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Show THE CITIZEN ..mi.M.iiiiiniiiiinniimmmiiiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiminniiimnnnmiiiiminiiniiiHinnMmnuMMminiMui-iimiMiMMmnHMHiui- i B At the Old Clook THE HOME AND THE WORLD. By Tagore. New York: The Macmillan Company. , intelligence that no one has ever ticed, and eventually they emerge vic- torious. by Rabindranath Tagore A NOVEL is a literary event, but it is MANAGEMENT AND MEN. By Meyer Bloomfield. New York: The Cen tury Company. ex- tremely doubtful whether the reputation of the distinguished poet will be enhanced by this work. His new novel is his first to be translated into English. It is too much like our own, and we are inclined to wonder if its author consciously or unconsciously adopted a western pattern and adapted it to an Indian background. There are three chief characters and they constitute the familiar triangle. Nik-h- il is a man of substance and also a man of heart and intelligence. His-wifBimala, is pretty and weak, well educated and determined to live her The third point in own life. the triangle is Sandip, demagogue, agitator, and rogue. Sandip argues that money can not be taken with us this life and when we depart can not be said to belong to us. Therefore it may be taken freely by patriots and used for what he calls patriotic purposes. Bimala naturally falls victim to Sandip. He plays subtly upon her vanities and easily persuades her that she is Sliakti the embodiment of universal joy. Here in the west we do not make' love to our neighbor's wives in quite that way, but the result is similar. Nikhil, the husband, may be said to represent Tagore himself. An ardent patriot, he yet hesitates to go to e, the extreme of revolution and is therefore reviled by both sides. The story is a notable one for its and exquisite delineations picture of Indian life. It is disappointing that Tagore could not have broken with the western tradition and given us something delightfully new in plots. subtle IN TROPIC RAIN. SECRET. By Robert W. Chambers. New York: 'George H. Doran Company. W. Chambers has writ- MR.tenRobert another of his spirited war stories. Kay McKay, while traveling in Switzerland, has accidentally discovered that the Germans are making a secret tunnel into France. He is caught and Interned In Germany in order to prevent him from disclosing his knowledge, and he is not only in the usual ways, but his captors see to it that he shall become a dipsomaniac. Then McKay escapes to America, is befriended by a most beauteous lary in the secret service, redeemed from alcohol by the waving of a magic wand, and the couple start off for France and Switzerland in order to rediscover the tunnel and save the world. Of course they meet with incredible adventures Incredible matching their quite wits against a superhuman German ill-treat- ed Corner As the Bingle pang of the blow, when the metal is mingled well, Rings and lives and resounds in all the bounds of the bell, So the thunder above spoke with a single tongue, So in the heart of the mountain the sound of it rumbled and clung. & Sudden the thunder was drowned quenched was the levin light of rain laughed And the angel-spirout loud in the night. Loud as the maddened rivers in the cloven glen, Angel of rain you laughed and leaped on the roofs of men; it the many new books on AMONG and the war comes this large volume by Meyer Bloomfield devoted to the revolution that has already been accomplished in Great Britain. Mr. Bloomfield is an American, and a recognized authority on He was American labor problems. sent to England last year in order to study the existing situation there, and this substantial volume is the result. Internationalism had laid its strong hand upon British labor before the war and it threatened to undermine their loyalties, as indeed was the case in all countries. The danger passed away, at least so far as the great emergencies of war were concerned. But it is by no means dead, and even shows signs of revival. Only sympathetic and intelligent policies can meet the danger, but those policies must be comprehending and sincere. Labor in Great Britain does not intend to be the subordinate, partner. There must be no more of the management that looks upon human service as a commodity to be extracted as power is extracted from a ton of coal. Labor declines to be bitted and spurred, or to accept the dictum of the employer as to the rightful division of profits. Wages will depend on agreements entered into with all cards upon the table, without arbitrariness and upon terms of equality. The danger of revolution, says Mr. Bloomfield, is not negligible. No system is exempt from assault. The revolutionary spirit is abroad and only a wise statesmanship can avert it. None the less the author seems to think that the danger is not so great as it was. We are given an example of the power of organized labor. A labor demonstration at the Albert Hall was forbidden by the trustees of the hall on the ground that no revolutionary sentiments would be encouraged. The government refused to interfere, and at once the electric light was cut off while a big concert was in progress. All trains passed the Albert Hall station without stopping, and no omnibus or taxicab would set down passengers anywhere within a mile of the hall. Then the government ordered the trustees to carry out their contract and two demonstrations were held instead of one. No one, says the author, was blind to the significance of such an incident. The report itself occupies about a third of the volume, the remainder being devoted to voluminous and valuable appendices on the housing problem, wages, women workers, the condition of various industries, and the proceedings of labor organizations. k And the sleepers sprang in their beds, and joyed and feared as you fell. You struck, and my cabin quailed; the roof of it roared like a bell. You spoke, and at once the mountain shouted and shook with brooks You ceased, and the day returned, rosy, with virgin looks. And methought that beauty and terror are. only one, not two; And the world has room for love, and death, and thunder, and dew, And all the sinews of hell slumber in summer air; And the face of God is a rock, but the face of the rock is fair. Beneficent streams of tears flow at the finger of pain; And out of the cloud that smites, beneficent rivers of rain. Robert Louis Stevenson. . uiiiiiiMiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimmiiiiiiiiumiiii Now that the whole country has gone dry, why not every- body make a pilgrimage to our King Coal Mine. Western Fuel Company 1 I C. H. FISCHER, Manager Phones: Was. 135 South Main St. 2667-266- 8 SmiiiiiiiiimiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimmmiimiiiiiimiiiiiiiH i E |