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Y If R I 'lx A S HAROLD BELL WRIGHTS EYES OF THE WORLD Should some one chance to ask me whether or not I enjoyed reading The Eyes of the YVorld, I would, without much hesitancy, answer affirmatively. Pursuing the subject further, however, I would include my disapproval of some phases of the book and my deductive interpretation of its characters. It is a partially sensational story of a young artist striving to acquire fame through the influence of society leaders and critics, instead of exercising, his natural discrimination as a true artist by painting as he, himself, saw the subject-and not as it stood in the eyes of the world. Through the kindly derision and open cynicism of the girl violinist, he is finally brought to realize the value of worthy genius. Several characters and incidents are introduced to embel- lish the main plot, making it more typical of the modern novel. Nlrs. Taine, the false goddess of modern art, figures prominently among these inserted characters as a woman undeservedly influential in art circles---a person doubly debasing because of her too strict attention to conventionalities and her lax concern for moralities. To my mind she represents the type of the literature written today inasmuch as her belief in conceal only to reveal is concerned. It has become quite an accomplishment for authors to drape a most loose and flimsy plot with the finest curtains of attempted masquerade. Thus to me it seems most fitting to personify VVright's Mrs. Taine as the embodiment of our literary standards today. Aaron King, the struggling artist, is the only character worth reviewing throughout the whole story. He is rather fictional in some of his traits, but so admirably deter- mined in his resolution to seek fame and so human in his desire to meet the 'fright kind of people and in his endeavor to disprove false standards of genius, that he is justly redeemed. Beautiful Sibyl Andres seems to be entirely beyond average-almost ethereal in her passion for nature. She, like most of our hopes and dreams, belongs to at world of roses. Conrad Laflrange is rather a cynic than a good author-a king of the mountain revelers, I should say. Harold llell VVright, in this novel, has set forth the rather vague notion that if a thing appears worth-while in the eyes of the world, it is, in reality most worthless. This radical view of genius contradicts our acceptance of Shakespeare the poet, Beethoven the musician, and Raphael the artist, as true geniuses and master interpreters of their own particular phase of art. In my opinion Eyes of the YVorld overemphasizes Nature as a curative and redeeming agency to the ills of human-kind. An appreciation of Nature is most noble and fine when prompted by a proper spirit of love and awe for our Creator. There are many excellent passages in the book revealing the author's familiarity with nature and his understanding of its grandeurg yet it is evident he has missed nature's greatest claim to value. In conclusion, let me say, I would recommend this novel as good matter for enter- tainment, but not as a source of any real challenge to intellect or for any appeal to the higher emotions. +Mll.l5Rl?D RONAN, '26. 1926 Page Thirty-jfv
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Page Thirty-six .. , .'3g, BOTTLE LE'I 1'ERS if N Clleprinted from the Student-written Number of the Scholastic, LETTER NO. I 500 Ft. Above Sea Level. To Any Fellow-Firefiy VVho lNIay Come Upon This lVIissive: I am at the top of Stony Cliff which rises at the edge of the huckleberry forest. l am held captive by a family of shalligars-huge birds with horny, hooked beaks, great wide wings, and talons like the steel points of a pitchfork. I will explain my situation so that anyone with even a wee soft spot in his heart will pity and help me in this my hour of despair. One evening about two weeks ago, as I was flying about humming the Anvil Chorus and shedding my cheery sparks in all directions, I spied, first two and then four great moon-like orbs staring out of the darkness at me. I was almost liquified with fear and fell senseless to the earth. I awoke later to find myself chained with a huge horse-hair to the end of a straw which was part of the nest of the shalligars of the moony eyes. They keep me here to furnish light when the mother or father shalligar must get up in the night to End food foratheir ever hungry baby shalligars, or when the father must pace the nest with a howling young one. I will give a few directions for my rescue which can be carried out with facility. The shalligars sleep best between the hours of eight and ten. Bring with you a cut-worm, and wait for about half an hour after the Pipsisewah roars, for the family takes this as a signal for retiring. Approach silently, IVIrs. Shalligar is a light sleeper, and have the cut-worm eat away the hair which bindsme about the wings and body. I write this by the light of myself with my right antenna dipped in my copious tears made blue by the sky which hangs so near to me, upon a dried blade of grass which the wind wafted my way. I will enclose it in the next raindrop which falls near me and then trust to the love of 1ny brother and sister fireflies to rescue me from this awful slavery which is worse than death. FRANKIE FIRE-FLY. ik 952 LETTER NO. 2 Huckleberry Forest. Dear Frankie Fire-Fly: Your letter fell into good hands. In fact, I am your forty-second cousin on your father's side and thirty-fourth on your mother's. Thus you see that one so closely connected with the family could not fail to assist one of its members who is in such dire trouble. I have set the second night after you receive this letter as the time for your rescue. Here are the details: On the night appointed at the time set, namely, about half an hour after the Pipsisewah roars, you must keep awake and at intervals of two or three minutes light yourself for about two seconds. This will show us your exact where- abouts, and it must also be a signal that the shalligars are asleep and that the time is ripe for work. I have enlisted the services of that excellent bird, the calaril, to carry us to and from the cliff, also to bring this letter to you. He has been almost entirely cured of eating firefiies by swallowing a red-hot one and suffering such internal burns that he has not attempted it since. You had better keep glowing while he is U a i .1 if fi
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