hunnterous marital inndenties is an mmmitable
hiln and that contais the marks of his love
ac¬
grotesque, the more so as ihe facts are für¬
forit. It is a pleasure vou cannot measure in
Sallo¬
nislied in a bibelot br Hartieben's wise in
dlollars, but how else can it be measured wien
Sui,
answer to the publication of his letters by one
rich men are rivals for the possession of stich
S0-
of his mistresses. Indeed, this temperamen¬
books. It is not denied that such books have
He
talism scasons rather highly thie whole group
value as illustrating the progress of printing,
(1 a
of writers with which Mr. Pollard deals, with
that sometimes they may clear up points of
Have
the exception, possibly, of Ernst von Wolzo¬
history through some annotation, soine addi¬
rFeas-
gen. An unfriendly eritic might even say that
tion, some elision. But the big prices mean
mple,
it is this outre and bizarre quality in the men
nothing except the desire of rich men to pos¬
on, of
that attracts Mr Pollard more tnan their
sess something that some other rich man has
ot has
poignant simplicittes and their truth to lise.
not, and cannot get. It is not to be understood
Orig¬
There's a strong Bohemian flavorto them all.
that even this desire is to be condemnned.
Iuto¬
A touch of cynicism in their sadness, and of
Nothing of the love of books is to be con¬
and
sadness in their gayety. Most of them are
demned. And if a man happens to be rich
the
of the revolt, to a greater or less extent of
and loves a book, hie will give for it all he can
Bay
intransigeance. They chiefly deligted to shock
afford, just as a poor man would, and often
irch
respectability. They delighted for the most
dloes. Book collecting is a sublime fad, one
#ling
part in dealing with things that are kept in
that brings one into touch with all the glory
free
the background in good society. Few of them
of the world’s best minds. And he’s a poor
and
were not kin to Francois Villon, though some
stick of a bock-lover who wouldn't go to
old
of them have settled down. They declared
extraordinary expense, say, to have a copy of
themselves originally in magazines like the#
Elia that Lamb had scribbled in, or a Burns
the
Island, Simplicissimus, Jugend and Pan. En¬
that Bobby had taken the trouble to go
ind
fants terrible, all of them in one way or an¬
through and fill in the words represented by
nt-
other, but all of them holding their art above
asterisks. It’s no more a sign of wickedness
ble
all things else and protesting ever upon any
to feel this way than to keep a flower or a
WII
limitation thercof. Maximilian Harden, of
lock of hair from some dear dead woman of
ted
Zukuuft was a fomenter of the movement,
one's memories. And Huntington money and
est
though latterly he pursued the paths of po¬
other money like it, is more ostentatious¬
litical reform. Liliencron, Mr. Pollard cites
foolishly spent than in buying rare books—in
for
as the fathiexLof—themall. Next he would
futile charity, for example. Most of the good
ht
place Bierbaum; after him, probably Herman
things in books and in paintings come at last
Bahr-and Schnitzler, with Wedekind a sort of
into the possession of the people, in libraries
sich
mönster all by himself. The work of Wede¬
and museums, where they are of use to stu¬
Sch
kind möstAmerteans cannot understand. lt
dents. Indeed, everything tends to come back,
is horrible in its specializing of truths of so¬
to the people. So that in days to be, mayhe,
nt
cial life the most unpleasant. The things he
able men will see the wrong and the inutility
Ere
deals with mostly belong in tiie medical books,
of taking them awar fromthe people insthe
g
but he treats them with a power as queer as it
Sto first place. So let the bibliophilic billionares
is indisputable. Ludwig Thoma's quality is
ger bid against one another for books in the pro¬
saner. His drama called Moral,“ is an exqui¬
she duction of which their authors starved. It
sitely ironic assault upon respectability, a much
Zen means nothing much as to letters or taste or
more effective thing even than Shaw's Mrs.
anything else, save that the ultra-rich have
I,
Warren's Profession.? It shows up hypocrites
more mioney than any man ever earned. Upon
but it does not make them utterly detestable.
which homily let me superimpose the confes¬
It leaves them human and ridiculous. The
sion that my own mouth watered over some
0,
flavor of the graceful wickedness of the Vien¬
of those items of the Hoe catalogue and, if I
st
nese, Schnitzler, is something rather beyond
had thmoney, I'd have given as much for
nd
us 100. The viciousness is lightsome; it is
themyas the next fellow and maybe a little
decorated with laughter; it is the irresponsible
mng#. This is rotten economic ethics, of
St
wickedness of youth; it is the tragicomedyrof
nd irse, but there you are.
light-loves and careless lovers. I should say
that no Frenchman ever made vice more at¬
Masks and Minstrels of Germany
tractive than does Schnitzler. You zan hard¬
GERMAN-AMERICANs will be particularly
ly read about him otherwise than to the#
interested in Percival Pollard’s new book,
ie
rhythmns of that other Viennese productThe#
Masks and Minstrels of New Germany.“ It
Merry Widow.“] Freiherr von Wolzogen äp¬
is a volume of expository criticism in the best
1.
pears to be aböut the most conventional of
forthright style of the most forthright literary
the lot, but there were days and nights when
critic of the United States. It deals with the
hie went gipsying with the others, wiren he too
Uberbrettl'?’ movemnent in Germany, the
was a trouvere, a minnesinger of the music
lyric impulse in letters that had its first man¬
halls. With all these personalities and their
ifestation in a movement to give literary qual¬
product in German letters, Mr. Pollard deals
ity to the music and the drama of the music
in a manner one might almost characterize as
halls. This movement was an adaptation of
excessively sympathetic. I should say, and I
the literary school which manifested itself in
am no puritan, that most of the work is too
the Montmartre cafes in Paris, of which, prob¬
woung, if anything. It is literature that con¬
ably, Paul Verlaine was the finest flower. Of
cerns itself with what is too transitory—the
course, there never was a lack of lyric impulse
Bohemian joy of life. The life it deals with
in the land of Goethe, Schiller, Heine and
mav be true, but it is none the less exotic and
Lenau, but this new Iyric impulse had for
inclined to exalt the erotic over all things else.
its main purpose the intimate relating of the
Mr. Pollard finds most of it disclosing the in¬
forms of literary art to the life of the time.
Unence of Nietzsche—the dinovsiac side of
So Mr. Pollard tells us all about it, buoyant¬
him, I suppose, but surely Nietzsche’s protest
Iv. even boyishly, lyrically, enthusiastically.
against“our slave morality“’ goes deeper than
Here are studies of Lilieneron, Otto Julius
this glorification of “wild oats“ and it has a
Bierbaum, Otto Erich—Hartleben:Frank
higher meaning than the morbidities of Wede¬
Wedekind, von Wolzogeng“ Herman Bahr.
kind. Not even George Sylvester Viereck,
Stephan Georger Arthur Schnitzler
in his “Confessions of a Barbarian,' is more
others too ummerzts to mention.? Theschap¬
enamored of the ego and the phallus as liter¬
#ter on Hartleben'kone of the most-curions¬
arr svmbols than is Mr. Pollard. In fact.
lv amusing pieces of Diographever written.
The story of his infantile dependence upon Nr. Pollard’s appreciation is more aesthetic,
S
hiln and that contais the marks of his love
ac¬
grotesque, the more so as ihe facts are für¬
forit. It is a pleasure vou cannot measure in
Sallo¬
nislied in a bibelot br Hartieben's wise in
dlollars, but how else can it be measured wien
Sui,
answer to the publication of his letters by one
rich men are rivals for the possession of stich
S0-
of his mistresses. Indeed, this temperamen¬
books. It is not denied that such books have
He
talism scasons rather highly thie whole group
value as illustrating the progress of printing,
(1 a
of writers with which Mr. Pollard deals, with
that sometimes they may clear up points of
Have
the exception, possibly, of Ernst von Wolzo¬
history through some annotation, soine addi¬
rFeas-
gen. An unfriendly eritic might even say that
tion, some elision. But the big prices mean
mple,
it is this outre and bizarre quality in the men
nothing except the desire of rich men to pos¬
on, of
that attracts Mr Pollard more tnan their
sess something that some other rich man has
ot has
poignant simplicittes and their truth to lise.
not, and cannot get. It is not to be understood
Orig¬
There's a strong Bohemian flavorto them all.
that even this desire is to be condemnned.
Iuto¬
A touch of cynicism in their sadness, and of
Nothing of the love of books is to be con¬
and
sadness in their gayety. Most of them are
demned. And if a man happens to be rich
the
of the revolt, to a greater or less extent of
and loves a book, hie will give for it all he can
Bay
intransigeance. They chiefly deligted to shock
afford, just as a poor man would, and often
irch
respectability. They delighted for the most
dloes. Book collecting is a sublime fad, one
#ling
part in dealing with things that are kept in
that brings one into touch with all the glory
free
the background in good society. Few of them
of the world’s best minds. And he’s a poor
and
were not kin to Francois Villon, though some
stick of a bock-lover who wouldn't go to
old
of them have settled down. They declared
extraordinary expense, say, to have a copy of
themselves originally in magazines like the#
Elia that Lamb had scribbled in, or a Burns
the
Island, Simplicissimus, Jugend and Pan. En¬
that Bobby had taken the trouble to go
ind
fants terrible, all of them in one way or an¬
through and fill in the words represented by
nt-
other, but all of them holding their art above
asterisks. It’s no more a sign of wickedness
ble
all things else and protesting ever upon any
to feel this way than to keep a flower or a
WII
limitation thercof. Maximilian Harden, of
lock of hair from some dear dead woman of
ted
Zukuuft was a fomenter of the movement,
one's memories. And Huntington money and
est
though latterly he pursued the paths of po¬
other money like it, is more ostentatious¬
litical reform. Liliencron, Mr. Pollard cites
foolishly spent than in buying rare books—in
for
as the fathiexLof—themall. Next he would
futile charity, for example. Most of the good
ht
place Bierbaum; after him, probably Herman
things in books and in paintings come at last
Bahr-and Schnitzler, with Wedekind a sort of
into the possession of the people, in libraries
sich
mönster all by himself. The work of Wede¬
and museums, where they are of use to stu¬
Sch
kind möstAmerteans cannot understand. lt
dents. Indeed, everything tends to come back,
is horrible in its specializing of truths of so¬
to the people. So that in days to be, mayhe,
nt
cial life the most unpleasant. The things he
able men will see the wrong and the inutility
Ere
deals with mostly belong in tiie medical books,
of taking them awar fromthe people insthe
g
but he treats them with a power as queer as it
Sto first place. So let the bibliophilic billionares
is indisputable. Ludwig Thoma's quality is
ger bid against one another for books in the pro¬
saner. His drama called Moral,“ is an exqui¬
she duction of which their authors starved. It
sitely ironic assault upon respectability, a much
Zen means nothing much as to letters or taste or
more effective thing even than Shaw's Mrs.
anything else, save that the ultra-rich have
I,
Warren's Profession.? It shows up hypocrites
more mioney than any man ever earned. Upon
but it does not make them utterly detestable.
which homily let me superimpose the confes¬
It leaves them human and ridiculous. The
sion that my own mouth watered over some
0,
flavor of the graceful wickedness of the Vien¬
of those items of the Hoe catalogue and, if I
st
nese, Schnitzler, is something rather beyond
had thmoney, I'd have given as much for
nd
us 100. The viciousness is lightsome; it is
themyas the next fellow and maybe a little
decorated with laughter; it is the irresponsible
mng#. This is rotten economic ethics, of
St
wickedness of youth; it is the tragicomedyrof
nd irse, but there you are.
light-loves and careless lovers. I should say
that no Frenchman ever made vice more at¬
Masks and Minstrels of Germany
tractive than does Schnitzler. You zan hard¬
GERMAN-AMERICANs will be particularly
ly read about him otherwise than to the#
interested in Percival Pollard’s new book,
ie
rhythmns of that other Viennese productThe#
Masks and Minstrels of New Germany.“ It
Merry Widow.“] Freiherr von Wolzogen äp¬
is a volume of expository criticism in the best
1.
pears to be aböut the most conventional of
forthright style of the most forthright literary
the lot, but there were days and nights when
critic of the United States. It deals with the
hie went gipsying with the others, wiren he too
Uberbrettl'?’ movemnent in Germany, the
was a trouvere, a minnesinger of the music
lyric impulse in letters that had its first man¬
halls. With all these personalities and their
ifestation in a movement to give literary qual¬
product in German letters, Mr. Pollard deals
ity to the music and the drama of the music
in a manner one might almost characterize as
halls. This movement was an adaptation of
excessively sympathetic. I should say, and I
the literary school which manifested itself in
am no puritan, that most of the work is too
the Montmartre cafes in Paris, of which, prob¬
woung, if anything. It is literature that con¬
ably, Paul Verlaine was the finest flower. Of
cerns itself with what is too transitory—the
course, there never was a lack of lyric impulse
Bohemian joy of life. The life it deals with
in the land of Goethe, Schiller, Heine and
mav be true, but it is none the less exotic and
Lenau, but this new Iyric impulse had for
inclined to exalt the erotic over all things else.
its main purpose the intimate relating of the
Mr. Pollard finds most of it disclosing the in¬
forms of literary art to the life of the time.
Unence of Nietzsche—the dinovsiac side of
So Mr. Pollard tells us all about it, buoyant¬
him, I suppose, but surely Nietzsche’s protest
Iv. even boyishly, lyrically, enthusiastically.
against“our slave morality“’ goes deeper than
Here are studies of Lilieneron, Otto Julius
this glorification of “wild oats“ and it has a
Bierbaum, Otto Erich—Hartleben:Frank
higher meaning than the morbidities of Wede¬
Wedekind, von Wolzogeng“ Herman Bahr.
kind. Not even George Sylvester Viereck,
Stephan Georger Arthur Schnitzler
in his “Confessions of a Barbarian,' is more
others too ummerzts to mention.? Theschap¬
enamored of the ego and the phallus as liter¬
#ter on Hartleben'kone of the most-curions¬
arr svmbols than is Mr. Pollard. In fact.
lv amusing pieces of Diographever written.
The story of his infantile dependence upon Nr. Pollard’s appreciation is more aesthetic,
S