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...modern Bobbie Burns. Others just laughed at his unconscious, bull-tongued humor. Last week Poet Stuart made the scoffers scratch their heads over a book of stones that were partly funny, partly serious, in the main tantalizingly good. These tales of Kentucky farmers were written in racy Kentucky dialect, with a wild-eyed, straightforward outrageousness that reminded readers more than once of Erskine Caldwell, at times of the ingenuous slyness of Chekhov. Readers who liked to laugh with a clear conscience, however, were still puzzled by Author Stuart's refusal to make the most of his Munchausenish humor...
...thrown on her own resources by an invalid husband. Fear of the poorhouse produced a nervous breakdown, to recover from which friends sent her to balmy Bay St. Louis, Miss. There Mrs. Gilmer met Mrs. Eliza Poitevent Nicholson, owner of the Picayune, to whom she showed a dialect piece called How Chloe Saved the Silver. It so impressed Mrs. Nicholson that she bought it for $3, told Editor Burbank to hire the author...
TIME failed to characterize the rhyming of "joining" and "returning" as Brooklynese because to do so would be incorrect. Any Brooklynite who pronounces "joining"' as "jerning," must of necessity pronounce "returning" as "retoining." In no dialect that TIME can discover would that particular couplet of Gloomy Sunday rhyme...
...written a thriller. But even Ford fans will not compare Vive Le Roy with Author Ford's War novels. Still a first-rate gossip at 62, some of his transatlantic tricks of speech are growing on him. Author Ford has never perfectly assimilated the U. S. dialect of his mother tongue, but he goes at it as bravely as ever...
...sacrificed his art or his pleasure on the altars of fame and true greatness. He has no pretensions. He does not attempt to explain life or to escape it, he presents it as he sees it, with a quiet grace and charm that is always captivating. The Negro dialect is presented echoicly without the slightest attempt at humor. The work is a lyrical pastoral, delicately beautiful. One must struggle to speak prosaicly of it when inevitably there is a rhapsody on the tip of one's tongue...