'Yes, Mary likes it to be that way. That is a habit she acquired back in Italy.'

'Anatoly Vasilyevich, I can tell you a piece of news that will really concern you. Our sugar is nearly all gone.'

'I have sixty pounds saved for you. And how was the flour I sent you yesterday?'

'Wonderful. Where did you manage to get it?'

'Oh, my Letts got it somewhere. Marvelously convenient fellows, these Letts are. They can get almost anything, right from under the ground. For instance, do you like real Little Russian sausage?'

'How can you ask such a question?' 'Fine. You'll have it to-morrow. Ah, and here is our Leon Drey. I can tell it by the horn of his automobile.'

Smartly moving his shoulders covered with a well-fitting uniform, Lev Davidych Trotzky entered the room. His clean-shaven cheeks were still frostbitten. His smart yellow leggings made merry noises every time he took a step.

'My dear Maria Fedorovna, your hand! Hello, fellows. Sorry to be late, but I had to go to that fire.'

'What fire? Where?'

'Over on the Glazovaya. These rascals are ready to burn houses to get warm. I had two of them arrested. They look like typical arson criminals.'

'But don't let us waste precious time,' mumbled Lunacharsky, glanc

ing at his gold watch. 'By the way, Lev, do you remember about that old professor I told you about, the one who tried to organize a hunger rebellion on the Petrograd Side? Have they let him go?'

'Oh, yes, I remember. But unfortunately you asked too late about him. I called up the Extraordinary Commission people the very next day, but he had just been shot.'

'Oh, the Devil take you all! Why in thunder are you always in such confounded hurry? The old man could n't harm anybody. His three daughters died of typhoid, and he could n't last long, either. Oh, well. Whose turn is it to deal out? Yours, Alexey Maximych, is n't it? So. No, I don't need any, thank you. Suppose we start with the jack, eh? How do you like it? Hehe. The whole five are mine.'

A maid entered the room.

"The cook asks whether she should heat up the veal?'

'No,' Gorky raised his head from his cards. "Tell her to serve the meat cold, but to heat up the wine. And we want some pickles.'

Several minutes later, 'Step in, gentlemen, we'll have a bite. What will you have first, veal, fish, or macaroni? Have a glass of this whiskey; I prepared it with some lemon peels. It's fine now.'

Thus they live now, these good friends, who have cost Russia such an exorbitant price.

VOL. 21-NO. 1059

MAJOR IAN HAY BEITH has been lecturing to British audiences on his tour experiences in America, and the Times thus reports his treatment of the thorny question of Anglo-American relations:

"The three barriers to an absolute understanding of one another,' said 'Ian Hay,' 'are (1) garbled history, (2) the Atlantic Ocean, (3) the fact that we possess a common language. Instead of a common language being a common bond, it is a common handicap, a common danger, and a common nuisance. It is far easier to start trouble with someone whose language one understands than with someone whose language one does not know. The difficulty of garbled history is now being partially overcome, for the school history books are being revised and the false impressions being removed from child minds. English people do not understand American town life equal of our provincial life. New York is merely an excrescence, for two thirds of America's population live in small towns. The outstanding features of American social life to-day are newlymarried couples and Ford cars.

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"The danger in America is the great mistake of gathering up all the peculiarities of a nation into a single individual. The typical Englishman (through American spectacles) is a rather drooping man, with a heavy moustache, dropped aitches, and a monocle in the right eye. The American is a born "booster," but the Englishman is a born "knocker," who likes to surround himself with a sense of self-depreciation.

The Englishman habitually ridicules his own country, its institutions, and customs; refers disparagingly to his own relations; and thinks that the Empire is going to the dogs. England treats America with the patronizing air of an old gentleman; and America responds with the degenerate air of a small boy. But in fundamental things we are one, and individually we believe in liberty and justice. We hate tyranny, oppression, and ill-treatment, and love things that are clean, healthy, and of good report. Americans and Englishmen alike are idealists and sentimentalists.'

Reviving Paris

THE Bal Bullier recently opened its doors for the first time since the war. An immense crush of students, models, and all the population of the Latin Quarter assembled at the fête. Before the war the Bal Bullier was always a centre of gaiety of the Quarter, and many there were who would not believe that peace had really come until the old place had opened again.

Massed American bands added the only touch which Trilby and Little Billy would not have recognized in the motley throng which sang and danced, drank deep, and talked until the dawn.

In spite of the invasion of foreigners into Paris, the show was predominantly French, true to its decades of tradition.

Wheels

THE fifth cycle' of Wheels, the annual anthology of modern verse

edited by the Sitwells, has just been issued in London. Mr. Osbert Sitwell thus confutes the ideal of the British Sabbath.

Each bird that whirls and wheels on high Must strangle, stifle in, its cry,

For nothing that's of Nature born Should seem so on the Sabbath morn.

The terrace glitters hard and white, Bedaubed and flecked with points of light

That flicker at the passers-byReproachful as a curate's eye.

And china flowers, in steel-bound beds, Flare out in blues and flaming reds;

Each blossom, rich and opulent, Stands like a soldier; and its scent

Is turned to camphor in the air
No breath of wind would ever dare

To make the trees' plump branches sway, Whose thick, green leaves hang down to pray.

Miss Edith Sitwell can still give us a canticle as round and bright and hard and full of cunning colored twirls as the big, bouncing glass marbles beloved of little children. We become as little children when, for example, she trundles along the mood, all round and smooth and self-contained, of "The Fat Woman':

I amble past, I muse and see
The placid world's rotundity
Made in my image, fat and round
And matronly; the shy rebound
Of space from contact seems to me
The most sincere of flattery -
A virtuous vacancy that thieves
All color from the world that lives -
Yields like my mind where nought can make
The least impression it will take.

As for Mr. Sacheverell Sitwell, he writes such long poems that we can only give one of his dreams by a clotheshorse out of a night-mare to show there is no ill-feeling:

I was left hungry all that night,

No use to grumble till the light; I went to bed and tried hard to sleep, But was prevented by a thirst,

I dreamed of icebergs served with spoons
And felt a chagrin at their loss;
So hungry, so weary, the gold sky-signs
Sang of a sixpenny cure, for the world;
Just then I recovered, awoke, and remembered
The fresh light flooded the curtained room.

Wilde's Art-Teaching

THE final volume of Wilde's collected works (Metheuen edition) has just been issued. It is entitled Art and Decoration and sells for six shillings, six pence. Of this volume the Athenæum remarks:

'With this material in hand public opinion may be expected, within the next twenty years or so, to fix approximately Wilde's definitive place in literature; for there is nothing recondite in his work; its qualities and defects are on or very near the surface, and might have been coolly estimated long since but for the contingent circumstances. "The final judgment cannot, we suppose, be very favorable.'

Mr. H. G. Wells's Play

IN the Reandean Company's announcement of its future plans, it was stated that the next production at the St. Martin's Theatre would be a new play by Mr. H. G. Wells and Mr. St. John Ervine. Mr. Wells, however, now writes to explain the exact situation with regard to the play.

I learn (he writes), that I have blossomed into a playwright. This is news to me. I know very little about the stage. I am incurious about it; I am quite sure I shall never be clever enough to write a play. But my friend, Mr. St. John Ervine, has made a play out of an early book of mine, and apparently he is modestly putting my name, or somebody is putting my name, before his own. It is his play.

My share in it has been simply to supply the book, the original raw material so to speak, and afterward to spend three or four days with the real and only playwright, chiefly in a summer house, reading over the dialogue and making the most modest suggestions, which he accepted or rejected as he thought good. It seems to me that he has made a very ingenious and pleasing adaptation of my story, but I know practically nothing about this business.

Discoveries in Gethsemane

THE discovery of a very early Christian church in the Garden of Gethsemane has directed attention to the valuable work which is being carried out in Palestine under the direction of the newly-formed Department of Antiquities. Sir Herbert Samuel recognized from the outset of his career as British High Commissioner that the whole world was anxious that all possible care should be taken of the monuments, and every facility afforded for

and there are well-preserved though small remains of the original mosaic floor.

The Franciscans have undertaken to preserve these remains in such a way that they will be permanently visible: even though a new church be built, it will be designed to enclose the old church, and steps will be taken to distinguish the outline of the ancient structure and to preserve the pavement and the bases of columns in a way that is quite satisfactory. The central apse of this building reaches out just beyond the modern limits of the garden toward the rocks which are usually associated with the Agony of Christ. It has been arranged that the work shall be completed by the Board of Antiquities on behalf of the government. Some architectural fragments, including columns with capitals in Corinthian style, came to light in the course of the excavation.

Land. He called to his aid the Director of the British School of Archæology in Jerusalem, who is now home once more after strenuous work which he has had the gratification of seeing bear fruit.

Excavations in the Garden of Gethsemane were begun by the Franciscans in the spring of last year, and they discovered a church of the thirteenth century. In digging the foundations for a new building on the spot they discovered traces of a much earlier church on a slightly different axis. They duly received permission to excavate this earlier building, which proved to be a church of about the fourth century and one of the oldest monuments of Christianity in Palestine. The whole of the outside wall can be traced, together with the two rows of columns which supported the aisles, and three apses, the central one being the largest. Here

To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the will which says to them 'Hold on'

THESE lines from Mr. Rudyard Kipling's poem, 'If' have been used by Genatosan, Ltd., to advertise their well-known nerve food.

Mr. Kipling brought an action before Mr. Justice Peterson in the Chancery Division to restrain the company from so using the quotation.

Mr. Hughes, K.C., said it was difficult to imagine anything more annoying to an author than the vulgarization of his work by association with the miserable claptrap of a patent medicine vendor. To a man with any literary sensibility, indeed, it was nothing less than a gross insult.

Mr. Alexander S. Watt, literary agent to Mr. Kipling, proved the pub

lication of 'If' in Mr. Kipling's work, Rewards and Fairies.

Cross-examined with regard to quotations from W. E. Henley, Tennyson, Lowell, and others, with which Mr. Kipling had prefaced tales in a book of short stories, Mr. Watt said that Mr. Kipling probably asked for permission to quote in some cases, if not in all. He was not aware that Mr. Kipling had 'even condescended to quote from Albert Chevalier's "Knocked 'em in the Old Kent-road."

Mr. Douglas Hogg, K.C., for the defendant firm, submitted that quotation was justifiable by way of illustration in order to point a moral or adorn a tale, and that authors themselves were much given to it.

His lordship, giving judgment, said he was not surprised that Mr. Kipling should object to his work being put to this use. In this view, this was not a purpose for which the Copyright Act of 1911 permitted quotation, and even under the old law such use would not have been permissible. An injunction would be granted and 40s. damages.

A Chair of Logic

WHEN the will of the late Dr. Charles Arthur Mercier came before the Probate Division of the London Courts, it was found that he had provided for the setting up of a Professional Chair of Rational Logic and the Scientific method. Dr. Mercier's work, by the way, is well known in the United States.

The document proceeded:

"The better to provide that the teaching shall be of this character, and shall not degenerate into the teaching of rigid formulæ and worn-out superstitions, I make the following conditions:

"The professor is to be chosen for his ability to think and reason and to teach, and not for his acquaintance with books on logic, or with the opinions of logicians or philosophers.

'Acquaintance with the Greek and German tongues is not to be an actual disqualification for the professorship, but, in case the merits of the candidates appear in other respects approximately equal, preference is to be given first:

"To him who knows neither Greek nor German,

'Next, to him who knows Greek, but not German,

'Next, to him who knows German, but not Greek,

'Last of all, to a candidate who knows both Greek and German.

"The professor is not to devote more than one twelfth of his course of instruction to the Logic of Aristotle and the schools, nor more than one twentyfourth to the logic of Hegel and other Germans.

'He is to proceed upon the principle that the only way to acquire an art is by practising it under a competent instructor. Didactic inculcation is useless by itself. He is, therefore, to exercise his pupils in thinking, reasoning, and scientific method as applied to

"The purpose of this foundation is that students may be taught not what Aristotle or someone else thought about reasoning, but how to think clearly and reason correctly, and to form opinions on rational grounds.'

'Epistemology and the rational ground of opinion are to be taught. The students are to be practised in the art of defining, classifying, and the detection of fallacies and inconsistencies.'