Says ToDay of "Supers asd Supermen,"' by Philip Guedalla: Not for many a day have we had so much gepnine, but infinitely sly, satire served up in one book-meal. Mr. Guedalla ranges over many fields of personality, enjoying himself mightily, and conveying that joy bountifully to his readers. He is a literary big and little game hunter and his own taxidermist. He stuffs his own specimens. The bag is various. Anything is sport from—pig-sticking to lion-hunting. Among his trophies are diversified specimens such as Louis Philippe and Wilfrid Blunt. Disraeli and Lady Hamilton, Kitchener, and Treitschke. The book is good historical comment and good fun as well, Mr. Guedalla is deft with the acid test.
Heavine tHe Literary Brick.
A lady in one of Mr. Henry Arthur Jones's comedies advises a friend always "to bash away at the minxes,'" and I confess to a certain joy in what may be called literary bashings. Throwing stones isa more amusing game to watch than throwing bouquets—but the throwing must be done with an alr.
Mr. H. G: Wells is always a good "basher." In The New Teaching of History (Cassell, i/-), a reply to certain critics of his ''Outline of History, Mr. Wells says of Mr. Hilaire Belloc Mr. Belloc is a journalist and writer of books, some novels on public questions, and a university graduate of respectability rather than distinction—I believe in Modern Histgry. He is a younger man than myself, and by that measure less experienced in life and affairs. But for seme—unfathomable reason he writes as if he were a monstrously wise old historian and I were a bright little boy who had gone to the wrong authorities instead of coming to him before I wrote my little essay. He is lucky not to ha this attitude towards me_thirt; ago, because then I should have put him across my knees and established a. truer relationship in the simple way boys have.
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