Evening Star Newspaper, December 1, 1929, Page 36

"THE Colorful Exhibition of Handwrought Jewelry Opens ‘at Jane Bartlett’s=—Rare Etchings and Water Colors by George C. Wales on View at Corcoran Gallery. BY LEILA MECHLIN. RANK GAE;J{N!R HALE, master craftsman of Boston, opened his annual Washington exhibition at Jane Bartlett's last Wednesday 3 is the largest collection of hand- wrought jewelry that Mr. Haleihas ever | shown in Washington, and it is in truth an amazing and beautiful display. Each| piece is separately designed and indi- vidually a work of art: the workm: ship approaches perfection. -And above | and beyond all is the fact that the de- signs and execution manifest the mak- | er’s own personality and his exceptional exquisite taste Mr. Hale has gathered his materials from all parts of the world — China, India, South Africa, England and her ossessions. here in our own land. A autiful brooch has been designed around a tiny little Wedgewood relief— light figures on a dark ground. This he has set in a gold leaf design, with pearls above and below and rubies to the right and left, giving just the right touch of color. In a ring for a man, very simply designed but beautifully wrought, he has set an old Roman intaglio. Mr. Hale's jewelry is exceedingly | colorful. To see it heaped on the case or as taken from the Elckink box it suggests nothing so much as the treas- ure found in Aladdin's cave. But Mr.| Hale never forgets that jewelry is orna- ment and that for the most part it is urposed to be worn by gentle, gracious adies, therefore, although he does not disregard style, his designs are always appropriate to such use—refined. His designs are never copied from the past; they are of our day and our time—indi- vidual creations—works of art. * k% X A LITTLE farther up Connecticut avenue, 1617, Mrs. Johnson's, there will be dis) ed this week, beginning December 2 and continuing through the 7th. a very interesting collection of needlepoint by Amelia Muir Baldwin of Boston. ‘The making of needlepoint is also one of the established art-crafts, a craft which Miss Baldwin, it is understood, has carried to great perfection. Needle- point should not be confused with the ordinary tapestry, the one being done with the needle on canvas, the other woven on a loom. In the one the needle carries the wool back and forth; in the other the shuttle winds the thread around each of the cross threads and the work is done from the back. Needle- point is produced in all kinds of designs —figures as well as conventional pat- terns. The most attractive are in the style employed in France during the time of the Louis'—elaborate, floral, but never florid. The degree of fineness de- pends upon the mesh of the canvas and the thickness of the wool. The best neediepoint has amazing durability, wearing and remaining in perfect con- dition not only for years, but for gen- ‘erations. Miss Baldwin has made a very care- ful study of authentic and historic pat- terns and e: es and follows closely | the tradition of earlier days. This is essentially a woman's art, and one in which she has invariably excelled. ‘Among the works to be shown by Miss | Baldwin are wall hangings, fire screens, | covers for chales, sofas, benches, stools, | i * % ok x NDUSTRIAR art and the.crafts seem | to be takimg foremost place in- the } local field of art at this time. In addi- | tion to the exhibitions just men[lontdl there has been and is continuing_a most interesting showing of silver at Dulin & Martin’s, set forth by the Gorham Co. of New York. This exhibit includes copies of early American work, notably an excellent copy of & silver teapot by Paul Revere; examples of extremely modern design and workmanship by cotemporary sil- versmiths, and the finest of the ma- chine-made silver. Excellent demon- stration is given of the difference in sur- face in the hand-wrought and the m: chine-made silverware, and due em- phasis is placed on design. This is, as| is so often said, a machine age, but ex- hibits such as this help to strengthen the position of the crafts and to demon- strate the fact that in the long run the machine-made article produced in quantity can never compete with the hand-wrought work produced singly. * ok k * A GROUP of statuetes representing | nursery rthyme characters, modeled | and colored by Mrs. George Oakiey Tot- | ten of this city, has lately been shown in | Bachrach’s window on Connecticut ave- nue. s Mrs. Totten, it will be remembered, began modeling such figures before she | left Sweden. Her themes then came | from Swedish folklore and her work was beautifully rendered in porcelain by one of the leading Swedish porcelain | manufacturers through her co-opera- tion. Since her marriage to Maj. Tot- |is a masterly painting—de Laszlo at HANDWROUGHT JEWELRY BY FRANK GARDNER HALE OF BOSTON ON EXHIBITION AT JANE BARTLETT'S. mand, satluflni its flagship. Others are of the packet ship Yorkshire and of the Nina, the latter a lithograph with water color. ‘There are but three water color: “Coastwise,” “Revenue Cutter Be and. “Clipper Ship Nightingale"—deli- cately rendered in pure wash. A real page from our American history—a very delightful exhibition. * ¥k x BEAUTIFUL piece of sixteenth cen- tury Flemish tapestry, purchased by Mrs. Eustis in Europe last season, has been permanently placed in the Eustis memorial room in the Corcoran Gallery of Art above the beautiful sculptured memorial representing “The Lament of Sir Ector for Sir Launcelot.” This tapestry, which is almost =2 square, belongs in spirit, if not in fact, to the age of chivalry, and is a fine ex- ample of the weavers’ art and at the same time suitable as a decoration. It is a most interesting composition. In the center is a cross-section of a pala- tial hall, classical in design, in which a group of figures is seen dining at a long table. In front of this is a courtyard or a walled garden, in which women are gathering flowers or taking the air. In the extreme foreground a hunt is in progress—huntsmen arriving on horse- back—and in the very center of the foreground is seen a wild boar, just speared. But this pattern, which must be studied out to be un tood, is woven in the midst, as it were, of a multiplicity of foliage forms, all held within a beautiful conventional border. Oddly enough, the simplicity with which this composition is treated is what to- ‘The tone of the whole is grave— and gray, but rich and very effe an exceptionally interesting work. * o % % A PORTRAIT of William Cooper Procter of the well known firm of Procter & Gamble, painted by Philip de Laszlo, has lately been placed on Corcoran Gallery as a I porirait is a half-length and shows Mr. Procter seated against a dark background with his face turned slightly to the left. His left hand rests on his knee and holds his eyeglasses. The head is a superb piece of painting— simple, direct, full of vitality—a tour de force, a kind of technical acrobatic which fairly takes the breath of the technically trained, who realize in it brilliant achievement. And what is more, the portrait is extremely personal, alive, indicative of spirit and character as well as appearance. The unexplained disappearance of the Jower part of the right arm, which simply goes out of the picture, is not agreeable, but when one has anything as fine as the painting of this head, why quibble over an inadvertent shortcom- ing? Arms are not easily disposed in, and sometimes out, of portraits, Th! his best. * X X K ten, and in recent years, she has pro- duced in less fine material, but with | the same biithe spirit, these piquant | little figures from our nursery rhymes. In the particular group set forth at this time one renews acquaintance with “Little Bo-Peep." * “Lit- | tle Boy Blue, “Yankee Doodle” astride his little pony, with a real feather in his cap—a very satisfactory national hero. Again we have art and industry join- ing hands in happy union, for, after all, | these little works are unique only in character. More than one can be pro- | duced by the same method, though each, through its original source and | coloring, is individual, ® ok x % A SPECIAL exhibition of etchings, | drypoints, lithographs and water colors by George C. Wales is scheduled to open in the Corcoran Gallery of Art on December 2 to continue to Decem- | ber 23, but in reality was on view there | last week, having arrived perhaps little in advance of its appointed time— but none too soon. Mr. Wales has made a specialty of | ships. and none who love the sea could | fail to find attraction and charm in| his work. If we are not mistaken, Mr. Wales comes of an old naval family, with traditions of thé sea in his veins. Certainly it would be hard to believe that any one could interpret the old sailing ship so well without this back- ground and kinship. And how beauti- ful they were—the clipper ships of the past, their salls spread, dauntless as the birds of the air, gay with the spirit | of adventure, romantic in the extreme. How well, seeing these etchings of M Wales, one can understand Conrad’ grief at the d!ufipnnnu from the seas of the salling ship, his lament that it had become a thing of the past. Mr. Wales in his etchings shows the clipper ship under many circum- stances—in fog, breasting heavy seas, creeping stealthily over still waters, with the wind light and baffling, but always fascinating. He hints at the tragedy of the sea in two etchings of wrecks; he suggests the joy of home- coming by an etching of a typical New England harbor; he suggesis the ro- mance of adventure by & boat settin, sall—"“Coming Out of Marblehead.” Sometimes, and most often, he uses m:xe etching. Occasionally, however, as “Away—You Rio!” he employs etch- ing and drypoint, and in a single in- stance—“Stand By to Let Go"—soft For five of his plates he has These in- clude “Home jain,’ D.” * . “End of I!dl fi:! and “Coming Out of Marblehead.” His lithographs are historical in theme. One is of the frigate Consti- tution, which is being.saved by the Navy in co-operation with the people of the Nation. Another is of the sloop MARGARET FITZHUGH BROWNFE, who is well known in this city through exhibition and acquaintance here, opens tomorrow in New York a special exhibition of recent portraits at the Ainslie Galleries, to continue for & fortnight. Included in this exhibition is a por- trait which Miss Browne lately painted in this city of John Hays Hammond. Also included is a portrait of Mrs. Rob- ert C. Ransdell of Washington, lent by Dr. Ransdell. Miss Browne was commissioned last year by the New York Yacht Club to paint the portrait, for the club, of the King of Spain, who is an enthusiastic yachtsman, as all know. She went to Spain and the King graciously gave her six or more sittings of an hour each —an extraordinary concession. Her por- trait, which has been declared very successful, will be shown in the coming exhibition for the first time publicly. Other interesting personalities in the group which Miss Browne will set forth are Miss Martha Berry, a portrait lent by the Berry Schools, Georgia; Prof, Elthu Thomson, lent by the Massachu- setts Institute of Technology; Bobby Jones, the golfer, lent by the city of Atlanta, and Capt. Howard Blackburn, lent by the Master Mariners’ Assocla- tion of Gloucester, Mass. Miss Browne has been doing good work for some times, but in recent years she has made broad strides for- ward, until she now holds her place among the foremost of our American portrait painters. * IN the Smithsonian Bulilding, under the auspices of the division of graphic arts of the National Museum, an exhibition of etchings by Dwight C. Sturges of Boston will be exhibited from today to December 29. Mr. Sturges is a_member of the Chicago, Boston and Brookiyn Socleties of Etchers and of the Concord, Mass., Art Association. He has received awards in annual exhibitions and the Panama- Pacific Exposition, and is represented in the leading public as well as numerous private collections. The exhibition here will comprise 45 prints. * K Kk AT the Yorke Gallery, 2000 8 street, beginning tomorrow and continu- ing to December 14, will be seen pnd un‘;s bylnmenu o’liliuon u?ng; and pictorial photographic prin Bertrand H. Wentworth of Gardiner, Me. Florence Gibson McCabe studied at the Art Institute of Chicago for four & Ko day would be called extreme modernism. | L with the camera, employing the lens and its photographic machanism as a medium. He arbitrarily limits his prints to from 20 to 100, and they are priced aceordingly. An amazing amount of the beauty of the Maine coast is to be found in Mr. Wentworth's interpreta- tions and no end of pains is taken by him to secure exactly the right effect of light and shade and atmosphere. Patience to him means not merely wait- ing a few minutes, but sometimes weeks and months, But the result is com- pensating, is invariably worth the wait. For some reason Mr. Wentworth calls interpretations of ‘Legacy Prints.” Possibly he means our legacy derived from nature. ok ANNOUNCEMINT has been made that Eerbert E. Winlock, formerly of this city, has been appointed curator of Egyptian art at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Mr. Winlock joined the Metropolitan Museum'’s ‘Egyptian expedition at its organization in the Autumn of 1906, having graduated from Harvard In the Spring. He has been actively and successfully engaged in excavation ever since, except during the war years (1914-19), assisting first in the work at Lisht and later conducting the excavations at the Oasis of Khargeh and at Thebes. Not only has he taken part in the expeditions, but also has made contribution through nuthm‘shlr. His writings are clear and exceedingly readable, but at the same time accurate and scholarly. Mr. Winlock succeeds Albert Morton iy who' now curator *xok o AN exhibition of paintings by Theo J. Morgan will be held in the Woman's National Democratic Club, 1526 New Hampshire awenue, beginning | December 15 and _continuing for possibly a fortnight. This will include his paintings entitled “The Wood Lot" and “Spring,” which recelved awards in the recent and now famous competition in Texas for Texas subjects. Mr, Morgan, who has bzen away from W n for some years, has this ‘Winter reopened his studio and resi- dence on N street southeast, a beautiful old house remodeled. Mr. Morgan has at least two groups of paintings which are filling & number of engagements in different parts of the country. One will be shown in Pasadena this month, then at the East- West Gallery, San Francisco in Jan- uary, later at Flagstaff, Ariz, and in Texas. Another group is being shown in Clev:land and other Midwestern cities. o it N exhibition of paintings by Clara . Saunders will open at the Arts Club this afternoon. Miss Saunders’ exhibition will comprise chiefly por- traits and figure studies in water color— recent works. . New Ideas Revive Linen Trade Abroad An authority on the linen industry | gives an interesting illustration of how trade prospects have been recently im- proved by enterprise in salesmanship and design, and by study of the “psy- chology of the consumer.” The linen industry in England, and particularly in Scotland, has been investigating into ways and means of recovering from its depression. The results are remark- able, and British linen is distinctly looking up. In the first place, in the matter of design, a definite breakaway has been made from the stereotyped patterns for the woven fabric as well as for the colored embrolderies. Artists, untrammeled by overly technical knowl- | edg. have been taken over by the Scot- tish industry, and so original and strik- ing has their work proved that the sales have increased considerably, in Britain and in the United States. In the matter of color, the introduction of tinted tablecloths is being increasingly Justified. A serious deterrent to the ex- pansion of the industry has been the substitution of plate mats, or glass- topped” tables for the cloth, on the grounds, presumably, of laundry-bill economy. Japan’s Population Grows Million in Year Japan’s population increased by near- 1y 1,000,000 last year, according to the report of a special committee appointed by the cabinet to study the food and population situation. The birth rate was almost double the death rate, it was shown, and was much higher in propor- tion to the total population than for- The numeric increase in & proportios r cent in the total population, there be! n& 64,760,000 persons in Japan at the e of last year. Great interest is shown in the figures because they are official and because the government is making serious efforts to understand thorough- years, then after a year or two of illus- trative work and mural decoration, she married and went to Oregon, ere, in the solitude of the forest and in the pres- ence of the great mountain peaks, she began to paint just for the joy of the painting. Her pictures are mostly of our impressive Far Western scenery, which she interprets sympathetically. hl’mvidenof. John Paul Jones in com- < Mr. wentw&h is essentially an artist N %the population question and to pro- methods for utilizing the in sing numbers. Despite all that is said at home and abroad, the Japanese are r colonists and the authorities know his. Employment in industry and the use of larger areas of land for agricul- tural purposes, therefore, are the most suitable outlets for the growing popu- lation, it is agreed. ‘1 “Director of Prosperity” (Continued From First Page.) gency existed. Clocks mean little in their workdays, President Hoover likes to read books on history, biography and economics—and detective yarns. So does Mr. Barnes, albeit he thinks Mr. Hoover and the Pr it Wilson have read more detective storles than he's rmd late at night. Both Hoover and Barnes are self- made men. The former worked his way through college and was an orphan. rnes became self-rellant in his early 'teens and did not even get through his schools. In later years he butlded upon & public school education and became a well read man. Since he rose to eminence in the business world a half dozen colleges and universities have bestowed honorary degrees upon Mr. Barnes, and he is proud of them. In his every-day routine.f handling big things, Mr. Barnes has the unusual faculty of putting behind him each day’s ups and downs. He never carrie? to bed thoughts of what has gone be- fore. Ever since he was a newsboy “to- morrow has been the thing” with Julius H. Barnes, and the triumphs or tribu- lations of a yesterday are wiped from the slate of his memory, Each Day Unto Itself. As the country's largest exporter of wheat, Mr. Barnes for many years has necessarily functioned as one of quick Jjudgment and decision, with the world markets as his field of operations. He has dealt in millions of bushels and dollars. Sometimes he has erred, some- times executed great business coupes and trades; but his associates assert that never has he whimpered and never has he gloated. It's all in a day's business, and the Barnes’ happy creed is that the balance sheet for each day stands for itself and is apart. With all his nervous energy and alert mind, Mr. Barnes is an affable, ap- proachable, tolerant sort of fellow. Yet even his intimates know few anecdotes about him and he's never been heard to bcost himself. He says he's been too busy to tell stories, but he likes a clean joke and has an excellent sense of humor. ‘What reserve he exhibits is not affecta- tion. Nearly every minute of his time is sketched out in advance and he gen- erally allows himself just 10 to 12 min utes to catch a train. Barnes is tall, but not too thin; blue eyed, of animated expression, quick in speech and reaction, willing to give as | well as take council with all sorts of folks; the embodiment of a rather rest- less energy that goes with the accom- plishment of big jobs, although he set or! in life with no special career in view. “Then how did you happen to drift into the wheat business,” he was asked by this interviewer. so happened,” Mr. blandly replied. I sec that you know that I sold newspapers. I was born at Little Rock, Ark., in 1873, but my family soon came to Washington. As a youngster T started out selling papers about the time President Gar- fleld was shot. You will recall that he lingered for many days before death and there was intense daily and hourly interest in his condition not only on the streets of Washington but through- out the Nation. I was just a boy, and not an opportunist, but T learned about money-making during that anxious period and sold many papers. “Soon afterward my father, because of ill health, moved to the climate of Minnesota. My mother 4s still living at a quite advanced age. Out there I stayed in the newspaper business, get- ting to the extent of a delivery route for a morning paper. As a side job I went with the wheat brokerage house of Ward Ames, sr, as an office boy drifted into the wheat exporting busi- ness and I've been in it since. It was the first job that came to hand and 1 tock it at a very small salary; I forget just what, maybe five or seven dollars a week.” Parenthetically, that greatly de- veloped wheat concern today is known as the Barnes-Ames Company, operat- ing grain elevators and ships and with branches in many cities and doing a world business, as before the war. Mr. Barnes is not only the directing genius of this far-flung organization, but his activities‘include the manufacturing of paper, rugs, fiber-board and letter- stamping machines and membership on the directorate of a large bank. “Suppose you had started in the office of a stesl company, or a railroad company, wheat export firm, do you think you would or could have done so well?” Mr. Barnes was asked! “I should hope 50, smilingly re- sponded Mr. Barnes. “I think that very few of us may map out our careers in advance. I know I had no such chart. Nature has not so made the average man. He comes into a job or a situation and develops into a success or failure. came along in Duluth and happened successfully to cross the threshold of the great wheat industry. Maybe I might have fitted in as well somewhere else.” Other Public Service. Despite the exactions of many com- mercial affiliations, Mr. Barnes some- how has found time to participate in the work of national and' international organizations of a semi-public char- acter. He served two terms as presi- dent of the Chamber of Commerce of the United States and is now chairman of its board of directors. It was while | president of the national chamber that | Mr, Barnes, with a delegation of sev- eral hundred other American business men, went to Rome, Italy. in 1922, to attend the Congress of the Interna- (Continued From Third Page). other broker “For God's sake put in a bid or this fellow will be ruined.” The tragedy had the effect of drawing employer and employes together in a way that never could have been brought abouwt in any other way. Wall Street before the break was haughty. During the break in many offices all ranks from office boys to the president could be seen gathered around the tickers in complete democracy. Chief executives who ordinarily would hold their confer- ences behind closed doors and maintain an official attitude to subordinates could be seen gathered in little anxious knots out in the open office. They made ab- solutely no effort to hide their anxiety. On the day before the rally many large houses were on the brink of bankruptcy. The game was almost up and large number of employes believed they soon would be looking for jobs. This was frankly admitted. Sympathy and Loyalty. Clerks and secretaries wanted to show the sympathy they felt for the Big Bosses. The girls who day by day sit and take dictation in stony silence tried in a hundred ways to show their loyalty during the disaster. Wall Street was drawn ether in one big sorrowful family. When executives and clerks worked side by side for 72 hours at a stretch weary and tired-eyed. snatching a sandwich and a_cup of coffee at their desks, human qualities came to the top. Each class admired the pluck and cour- age of the other. It was something like the spirit of comradeship that springs up among men after they have passed through battle and storm. But Wall Street wanted to laugh even it the laugh sounded & little hysterical. Scores of jokes found thelr way into circulation.” Anything to stop talking about ruin and losses. Many of these {nkes are unprintable, of course, but hey were surprisingly Witty. ne man stopped another and said, L, I'm on my feet for the first time in years.” The other stared increduous- ly. ow did you do it, Al in this market?” “I gold my automobile,” said B by h Joke was told & man who was in sore straits and at his darkest O “Bil and then as clerk; and so I rather | for instance, instead of a| I took the first thing that | tional Chamber of Commerce. That congress laid down the principles which brought about a public opinion which eventuated in the formulation of the Dawes reparations plan. As head of the American delegation at Rome Mr. Barnes skillfully played a difficult role in the then international drama affecting reparations. Germany was not at the moment represented in the international congress and France had her troops in the Ruhr. The European picture was indeed drab and reparations a most delicate issue, which the French business representatives were reluctant even to discuss. Mr. Barnes drafted the business man's for- mula for dealing with this ticklish question. It subsequently was indorsed by European delegates and thereby the trail was cut out for a specific solution of the reparations problem. Last Summer, with Thomas W. La- mont of J. P. M n & Mr. Barnes went with another delega- tion of American business spokesmen to the Amsterdam meeting of the Inter- national Chamber. There Mr. Barnes was again projected into the spotlight and his speech on public versus privats ownership and operation of business, particularly public utilities, created such comment and interest that it was translated into several Janguages. In this utterance Mr. Barnes attrib- uted much of the great progress made by American industry to the fact that in this country there is general ad- herence to the theory of private owne: ship and operation, under just and i telligent supervision, rather than go ernment control, For this interview the “business phil- osophy” of Julius H. Barnes, selected by President Hoover to take a leading part in the existing movement for maintenance of prosperity and stabil- ization of business, may be gleaned from an excerpt or two from Te- cently expressed surveys and observa- tions. Mr. Barnes says: “The foundations of this Republic were laid by men of courage and am- bition who' rebelled against a social and ‘political autocracy which sup- pressed the freedom of opportunity so essential to fair play. To those men it was not. fair play when only fortunate in birth and material wealth possessed & voice in the selection of the adminis- trative offices of the government and the enactment of laws under which all must live. * * * “It is not fair play that either from human laws or from social custom a system should be evolved which would encase & man in.the social stratum in which he has been placed by the acei- dent of birth. In the Old World this rigid caste system freezes into social strata and stifles individual talent and ambition. It is, in fact, the cause of and the excuse for the injection into government of organizations frankly devoted to the interest of a single sec- tion of their people. * * * “In America the various sports of our youth teach the principles of team play and of fair play. * * * Americans, therefore, clearly recognize that it is a violation of this fair play when combi- nations of wealth and power are made to the detriment of the public. And it was to preserve the national policy of fair play that the theory of government regulations was evolved. This regula- tion, however, which controls practices and affects earnings, must, in the na- tional interest, be restrainsd, and wise and generous, It must attract the en- listment of capital and the service of superior individual ability in order that regulated industry may march in step with non-regulated industry in the de- | velopment of economics and of service. * * This philosophy guarantees indi- vidual security in the enjoyment of re- wards secured by the natural processes of service to soclety. * * * Organized business has keenly appreciated that the incentive to all effort rests on the confidence that superior service, in any form, will be rewarded, and those re- wards secured and protected.” Is Tolerant of Others. Turning away, in conclusion, from the philosophical observations of the new “director of prosperity” again to his human side. As was said, he is affable, tolerant. He _neither smokes, drinks, nor swears, but ac- cords to his neighbor or associate the privilege of following his own dictates about such personal habits. Mr. Barnes is a man of constant energy; one won- ders when he sleeps. If he has to catch a train he allows himself the minimum of time to reach the station. But ke's never missed a connection ex- cept onc: and then a drawbridge, across the river, caught his car in a jam, During the period he was emerging from comparative business obscurity into a world figure of commerce he pro- moted a boat club in Duluth. He was a ploneer in the encouragement and development of flying boats and in the days when the automobile was new Mr. Barnes owned and drove one of the few machines in Duluth. _Once, on an overhight drive from Duluth to Minneapolis, Barnes and a friend came to a bridge which, except for the framework, had been all torn down. They dragged into place the discarded planks, crossed the structure and went their way—not stopping, incidentally, to take up the planks again. That was another early illustration of Barnes efficlency and quick action. As a doer, rather than a dreamer, Mr. Barnes believes that American business in the present or any other situation, is fully capable of solving its own prob- | lems. The forthcoming economic con- | ferences will afford American business | another opportunity to demonstrate to | all the world that it can absorb any temporary shock or upset without sac- I rifice of its traditional stability and abllity to carry on. Wall Street Chastened moment, but he was extremely that it should be Tl:ued on. ¢ ::{get to put that your paper,” he Another fjoke passed along by the Wall Street Journal is this: “Who is that haughty mannered man who is attracting so much attention?” asked a trader. “Why shouldn't he strut?” re- sponded another trader. “He holds some stock rights that are actually worth something.” But the real jokes will be whispered at stag parties for years. A Debtor’s Excuse. The stock market crash has not af- fected as many people as generally sup- posed. Many of them never heard about the stock market until it got on the first pages of the newspapers. Losses in the stock market are being used by thousands of people to get out of Flylnf their just debts. As the druggist in one small suburban town said a few days ago: “All the dead beats in town are saying they cannot pay me because they lost everything in the stock crash.'” Wall Street is eager to get back to work. It wants to forget. The acars of the crash never will be wiped out, but the pain will lessen in new en- deavor. It is wearily “slooplnl to build again with worn-out tools.” lndian_TWins Plow Test In International Match George Garlow, 17-year-old Chip- pewa Indian boy from Middleport, near Brantford, Ontario, captured the sweepstakes over all competitors at the international plowing match held re- cently at Kingston, Ontario. This was the largest event of its kind in the world, lasting four days, and in which there were 370 entries. The sweepstake prize was valued at $200. Garlow also won & $50 watch as first prize for boys under 19. He has now purchased a farm in' Ontario and will apply his prise money and skill toward an agri- cultural career., o ‘SUNDAY. BTAR, WASHINGTON, D. T, DECEMBER 1, 1929—PART TWO. REVIEWS OF AUTUMN BOOKS {The Autobiography of a Former President— “An Arctic Rodeo” Lives Up to Its Name—TFiction From a Number of Well Known Writers. IDA GILBERT MYERS. ONG ago. half a thousand vears. in fact, before our present mode i of reckoning time began, there lived a man who rose to the leadership of his state. A man wise in the law, firm in its equitable administration. One who advocated prudence, thrift, simple living—and practiced these himself as well. Under his guidance wars, for the time, became less frequent and flerce. Industry throve and prosperity became general. Toward the end of his term of office whispers gathered that he should be re- turned to public service. The whispers became vocal in eager words, and these united in a common clamor of demand on the part of the reople. At a critical and momentous yo nt of the campaign this man made formal announcement. ‘What he said was, in effect, “I do not choose to run again as consul of the Roman republic.” And 8o, Lucius Cin- cinnatus went back to live upon his farm, “his small estate,” over on the far side of the Tiber. This simple event became historical and memorable, no doubt by virtue of the fact that it cuts to the bottom of man's dearest prepossession—love of wer, passion for place, joy in homage, appiness in distinction and the apart- ness which every human 'secretly be- lieves himself to deserve. To relinquish frecly that which ministers to these natural urges is, indeed, an act of heroic personal sacrifice. Not many times has history had a chance td record this act of political abnegation. Coming to our own day, George Wash- ington, In the stately phrase of his time and in reasoned words of political philosophy, refused to accept again the presidency of the United States. Much nearer yet to us—only about two years ago—Calvin Coolidge startled the whole world with the laconic “I do not choose to run,” retiring from this into the silence again, leaving a clipped sentence to become a waymark in the annals of political history. * Kk % THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF CALVIN COOLIDGE. New York: Cosmo- politan Book Corporaiton. “THE chances of having wise and faithful public service are in- creased by a change in the presidential office after a moderate length of time.” A single sentence drawn from the full and direct amplification of “I do not choose to run’ made here by M:. Coolidge as an important chapter in his own story of his life. This chapter rounds to a body of political wisdom applied to the chief executive office of a great country in respect to tenure cf that office. The story itself, running back to the earliest recollections of Mr. Coolidge and even beyond these for a gathering up of the family annals, is as straight- faring as is the famous pronouncement itself. Out of it rise pictures that are reality itself. The Vermont farm, the village which it bordered, the men and women of the neighborhood, the stor gatherings, the post office assemblies, the sugaring-off in early Spring, the blacksmithing next door, t! grain- grinding down at the mill beside the stream—if you, too, were brought up in such surroundings you seize upon this vivid re-living of the early years of this man with joy for the dearness of it all. ‘Then the demands of education are so real—that clear New England obsession for a “good schooling”—from the little old schoolhouss on to the village acad- emy and finally to the college itself. Soon one has to abandon this keen sense of partaking, for the young fellow 1s getting ahead too fast for any gen- eral following in actual experience. Here is leadership—though the writer himself does not call it that. Nor even does he seem to sense it as that. But it is. And along with its growth there come to us, bit by bit—ways so plain and practical, { yet with a touch of the mystic about ihem—by which this man pursued his own life. “Some power that I little sus- pected in my student days took me in charge and carried me on from the ob- scure neighborhood of Plymouth Notch to the occupancy of the White House.” Students of political history will, no doubt, cherish this revelation for its sound philosophy, for its upright facing of political issues, for its mergence of these with the complete sum of the common life of a great people. They will appreciate the attitude that the rnlmul man Is also the man in clvil ife, subject to the same attitudes and exactions, urged and supported by the same ethics of conduct end behavior. That which served to give life meaning ana value on the Vermont farm served no less along the political highway that led, finally, to Washington. “There is no dignity quite so impressive, and no independence quite so important, as living within your means.” Calvin Coolidge was brought up on that. He believed it. And so when he was the President of the United States he in- stituted measures of economy, or finan- clal thrift on the part of the Govern- ment, of wise forward-looking into new and permanent expenditures, as well as into great savings that reacted in bene- fits upon every citizen of this great country. Read this book for its wisdom in poli- tics. Read it for Its sincerity of revela- tion. Read it for the tenderness that underlies it at many a point. Read it as the disclosure of a man who possesses | —actually possesses—a piety that works along every day in many a plain and practical issue, without any obvious con- cern about personal rewards, even those stored up in heaven waiting for the man Who has been a Christian on earth. * o oK % AN ARCTIC RODEO. By Danirl W. Streeter. Illustrated. New York. G. Putnam’s Sons, IT was not until tales of gumdrops for Eskimos made somewhat of a sensation two decades ago that writers about the frozen North bsgan to get away from the grand, the gloomy and peculiar in dealing with their subject. Hardship, tragedy and darkness stalked through their pages, with hardly a ripple of amusement to break the mo- notony. Mr. Streeter, author of “Dena- tured Africa,” has gone almost to the other extreme; his description of a really serious and valuable trip is almost an endless succession of “‘wise cracks.” must be difficult to be both funny and instructive for 356 pages, but this author has accomplished it, wearisome though the lighter vein occasfonally becomes. It is not as funny as “Salt Water Taffy,” although not far from the mark; nevertheless the entertained reader obtains and digests a really astonishing amount of Arctic informa- tion. ‘The mere perusal of the person- nel who, headed by Capt. “Bob” Bart- lett, made this voyage in the antiquated schooner named the Effie M. Morrissey, ¥1m a foretaste of some of the good hings to be expected—a publisher, a Montana cowboy, an expert big game archer, ichthyologist, wireless fiend, | newsreel photographer, surgeon, zo- ologist, etc., including the son of the (who had dlscnve;:l; of ;l:: Pglifil‘uelf never lore 'n farther nort! Maine). The party went after n}:f:ll;l:l;‘ white whales, walrus, sharks, facts and artifacts and obtained igm:ue-lly every- thing it started for, including an un- scheduled” shipwreck which, treated as comically as any other event, could not possibly have been comic at the time. They were piped out of harbor by a volunteer bagpipe band; they returned to be held E? at the cannon’s mouth and searched for rum three or four times within a few hours, “Now we knew we had definitely reached civiliza- tion!” is q-ne author's pithy comment. All in all, “An Arctic Rodeo” lives fully up to its name and if one is contem- plating a trip, say, between Washington and New York he can assure himself a It | delightful journey by inserting this vol- ume in his gladstone bag. R, M. K. * k% X ginia Woolf, author of “Orlando,” etc. New York: Harcourt, Brace & Co. IF, having started, you are bent upon arriving, don't set out with Virginia Woolf. But if, contrariwise, you are casily seduced, happily led off by this inviting glance or that becl hand flutter, then go with her by No, this is not a me-owin, tion that Mrs. Woolf is possessed vagrant mind. I had hoped she was. For a true vagabondage must be a very beautiful “‘age.” No, none knows better what she is after, just exactly what she is after, than does this distinguished writer. Yet, on tha¥ morning, we seemed to be merely loitering all around London upon no definite errand, or so I for the moment thougnt. Mrs. Woolf, both hands waving in some inclusive de- cision, spoke rather to herself than to me. “Men, men, they did all of this. They bullt cathedral and chapel, palace and dwelling, streets and parks and"— the list was growing to take in the city itself and, by implication, the wide world too. *“No wonder that women are so far behind. They have had no great things to do.” “Oh, I dor’t know" —I ventured—"they have borne all the children, every one of them, and have wived all the husbands, wived them too —until lately at least—in submussion and obedience and in absolute pecuniary dependence. That is quite a job to turn off, if you ask me.” “You are irrelevant, quite beside the question,” almost snapped my gifted companion. And I, pained, fell silent. After miles of walking and volumes of self-com- munion on the part of Mrs. Woolf, the point of the expedition came out, came out as we drifted into the library. Mrs. ‘Woolf was hunting for the women who have, so far, made a dent in the field of authorship where men have already achieved so markedly. As I have al- ready told you, this lady knew where she was going from the minute of her setting out. Let me give you that ob- jective now. Here it is. Before women can suc in literature they must independence and freedom. Support and solitude for the full play of-men! gifts and wers. A com: plete liberation from the communal life that women, bringing up their children, placating their husbands, and running the full domestic machinery, lead in so large a_measure even now. y this time we are fronting the book shelves and the long business begins. Understand this is not an adventure in acquiring knowledge. It is, instead, an undertaking to support Mrs, ‘Woolf's contention concerning woman writers. And so the journey opers. From Jane Ausien to Rebecca West it takes its course in a deeply intelligent grasp of the essentials of 311;'.111.111; ll':. in an acutely way- e manner of prol and ferreting for :minw. ecach Mrs. Woolf spreac existence at the time of the writing under consideration, the preoccupation of the author with alien duties, with | uninspiring tasks, with her lack of solitude for thought and its ripening, | for the mediocre, relatively mediocre ithurlctcr of the output. Now if only Jane Austen had had a “room of her |own” as it is whimsically put here— | very cogently put, too—what other | heights she might have scaled than those which have given her the fame | I;:lt ;’he yet c‘t.)mmlnd!. It ‘l'l“l’:"l‘e |.\'llL1 the . journey ‘s even more a joy. |10 A E th. the mind—sometimes i agreement, now and then in negation— but ‘s stir every minute along the way. By means of the adventure a new in- look is afforded upon literature as this has been affected by the women who are writing today and have written in | the somewhat near past of their activ- |ity along this line. appraisals of | present ~ writers, woman writers, | contrast of these with men similarly | engaged—it is all profitable to one. Not at its best profit in either acceptance or denial as such but in the originality of the writer herself, in the stirring of the reader’s mind along the subject in hand. Much of this charm les in the “by the way"” reflections, by the asides of illustration and persuasion set up every other minute by this versatile and rather bewildering woman. . * koK X | THE MAN WHO PRETENDED. By | W. B. Maxwell, author of “Spinste of This Parish,” etc. New York: Doubleday, Doran & Co. ONLY children are allowed to “make believe” in peace. As soon as an elder is caught, even once, “pref rt his downward course—or hers—is s and sure. Liar, deceiver, dissembler, hypocrite, charlatan, mountebank—are some of the names assigned him, or her, by the lily-white folks roundabout. It is upon a deliberate program of “pretending” that Mr. Maxwell works out one of his best and most original stories. | It is the funeral of Oswald Raikes' ather. The boy is not sorry that his father died, not sorry at But be- | reaved sons weep at the graves of their fathers. A settled custom of filial and plous lmfiliutlom. 8o Oswald weeps— | not noislly, yet no one can miss the | fact, “Poor fellow!” “A good lad!"— | and women pat his sleeve. and the men | look upon him with kindly eyes. That |is the beginning. Nobody would spoil | this good story for you by a second- | rate lccounzlng of Its progress. At school, out in business and social life, | it is the same. With no great natural gifts, Oswald Ralkes, by. his uncanny power to visualize proper effects, so arranges and projects his behaviors as to gain respect and esteem, success and rosperity. He even pretended himself to matrimony, really against his will, but, in sum, the act promised more of advantage than the opposite of this. Only one man, & sympathetic friend and admirer, saw exactly what had been going on, what was still going on. Then Oswald Raikes fell sick, fell tired of making believe, as matter of fact. “I'm too tired,” he moaned. “I shirk the effort.” “Don’t shirk. You never have shirked. Go on to the end—go on pretendin, “Pretend that I want to live?” es.” And so the story ends. But you may be sure that the man did not die. An amazing excel- lence of invention—"invention not this tale, instead, a concen! of pretense in Oswald Ralkes, where | we, you and I, practice the same art, but_in intermittent, unartful fashion? A liar and a hypocrite this Oswald | Raikes? Yes, perhaps—there’s a mirror | right there back of you. * ok kK THE METHODIST FAUN. By Anne Parrish, author of “All Kneeling,"” etc. New York: Harper & Bros. 'HE “faun” is a boy, but for the moment let him It is in the re-creation of the small town that Anne Parrish here stands at her best. Let me say right away that by the “small town™ [ do not mean, nor does this author, any one of the little villages scatter:d all over the country. In these days of im- | mediate communications and contacts, the residents of the hamlet resent the pli ting in the term. . Resent it rightfully, for the “small town"” is a state of mind which city groups and city quarters represent (iulh as: clearly as does the little place itsslf. It is to this idea that Anne Parrish pays such devoted and delightful atterition by way of the Pine Hill that provides back- ground here for men, women and ehil- dren who appear to have taken full possession of the activities of this spot. You know them, whether you are city dweller or a four-corner lhl'?mw The work of week days, the festivities of Saturday night, the plous enjoyments of A ROOM OF ONE'S OWN. By Vir-(*! possess Translated into practical terms these | gu! are money and & room of one's own. & Sunday, the general outlook, the famil- iar modes of spe:ch—you know them But hardly ever have you had 'm presented you in a body and through the keen understanding and clear sympathy of an Anne Parrish. Every minute bubbles with laughter: onc: in a while the laughter Is a bit wry—but in the main it is good and hearty and conducive to a truer under- standing of the sort of thing that the reader himself really is, or herself. ‘There is, it seems to me, but a single .| flaw in this clearly competent and in- teresting novel. handled the impracti Anne Parrish has mis- “faun.” A dreamy Iad, and often impossible, loving to steal away by himself, as a true faun would, and only in solitude really being himself. A rather pathetic lad upon the whole, a clear misfit in the ordinary run of the village life. Had he lived otherwhere he would have been a poet, perhaps, or a painter. At any rate he calls for a deeply sympathetic understanding—and he does nuc‘rt this. Anne Parrish is too taken up with the fact that this particular boy pro- vided her with an irresistible opportunity to play off her own wit, her own sense of fun, her own widely recognized power to please the company. And so, hav- ing made the boy perfectly right in his future role of “faun.” she appears to have been led off into the rather ma ternal tendency to spoil her offsprin by an indulgence of herself. almost a fatality ensues. The made—not quite, but almost—the instead. Too bad! chance! ‘goat” For it was a lovely SR DREAMERS OF EMPIRE. By Achmed Abdullah and T. Compton Paken- }é:m, New York: Frederick A, Stokes Adventure, romance and historic truth combine here, in th> hands of that dramatic story-teller, Achmed Ab- dullah and his collaborator, Mr. Paken- ham, to give several hours of absolute enjoyment. The reading over, you will fall into the child's game of choosing the best one—the best to you. 1Is it the story of Cecil Rhodes that you delight most in? Or, is it the strange ad- ventures of that man who was stranger than any of his experiences—Sir Rich- ard Burton, who “dreamed in 17 lan= es?” Or is 1t another who spreads arvelous life out here for the en- thrallment of the less daring, the less active in their dreamings? Gen. 1 er, nearer home, no farther a than Central America, will startle you— and thrill you. law-abiding citizen the you are. And here are other sorts of adventurers—Charles George Gordon, pursuing a dream of Christianity as he adventured in China and the Sudan: Lawrence, who spread before his life as its guide and rule a vision of jus- tice for the world itself. And here are others, and others—yet, after all, it is much in the way of the telling that & story lives or falls away into us particular point, there a: hosts of readers who will eagerly agree with me that when it come to round- d | ing adventure into fullness of daring, into shifts of quick hazard, into the glamour of romance, into a portrayal of mere man as a quite super being now and then, why, at such junctures, it is A ed Abdullah who can do all this much ter than-well, any one e¢ise who, just at ‘the moment, comes to mind. Did I chooss my fa< vorite story here? I did. Cecil Rhodes is fit to be any one's hero, any one's man of men. A finely inspirational romance, this one of Cecil Rhodes' life—and death. And all the others are iy Uhderstandivg *snd- drapsatie 3 and dr: vt A t g . ‘amatic BOOKS RECEIVED KING'S PLEASURE. B‘ Ida Zeitlin. Illustrated by T re Nadejen. New York: Harper & Brothers, THE HAPPY HOUR BONKS—THE Fittures by Kult Wicee, e Sou s by Ku lese. 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