nit possible tat, norge piece us cee public (or that fraction of it "lo Mindat a pata may Ste "America the Menace" seriously?
For this tiresome tour of a certain Frenchman through the United States lacks the dexterous touch that made another recent comment tary on the lives and activities in the land of the Pilgrim's pride diverting—and telling—"Juan in M. Duhamel, who is undeniably flattering in the emphasis on the Great Dany faces to-day, Amerieanisation, plods Aaboricusly through the land, painstakingly recording his every sensa-
Parently, is as bad as the other), to the "unspeakable bitterness" of the final discovery, of inability to "love what 1 saw By way of good meastire, a columnist of international reputation (the indication, obviously, is toward a William Randolph Hearst hireling) suffers a delusion—of blindness after consuming bootleg liquor statesman, a pretty Woman acts as chauffeur' while her plutocratic, and presumably obese husband "with a set jaw scribbled figures on the back of an envelop. Heinous! In addition, the driver way charming woman with manicured nails and beautiful legs" (after all, why not?) "who smoked a cigarette while travelling between fifty and sixty miles an hour."
On the subject of the Chicago stock-yards—the chapter, characteristically, is titled "The Kingdom "of Death"—M,—Duhamel should be reminded that one Mr. Upton Sinclair did rather" well with the same subject several years ago. Though in "The Jungle" the author had no such high-minded object as saving the Old World, his modest aim was better conditions for the workers. Which achieved "America the Menace" might have proved a useful satire, skilfully handled, Instead it is' tedious and unconvincing, But perhaps M. Duhamel is fooling, after all. Tt seems the kindest conclusion—v.a,
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