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the pecuniary inducements that may build the million new cottages that the be offered to the contrary. Europe, demobilized Army will need to return in short, will have to be fed, whoever to, if the all too scanty building mapays for it, on the same principle that terials and building trades workmen Belgium has been fed; though the grip are competed for by millionaires at her throat will be no longer that of wanting new palaces, speculative capithe Germans but that of a world talists eager to put up new hotels and shortage. And within each nation, theatres, or financiers anxious to make the same principle of "priority of money by investing their capital in need,” irrespective of "effective de- new constructional works abroad. The mand,” will have to be enforced. In principle of "priority of need,” under this country, for instance, we shall which practically all supplies are now apparently be short, for months and regulated during war, will plainly even years, not only of wheat and meat, have to be continued during peace. but also of timber, bricks, building The hard facts are compelling the stone, builder's ironwork and all statesmen to see, as the economists components of ships and houses (except have had to recognize, that the world steel). It is clear that we shall not be must more and more be administered able to restore our railways and fac according to the homely axiom of "No tories, our schools and roads, let alone cake for anyone until all have bread.” The New Statesman.
'Oo seen 'er off?
“Me," says the tide, "I 'ad to, for why, there was no one
beside; For sailor folks' women, they're busy
enough 'Thout 'angin' round pier 'eads to see
their chaps off. The gulls all about 'er they wrangled
an' cried, An' I seen 'er off,” says the Liverpool
'Oo seen 'er sunk? ...
"Me,” says the sun, “At the top o' my climbin' I seen the
thing done; I seen 'er 'eave to, an' I seen 'er 'ull
quiver, Settle an' stumble an' treble an’
shiver, An' her stern it went up an' 'er bow it
went down, An' most of 'er people, they just 'ad to
drown, An' I 'adn't a cloud for to shut out the
sight, So I seen 'er sink,” says the sun in 'is
'Oo waved 'er good-bye? ....
“Me,” says old Tuskar, "When the sun it went down an' the
light it got dusker, (With a sea gettin' up an' a wind
blowin' keen), An' the smoke of 'er funnels could
'ardly be seen, An' the last of the sunset was red in
the sky... With the first o' my flashes I waved 'er
'Oo seen the last of 'er? ...
“Us," says the crew, All that was left out o'twenty-an’-two, “We seen the last of 'er (floating around On a bottom-up boat among dead 'uns
an' drowned), We seen 'er waterways runnin' with
We seen poor mates of ours shot where they stood. . . . But them chaps as done it, I tell you
now true The London Chronicle.
Margaret Skinnider's “Doing My Bit for Ireland” (The Century Co.) is an account of the Sinn Fein rising in Dublin at Easter, 1916, written by one who was intimately associated with the leaders of the outbreak, and took part herself, clad in a man's uniform, in the fighting. It is a graphic narrative, the first detailed and authoritative account which has been written, from the Irish point of view, of the motives and hopes which inspired the rising, of the preparations which were made for it, of the leaders who risked everything to make it successful, of the desperate street fighting, and of the fate of the chief conspirators. Among the dozen illustrations are two portraits of the author, one in normal dress and the other in boy's clothes.
It can hardly be necessary to bespeak a welcome for a second series of papers and sketches by “A Student in Arms” (E. P. Dutton & Co.). The first series, with their intimate disclosure of the author's personality and of his relations with his comrades in the trenches and of the courage and devotion of the men who have fought and died for England in the great war, touched the hearts of readers on both sides of the sea as few books of the war have done. This second volume contains a dozen or more of the author's sketches and reflections, most of them, like those in the earlier book, reprinted from The Spectator. Readers who would like to know more of the life of the author— Donald Hankey—will be touched by the brief biography of him by his sister,
They ain't seen the last of us yet,” says the crew, “No you bet your sweet life,” says what’s left of the crew! C. For Smith.
which serves as an Introduction. Most of the sketches in this volume were actually written in the trenches or near them, with the sounds of battle in his ears, in the months from May, 1916, when he came back to the front, after months in the hospital, where he had gone for the treatment of his wounds, down to October of that year, when, after kneeling in brief prayer with his men, he was killed while leading them “over the top.” A striking portrait forms the frontispiece.
“The Mexican Problem,” about which Clarence W. Barron, the wellknown financial expert, writes informingly in the volume bearing that title, has been thrust into the background by the exciting events of the great world war; but, although it is less acute than it was a year ago, it still exists and may at any time become menacing. Few Americans feel any pride in the way in which the United States has dealt with it— or rather has failed to deal with it. Mr. Barron's treatment of it is from the business and financial point of view, and is based, not only on a long financial experience, but on close personal observation on the ground. The Mexican problem, as he views it, is one of business, not of politics, and the solution which he urges is a business solution. He dismisses as fallacies the idea that the land question is at the bottom of the Mexican troubles, and the companion idea that the natural wealth of Mexico has furnished a base for contending business interests from the United States to promote Mexican quarrels; and he attempts to show that the fighting in Mexico has not been with or concerning American or foreign interests, but between local factions and political parties. What Mexico chiefly needs, he insists, is financial assistance in its business development. Houghton Mifflin Co.
In “Gold Must Be Tried by Fire” Richard Aumerle Maher has written one of the best stories ever based on the conflict between labor and capital. In the opening chapter, Daidie Grattan—eighteen, strong and lithe and sound as a sapling—makes a reckless marriage to free herself from the monotony of mill-life. Indignant at the cowardice of her husband who provides for his own safety without thought of her, in a fire on a Sound steamer, she separates from him at once, and spends three years in training as a nurse in a Sisters' hospital where all the influences confirm her purpose to dedicate her shadowed life to the service of other women. Going out under her girlhood's name—a mistake against which Mother Regina warns her—she finds work at six dollars a week in a paper mill in Northern New York, and there the real action of the story takes place. Hugh Barton, the young owner of the mill, has different ideals from those of his father who built it, and in his struggles to realize them is thwarted not only by the competition of other manufacturers but by the failure of his own men to trust and co-operate with him. The inevitable strike is vividly described, with the typhoid epidemic following it; but perhaps no chapters hold the interest more closely than those in which young Barton pits himself against the Paper Combine. Ardent and yet candid in its spirit, brilliantly written, with characters
strongly individualized, the story is unquestionably one of the most promising of the season. The Macmillan Co.
George Matthew Adams's “Take It” (Frederick A. Stokes Co.) is a modest volume of barely a hundred pages, but it contains more than a hundred sensible, pungent and epigrammatic essays, all of the maimed at “the man in the street,” and all of them charged with buoyancy and hopefulness. The prevailing lesson is that every man should take the world, his world, as he finds it, and make the most and best of it and of himself in it.
Charles K. Taylor, the author of “The Boys' Camp Manual” (The Century Co.) founder of Camp Pen, near Plattsburg, is well qualified to write a manual of this kind, for he has been for years identified with the physical training of boys and the management of boy camps. Gen. Leonard Wood, in a cordially appreciative Foreword, remarks that the work which Mr. Taylor is doing and proposes to do “will send to us that portion of the youth of the country who come under his control in far better condition to receive their final military training than would otherwise be possible.” The present volume is calculated to be of great use to this end, for it covers every detail of the organization and establishment of camps, the necessary construction, physical training, formal military drill, signaling field and other exercises, and camp interests. The directions and suggestions which it contains, with the accompanying illustrations from photographs, will promote the physical and moral health of the boys into whose hands it falls, and will tend to make the boys of today vigorous, courageous and efficient young men of tomorrow.