. (Signed) FRANCIS R. BELLAMY, Business Manager. Sworn to and subscribed before me this 30th day of September, 1927. (Signed) J. LYNN EDDY. The Outlook for nor has he attempted any foolish whitewashing of Tweed. It is a story of gross corruption, and naturally leads us among thieves and their friends. Readers who prefer agreeable and cultured company would do best with "The Romantick Lady." But if I were asked to cast a vote for the book in this group of greatest enduring interest, I think I should name "Boss Tweed." The Book Table Books Reviewed in this Issue Caste. By Cosmo Hamilton. Impatient Griselda. By Dorothy Scarborough. Bugles in the Night. By Barry Benefield. Bolshevism, Fascism and Democracy. By Francesco Nitti. Anatole France, the Parisian. By Herbert Leslie Stewart. The Mothers. A Study of the Origins of Sentiments and Institutions. By Robert Briffault. The Architect in History. By Martin S. Briggs. Dwellers in the Jungle. By Lieut.-Col. Gordon Casserly. Old London City. By Lillian and Ashmore Russan. Historic Streets of London. By Lillian and Ashmore Russan. CASTE. Fiction By Cosmo Hamilton. Sons, New York. $2. G. P. Putnam's The opening scene of "Caste" shows an American gentleman in a Florentine villa parting with graceful regret from a beloved mistress, who still loves him, to return to a wife whom he does not love and whom he knows to have been dis Miss Harris' Florida School creetly enjoying little episodes of her own, that they may co-operate in managing the affairs of their young daughter, whom he has wholly neglected and her mother is unable to control. The closing one shows husband and wife reunited in new affection and understanding, after having worked together, first to prevent, then when they found it inevitable, honestly and honorably to forward the marriage of their beloved Jean to a brilliant young musician, fine, sensitive, thorcughly a gentleman, but a Jew. The marriage never takes place, for Max, cold-shouldered by the friends of his fiancée's family, insulted as a "rat," a deserter of his people, by those of his own, sees too clearly the ostracism and unhappiness he must bring upon the girl he loves if he marries her, and renounces her for her own sake. In his scathing depiction of the cruelties of caste and racial prejudice Cosmo Hamilton fights, and that not feebly, on the side of the angels. IMPATIENT GRISELDA. By Dorothy Scarborough. Harper & Brothers, New York. $2. The disproportionate devotion of Dorothy Scarborough's "Impatient Griselda" to her husband, infatuated as he is with the memory of his fascinating first wife and with her equally fascinating and selfish daughter, at the expense of due appreciation and even common justice toward his second wife and her children, annoys the reader at times scarcely less than the exasperating docility of her patient prototype. However noble her selfrestraint, one cannot but feel that had she fought for her rights and theirs from the beginning, intelligently and without rancor, much misery for everybody might have been avoided, even though the besotted Guinn continued to cling to his illusions. But, wise or unwise, Irene, the modern Griselda, possesses good qualities unknown to her predecessor, among them a pleasant humor and a discreet habit of violent gardening by way of safety-valve for inward turbulence. BUGLES IN THE NIGHT. By Barry Benefield. The Century Company, New York. $2. Mr. Barry Benefield is a Southerner and-or consequently-a romanticist; he is fond of New York, old and new; he has a gift for unforced pathos and a knack for inventing amusing and fantastic characters. When all these qualities are brought into play at the same time, the result is a romance as engaging as "Bugles in the Night" or its predecessor, "The Chicken Wagon Family." To open the book in the middle-a common if reprehensible practice is to find an old gentleman of the South, a girl whom he has rescued from a life of shame, a derelict young gentleman with silk stockings and a high temper but no name, and a ragpicker called Mrs. Bullwinkle whose Bible consists of a copy of the New York Social Register lacking its |