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FALLING STAR-Vicki Baum-Double-day, Doran ($2). This translation of Hollywood into terms of romance should please many a reader, including even Hollywoodland sprites. German Authoress Baum has enough gusto to invest even tinselly happenings with glamour, though her sugary Teutonic melodrama should be taken with a heaping teaspoonful of salt. Donka Morescu, who had been a star of the silent cinema, was just staging a last comeback. Her beauty was at its fullest bloom, her ambition straining at the traces. Donka was happy. Her lover was Oliver Dent, Hollywood's greatest star, at the peak...
...with trying to tidy up one sty, has gone a-raking into other people's barnyards. Her Mother India, a sensational account of conditions among women in India, still rankles in many a Hindu breast. Isles of Fear, a survey of the Philippines, annoyed Filipino patriots. This time Authoress Mayo, with sleeves rolled up and muck rake firmly in hand, has waded into the U. S. soldier-pension mess. Statistics and indignation darken her pages like pitch forked dung. By the time she has finished turning over her unsavory material its odor is strong enough to make even...
...Authoress Mayo was fond of the A. E. F., still is. "In eight months spent Overseas in the company of our private soldiers, not once did I hear from an American doughboy a phrase coarse in spirit, or an oath." She thinks the boys came home bursting with patriotism, eager to continue serving their country. Since understanding, idealistic leadership was lacking, the returned crusaders disintegrated into citizens no better than stay-at-homes. Distressed that the A. E. F. should have degenerated into the American Legion and the Bonus Army, Authoress Mayo sought the answer in the pension system, investigated...
...Authoress Mayo charges that the real "forgotten man" in the U. S. pension muck is the actually disabled veteran who is often too self-respecting to join the scramble for aid. Pointing indignantly to European pension systems, Authoress Mayo asks: "Did they, too, profane the name of their War-disabled, using it as a mask for racketeers? Did they, too, bestow the title of 'veteran' on men who saw no service beyond a training camp or a draft board office? Did they class with battle casualties persons kicked by a mule or frightened by a tree-toad...
From their grimy Midland factory towns, the late Enoch Arnold Bennett and David Herbert Lawrence went on to bigger and brighter themes. Now Authoress Phyllis Bentley, whose background is the textile industry of Yorkshire's West Riding, has taken up the smoky torch. The scene she dimly illuminates is industrial, but its appealingly human inhabitants move in solid outline against the drab shadow of mills...