Reviewer Finds Monthly Pleasing

The same thing must be said of the first Monthly that was said of the first Advocate: it is a mistake that no mention is made of international affairs. The solitary editorial, a just enough attack on Advice to Freshmen, does not fill the bill. We are not so blindly self-conscious as would appear--but how is anyone to know it? The reviews perforce are broader.

Mr. Dos Passos presents us with two stories, a slam at the proverbial American abroad, not at all pleasant, and the history of a school boy's study hour. The latter pleases better, partly because it contains more of the author's delightful description, partly because of the ephemeral subject, which suits him.

The poem by Mr. Bates is the expression of a haunting mood of man and of nature, and is beautifully rendered.

"Concerning Pillows" by Mr. Paulding is a delicious meandering of the pen. He has caught the spirit of the south, of Rome, and of the Romans in his "Out of Livy."

Mr. Mitchell in his "Lazarus" seems to be largely influenced by Wilde.

The psychological study by Mr. Morse reminds us by its hard realism of parts of Arnold Bennett. As with him, we want to know why it was written.

"Remembrance" imbues us with Mr. Hillyer's admirably expressed Iyric spirit of happiness.

Mr. Watson in "The New Petruchio" tells us the most absurd of yarns in the most charming manner--so that what we too want to know is: "Will it Last?"

The poem "The Yards at Dawn," by Mr. Nelson, presents a characteristic sketch of Cambridge, the Cambridge we curse near by and yearn for from a distance: the Cambridge swathed in river mists.