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“The author of that bitter polemic against warfare, ‘Men in war,’ repeats his denunciation in ‘The judgment of peace.’ Lt. Latzko has written an argument rather than a novel. The thesis is that war is a diplomats’ game and wholly evil for the ‘impotent pieces.’ The hero of the book is George Gadsky, a pianist, who volunteered, submitted to arbitrary discipline, and ‘felt crushed, torn out of his real self, degraded to the level of a shabby, beaten sneak.’ The overbearing, stupid sergeant, the stay-at-home enthusiast and the families rivaling each other in iron crosses and deaths are scored. One ringing declaration in this novel is contained in the words of the Frenchman, Merlier: ‘Have not these four years taught every nation that you cannot seek to enslave others without robbing yourself of all freedom?’”—Springf’d Republican

“Were it not for the devout prayer for human brotherhood which is made throughout the book, it would, not merely by its grimness and gloom, but by its lightning flashes of revelation, leave the night more black.” M. E. Bailey

“The ‘Judgment of peace’ appears to be the work of one who has gone through intense suffering by reason of the war, and whose life has become permanently embittered. Few writers equal his descriptions of the bloody agonies of the battlefield and his pictures of soldiers, but his outlook on life is morbid and gloomy.”

“His story fails as art because it is forever running into bald propaganda, as propaganda because its grounds are emotions instead of thoughts.”

“Like ‘Men in war,’ ‘The judgment of peace’ is swift and strong, lucid and incandescent, appalling and irresistible. Latzko’s fierce arraignment and mighty tract should be welcomed by lovers of peace and should be kept alive in order that an epic memory all plumes and purple may not go down from our generation.” C. V. D.

“‘The judgment of peace’ is a book of hate—hate not for ‘enemy’ countries, but for selfish rulers and militarists everywhere. So far, so good—but the author goes too far; his condemnation of ruthless militarism, of selfish uncontrolled power, is good and true; his apparent assumption that all rulers, all governments, all holders of power everywhere, are thus actuated by utter selfishness, is neither. And one is left, at the end of this absorbing, brilliant, thoughtful and passionate book, with the sense that after all the author has not got us very far on the road toward the brotherhood of man.”

Reviewed by H. W. Boynton

“Patience is somewhat strained by the manner of this book; the protest is not new, and the tale is rather hastily and crudely constructed. The most effective part comes near the end, where Gadsky as a prisoner of war gets to know a French soldier.”

“A significant book, comparable with Barbusse’s ‘Under fire.’ Not for the smaller libraries.”

LAUDER, SIR HARRY (MACLENNAN).Between you and me. $2.50 McCann

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“‘I’m no writin’ a book so much as I’m sittin’ doon wi’ ye all for a chat,’ Harry Lauder says in his first chapter; and he carries the plan through to the last. The book is a biography, a Scot’s philosophy of life, and a shrewd discourse on current social problems, combined.”—Outlook

“A book which will be liked only by the enthusiastic Lauder-ites. It is written in Scotch dialect which often runs unevenly into pure English. Not as good as ‘A minstrel in France.’”

“Sir Harry mentions the possibility of two more books. We shall welcome them eagerly, as we always welcome him, but we cannot help hoping that, despite the charm of his gossipy style, the next ones will have to some degree the skeleton of an outline.” I. W. L.

“Readers who are not frightened at a glimpse of Scotch dialect will love the book for its genuine human note, its humor, and its underlying pathos.”

“This book gives Lauder and his message in a unique and inimitable way. It is well worth reading as Lauder himself is worth hearing.”

LAWRENCE, C. E.God in the thicket. *$2 Dutton

“It is a delicately worked narrative of a glittering world peopled by pantomime folk, whose names have been familiar to us all from childhood—Harlequin and Columbine, Pierrot, Punchinello, Aimée and Daphne, and many others. They live in the Forest of Argovie; and their life is the pantomime life, with its queer, sudden approaches to the greyer conditions of human existence and irresponsible withdrawals to the spangled regions of fantasy.” (The Times [London] Lit Sup) “The god of the title is none other than he of the pipes and the goat-thighs, Pan himself.” (N Y Times)

“In many passages here there is a surplus of adjectives, a lack of precision and reality. There are times when the author writes with a pleasing irony that would be even more enjoyable if the vein were not overdone.”

“Very delicately, very gracefully written, a little too long perhaps, but full of quaint conceits, poetically fanciful and therefore a good deal out of the ordinary.”

“A little masterpiece.”

“It is perhaps refreshing in these prosaic days to exist for an hour in the world of fantasy.”

“It is a pretty story, which fails rather disappointingly to be something more.”

LAWRENCE, DAVID HERBERT.New poems. *$1.60 Huebsch 821

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Mr Lawrence prefaces his collection of new poems with a discussion of the nature of poetry, saying in part, “Poetry is, as a rule, either the voice of the far future, exquisite and ethereal, or it is the voice of the past, rich, magnificent.... The poetry of the beginning and the poetry of the end must have that exquisite quality, perfection which belongs to all that is far off.... But there is another kind of poetry: ... the unrestful, ungraspable poetry of the sheer present.” And it is for this third type of poetry, he continues, that new poetic forms must be forged. Among the poems of the book are: Apprehension; Coming awake; Suburbs on a hazy day; Piccadilly Circus at night; Parliament Hill in the evening; Bitterness of death; Seven seals; Two wives; Autumn sunshine.

“The more stringent their form the better these poems are; and when, as in Phantasmagoria, Mr Lawrence finds a subject suited to his strained and ‘pent-up’ manner, he ‘gets his effect’ very wonderfully.”

“Mr Lawrence’s ‘New poems’—like the overwhelming bulk of ‘the rare new poetry’—seems inspired less by any remote touch of divine madness, than by a labored and sophisticated anxiety to exemplify a theory. Mr Lawrence has none of the brilliancy of Miss Lowell, none of the power of Mr Lindsay. His slim new book offers the pathetic spectacle of a shabby manikin pirouetting in caricature of the muse.” R. M. Weaver

Reviewed by Babette Deutsch

“Apart from a brilliant preface, there is scarcely anything in this book which is pitched at the same level of intensity as the best poems in ‘Look, we have come through.’ The touch is somewhat slacker and vaguer, the feeling less fused with the words. ‘New poems’ contains as least one poem which I am almost inclined to set higher than anything Lawrence has ever done. This is the poem called ‘Seven seals.’” J: G. Fletcher

“Mr Lawrence’s preface poses spontaneity as an ideal, promising poetry that ‘just takes place.’ That is interesting, but it does not explain Mr Lawrence’s poetry, which here as always betrays elaborate trouble in its preparation.”

“His ‘New poems’ reasserts his place among the most gifted, the most arresting of the English poets.” H. S. Gorman

“As you read the whole volume through it seems to you more and more that he feels too intensely about a great many things. There is this difference between him and older sentimentalists, that they were at the mercy of pleasant feelings, while he is often at the mercy of unpleasant; but it is still the same poet’s disease, and in both cases the feelings seem too intense for their cause.”

LAWRENCE, DAVID HERBERT.Touch and go. (Plays for a people’s theatre) $1.25 Seltzer 822

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Altho the background of this drama is a strike in a British colliery it is not intended as a propaganda play. The author is concerned with the tragic element in the struggle between capital and labor. He has defined tragedy as “the working out of some immediate passional problem within the soul of man.” The play also represents his idea that a “people’s” theater should deal with people, with men and women, not with stage types.

“Mr Lawrence, of course, cannot escape his genius. The secondary qualities of ‘Touch and go’ are superior to the big things in the work of many other dramatists.” Gilbert Seldes

“Mr Lawrence’s new play, ‘Touch and go,’ seems to indicate that, while the author may have gained compensations in other ways, he has lost, temporarily, it is to be hoped, under the blighting strains and trials of the last few years, some of the vital energy that is essential to a dramatist.” Elva de Pue

“This is a play serious in purpose, of vital contemporaneous interest, unexceptionable motive and written with knowledge and ability, which is nevertheless ineffective, because while it exhibits a comprehensive sense of existing conditions and states its problem very clearly, it has nothing to offer or suggest in the way of a possible solution except a series of benevolent platitudes.” J. R. Towse

“The preface is so excellent, so much in the manner of the great English tradition that it holds, and urges, and ends by being, I think, even better than the play, a fine little masterpiece of eight pages.” Amy Lowell

“The only thing amusing in the little volume is the preface, which is entertaining enough. Mr Lawrence does not make this mistake of open didacticism when he writes poetry. Why, oh! why, does he write drama like this?”

“The preface has been most stimulating and formative. Preface and play, however, are widely separated. Never once are we led to feel the promised reality of the characters. The story moves in a confusion of the fundamental details.” Dorothy Grafly

“His characters are overdrawn, and his action has to do with struggles of temperament rather than of contrasting philosophies.”

“The strength of the play lies in its picture of colliery life.”

LAWRENCE, DOROTHY.Sapper Dorothy Lawrence; the only English woman soldier. (On active service ser.) *$1.25 (4c) Lane 940.48

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Miss Lawrence gives this account of her exploits in France as a soldier of the Royal engineers, 51st division. 179th tunnelling company. It was as a last desperate effort to get to the war that she plotted and struggled her way into the ranks. Twelve times she had applied for various forms of war work and had been turned down. Her efforts to go as newspaper correspondent met the same fate. The Tommies were more accommodating and helped her to accomplish her purpose. Contents: At Creil; Sleeping in Senlis forests; In soldier’s clothes; On the march for the trenches; Arrest; Tried at Third army headquarters; In a convent; On board.

“A brightly written tale of pluck, energy, and determination.”

LAY, WILFRID.[2]Man’s unconscious passion. *$2 Dodd 157

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Dr Lay, author of “Man’s unconscious conflict” and “The child’s unconscious mind,” writes here of the part which the unconscious plays in love and marriage. Contents: The total situation; Conscious and unconscious passion; Affection is not passion; Insight; The transfer of passion; The emotion age.

“Dr Lay’s book is written in a most readable and interesting style and should make a great appeal to all those interested, professionally or otherwise, in this dominant and important phase of individual human life and its relation to the tissue of the whole social organism.” S. W. Swift

LEACH, ALBERT ERNEST.Food inspection and analysis. 4th ed il *$8.50 Wiley 543.1

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“This manual, designed for the use of analysts, health officers, chemists and food economists, has been revised and enlarged to the extent of ninety pages; new material having been added or substituted for material in earlier editions. The former arrangement of chapters has been retained but the list of references at the end of chapters has been left out and, instead, more attention has been given to footnote references. A special feature is the final chapter by G. L. Wendt, ‘Determination of acidity by means of the hydrogen electrode.’ The book includes such subjects as food, its functions, proximate components, and nutritive value; general methods of food analysis including microscope and refractometer; milk and milk products; flesh foods; eggs; cereal grains; tea, coffee, and cocoa; edible oils and fats; sugar; as well as artificial food colors, food preservatives, artificial sweeteners, flavoring extracts, and substitutes.”—J Home Econ

“As a whole, however, the new edition well maintains the reputation of the work. It contains so much trustworthy information that chemists concerned with foodstuffs will find it invaluable.” C. S.

LEACOCK, STEPHEN BUTLER.Unsolved riddle of social justice. *$1.25 (4½c) Lane 330

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The author sees in the present state of human society an extraordinary discrepancy between human power and resulting human happiness and analyzes the reasons for the present-day social unrest. He points to the complete breakdown of the Adam Smith school of political economists with their doctrine of “natural liberty” and laissez-faire. In asking “What of the future?” the author finds himself confronted with the phenomenon of modern socialism. This he relegates to the realm of beautiful but impracticable dreams and suggests as a mid-way course that the government should supply work for the unemployed, maintenance for the infirm and aged, and education and opportunity for children, and should enforce a minimum wage and shorter working hours. Contents: The troubled outlook of the present hour; Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness; The failures and fallacies of natural liberty; Work and wages; The land of dreams: the utopia of the socialist; How Mr Bellamy looked backward; What is possible and what is not.

“Dr Leacock writes with great clarity and force. While the limits of the volume do not permit detailed treatment of any of the topics taken up, the reader will find every page suggestive and will be thankful for a chance to see the woods instead of the trees.” O. D. Skelton

“Written in a vigorous, easy, though not humorous, style, that will make it popular with those who seek a middle track.”

“The author of ‘Literary lapses,’ and all the rest of them, could not be dull if he tried. His new volume on the problems of modern life is fully as live as any of his humorous sketches, and nearly as readable.” I. W. L.

“A readable and frequently keen analysis of industrial society. Professor Leacock’s delicately manipulated scalpel cuts perilously close to the heart of the price system, in his perception of the paradox of value.... While the honest sunlight of criticism declares the insufficiency of individualist economics, the light that Professor Leacock throws upon socialism—taking Bellamy’s bleak vision of bureaucracy as sample—is almost a moonbeam from the larger lunacy.”

“The riddle is not only unsolved when Professor Leacock tackles it, but it remains so when he has finished with it. The author has merely re-stated the problem in a lucid and concise manner and fused it with a sort of primer of economics, and comes out in the end with a middle-of-the-road vagueness as his major contribution to the subject.” L. B.

Reviewed by C. E. Ayres

“Stephen Leacock is far from happy in his study of ‘The unsolved riddle of social justice.’ He reveals himself as a clever man, of course, but not as a serious economic thinker. He, surely, cannot be so ignorant as this book would lead one to infer.”

“As a book for the general reader this little treatise can scarcely be too much commended. It is eminently humane in spirit, sensible, serious without being ‘dead serious,’ and thorough on the essential points. The author seems to know how average, educated people think and feel about the present state of society, and to have an unusually good idea of how to write for persons who do not know much about political economy.”

Reviewed by Lyman Abbott

“It is sound common sense doctrine that he preaches, and for that reason it will be popular with but few people in these days of emotional ‘thinking.’”

“Professor Leacock’s book is an appeal to pure reason; it is argumentative, but not quarrelsome; it is progressive in its aims, but it is not revolutionary. His picture may be overdrawn and too highly coloured, but it substantially represents what many thoughtful and clear-sighted men see today when gazing upon the eastern and western worlds.”

“There is much good sense in this attractive book.”

“His solution may seem to be inadequate; but without doubt Mr Leacock has written a valuable popular analysis and has stated sane and forward-looking remedies.”

“Mr Leacock’s treatment of the problem is not intentionally humorous or flippant, but it is surprisingly superficial. As soon as he comes to a discussion of the social thought that governs the demands of large masses at the present time, he becomes positively absurd. Mr Leacock is most successful where he pricks current misconceptions.” B. L.

“He does not overload his subject with the useless ballast of philosophic jargon, or obscure a poverty of thought by abundance of words. His book is short, lucid, always to the point, and sometimes witty.”

LEACOCK, STEPHEN BUTLER.Winsome Winnie, and other new nonsense novels. *$1.50 Lane 817

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This is a sequel to “Nonsense novels,” published in 1911. Again the author parodies the style of various popular types of fiction. Among the numbers in this second series are Winsome Winnie: or, Trial and temptation, narrated after the best models of 1875; The split in the cabinet: or, The fate of England, a political novel of the days that were; Who do you think did it? or, The mixed-up murder mystery; Broken barriers, or Red love on a blue island; and Buggam Grange, a good old ghost story. The stories have appeared in Harper’s Magazine.

“While this later volume lacks to a slight degree the fresh spontaneity of Mr Leacock’s older books, there are plenty of sincere laughs left.” S. M. R.

“The great majority of readers will find ‘Winsome Winnie’ almost as good as the author’s best books. In other words: the work of a man who, in the silence of Mr Dooley, is the most amusing writer in North America.” E. L. P.

“Despite his delicious drolleries, Mr Leacock’s book of verbal cartoons contains an amazing amount of truthful criticism—doubly effective because its form and oblique method of delivery rob it of all malice.”

“A book of parodies which is as amusing as the first series. ‘Winsome Winnie’ and ‘Who do you think did it?’ are as good as any of the sketches which Professor Leacock has ever written.” E. L. Pearson

“It will be a very superior person who does not laugh the first time he reads Mr Leacock’s version of these jocular subjects. But as the laugh comes from the verbal surprise or from the technical improvement in an established joke, it is not likely to be repeated.”

LEADBITTER, ERIC.Rain before seven. *$2 (2c) Jacobs

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Michael Lawson was an awkward, shy and colorless youth, the fourth and youngest in a family of waning fortunes. As a gawky boy of fifteen he falls in love with the daughter of his tutor, Vicar Hargrieves. Some years later, Isobel’s heartless flirtations give him his first deep emotional experience. At school he discovers his love and talent for music and finds a patron who finances his musical education. But funds fail before he has launched upon a career, and he is reduced to playing in a picture-drome. He meets with a succession of failures and becomes a tramp. As such he is discovered by his sister Rosie—his family having been ignorant of his whereabouts for years. His brother, a successful scientist and inventor, takes him on in business. Michael makes good, drops music altogether, achieves tranquillity of heart and wins the love of a dear quiet girl, who had adored him even as a child.

“The first novel of a very grave and very garrulous young Englishman who has not yet discovered how many things have been said before. The trail of his story is lost under an underbrush of truisms, though through the brambles one catches glimpses of landscape not unlike some of Mr Mackenzie’s milder panoramas.”

“It is rather more than a good example of the usual thing.” H. W. Boynton

LEARY, JOHN J., Jr.Talks with T. R. il *$3.50 (4c) Houghton

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Extracts from the diaries of a veteran newspaper man who had been for many years in the habit of recording carefully his conversations with Theodore Roosevelt. These are now arranged under appropriate headings, some few of which are: Roosevelt and 1920; Dewey and Fighting Bob; The break with Taft; The attempt on his life; Clashes with the Kaiser; On election eve, 1916; Senator Lodge’s fist fight; Roosevelt’s one talk with Mr Wilson; Roosevelt on labor; Loyalty; Germans in America; Colonel Roosevelt on boys; Pershing and Wood. There are a number of illustrations.

“The picture is less attractive than that of the writer of the letters to his children, or of the state papers that have been included in Mr Bishop’s selection, but it seems to present with fidelity one of the poses of the most versatile statesmen of our day. The absence of an index makes the book more difficult to use than it need have been.” F: L. Paxson

“A wonderful readable book about a wonderful personality.” E. J. C.

“The volume is a racy, authentic, well-considered work, but instead of revealing the inner springs of motive, instead of a transvaluation of strenuous values, it merely adds to the sum total of current impressions.” L. B.

“Better than any photograph or any biography I know, they give you the feeling of having talked with the man in the flesh.”

“It is in all respects one of the best Roosevelt books we have ever seen, and in some respects the best.”

“It is all vastly entertaining, though one wonders whether the obligation of discretion which private conversation implies has not in certain cases been prematurely sacrificed in the interest of impartial history.”

“‘Talks with T. R.’ is an unusually interesting book. It is a really valuable book. It is certain to be read; it deserves to be read. The author of the book had done well to omit certain virulent assaults on living Americans, notably President Wilson.”

“It is a readable and informing book. The principal criticism that may be made concerns the typography and make-up of the volume. It could be condensed nearly fifty per cent without detracting from its readableness.”

LEBLANC, MAURICE.Secret of Sarek. il *$1.75 Macaulay co.

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“To put into his narrative the right degree of thrill, the correct dose of horror, M. Leblanc takes us to the gloomy island of Sarek, off the coast of Brittany, which has the cheerful nickname of ‘Island of the coffins,’ and there plunges his characters into a welter of murder, mystery and terror that has few parallels in this kind of fiction. Strange figures robed in white, flitting in and out of the woods on the island, make one suspect that the ghosts of the druids of ancient times, or else descendants of theirs dwelling in caves beneath the island, have got on the rampage in the modern world. Arsène Lupin, the peerless solver of mysteries, arrives on the island in his little private submarine. He takes the situation in hand with his usual combination of ability, bravery and luck. Things move fast from the moment that he sets foot on the old stamping ground of the druids. It would be unfair to tell the series of strokes of genius, combined with strokes of the incredible luck, whereby Arsène Lupin circumvents the atrocious Vorski and makes it possible for ‘The secret of Sarek’ to have a happy ending.”—N Y Times

Reviewed by H. W. Boynton

“Suffice it to say that it is an enthralling story, carried forward breathlessly amid a whirl of shooting, stabbing, crucifying and general bloodshed, cleverly raised above most of its kind by a really baffling atmosphere of mystery, a genuine thriller among thrillers.”

Reviewed by E. C. Webb

“The book is full of eerie mysteries and disasters violent enough to merit honourable mention in a competition with Greek tragedies and tinged with a suggestion of archaic survivals and black magic which will pleasantly thrill even a jaded reader.”

LEDWIDGE, FRANCIS.Complete poems of Francis Ledwidge. *$2.50 Brentano’s 821

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Francis Ledwidge, the young Irish poet, lost his life in the war. His poems are brought together in this volume, with an introduction by Lord Dunsany. “Readers familiar with his work will find all of the favorites in this volume—June, To my best friend, Desire in spring, and others. They will find also his poems written during the great war. It is interesting to note that he did not write much of battle and all that went with it, but made his songs out of memories or out of new glimpses of beauty.” (N Y Times)

“His scope was limited. Trees, flowers and the recurring seasons were his theme. But he evidently believed in these things, and did not write of nature because since Wordsworth’s day, it is the correct thing to do. Ledwidge was a countryman and loved the country; the desire to express himself came, and he moulded into what are often exquisite forms, the simple country thoughts which were natural in him.”

“A book which many lovers of modern Irish poetry will rejoice to possess. In many of the poems there is evidence of a delicate and fragrant talent, but one refuses to speak, as the editor so confidently does, of Ledwidge’s genius.” H: A. Lappin

“It is difficult to predict what his future development might have been, but at least there is nothing in this collection to justify the editor in speaking so confidently of his protégé as a genius. Although there is here a great deal of fragrant and delicate imagination, and much keen and intimate observation of sky and tree and field and bird, there is nothing quite so full of Irish reality as any one of a dozen lyrics one might mention by Joseph Campbell or Padraic Colum, for example.”

“There is little in the slight evidence before us to indicate that he would have made his place by sheer power; his success, had he lived, and had he obtained it, would have been of the idiosyncratic sort. And success of this sort he would, I think, no doubt have obtained. For through all his work runs a strain of lyric magic.” Conrad Aiken

“Francis Ledwidge was an honest songster, a poet of the blackbird in a time of hawks and vultures. He was in no sense an important poet, it must be said.” Mark Van Doren

“When it is said that he is somewhat unvarying and that he is sometimes immature it remains to be said that in everything Francis Ledwidge wrote there is the shapely and the imaginative phrase.” Padraic Colum

“He knew the simplicities and austerities of wild life in fields and woods so well that he could borrow from them a little sternness to go with the sweetness of his song.”

“It is simple, sincere, beautiful. Yet it is always quiet and restful. It is not emotional, it soothes. The pictures are gems.”

“It is true that he is ‘the poet of the blackbird,’ that his ‘small circle of readers’ will turn to his work for its mildness, sweetness, and serenity, ‘as to a very still lake ... on a very cloudless evening.’ But that small circle must not be disappointed to discover that his limpidity and naturalness are often blurred with the derivative, that his taste is uncertain, ... that his imagination is less active than his fancy. Complete poems, unflawed by inequalities of tone and workmanship are therefore rare.”

“It is impossible to read these again without realizing that Ledwidge is Ireland’s foremost poet of landscape, a poet who will undoubtedly win lasting recognition.” N. J. O’Conor

LEE, GERALD STANLEY.Ghost in the White House. *$2 Dutton 342.7

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“‘The White House is haunted by a vague helpless abstraction,—by a kind of ghost of the nation, called the People.’ Gerald Stanley Lee gives expression to what he regards as the common aspiration of the people—a yearning to emerge from the ghost stage and to take on tangible shape and substance through which to give expression and to render service. This transformation must be wrought through the organization of the people—the consumers—into a large club or league with branches and chapters. Thus organized, the individual would have a channel for the expression and application of their constructive thought. On the individual is the responsibility of arming himself with knowledge adequate for good judgment, with perspective for sound progress, with vision for comprehensive planning. Then shall the President be simply the chief of a practical religion.”—Survey.

“Mr Lee writes for the most part in words of one syllable, a style admirably suited to reflect his own mental processes.” H. K.

“The author has thought, or mused, a lot, but he has hardly studied the problems at all. He fancies that economics is a very simple science—and so it is, his economics. He has not the faintest conception of the real forces that are now reshaping the industrial world.”

“Mr Lee’s book is thought provoking, stimulating, and much of it is true. It will provoke thought in persons who do not habitually think. One is not quite sure whether a good book like this helps or hinders one.” M. F. Egan

“It is a remarkably successful attempt to formulate the definite, practical desires of the plain people.”

“It deserves to be widely read. It deals in a fascinating way with a common experience and a serious problem. While it does not solve this old problem, it serves a good purpose by stimulating new interest and new thought.” A. J. Lien

LEE, HARRY SHERIDAN.High company. *$1.50 Stokes 811

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