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White-bearded, elegant Laurence Housman, 72, a younger brother of the late Great Poet A. E. Housman (A Shropshire Lad), holds the distinction of being England's most censored playwright. Beginning in 1902, when his Bethlehem was suppressed, he has seen 32 of his plays banned by English censorship, Victoria Regina among them. Like that play, his others have come under the censor's ban not because of any raciness or hurtful satire, but merely because of a technicality which prevents public performance of plays portraying his favorite subjects: living royalty and the "holy family...
...Europe 725 years ago, children disappeared wholesale from their homes. Peasants in their fields stood and stared at a strange sight. Strung out for miles 20,000 youngsters traipsed along the cart tracks of Germany following a lad named Nicolas. In France other thousands, laughing, playing, singing hymns, made their way southward behind a lad named Stephen. The children, attacked by the same urge which had already seized their elders, were going forth to reconquer the Holy Land for Christianity. Like their elders few of them ever returned. Where the army of German children went no man ever knew...
...Arundel, but like them is based on preRevolutionary U. S. history. Narrator of the tale is one Langdon Towne, whose great ambition is to be an artist and paint pictures of Indians. But the real hero is Major Robert Rogers of Rogers' Rangers. Langdon was a bright lad and did so well at school that his family scraped together enough money to send him to Harvard College. A rum party in his room brought his brief career there to a close; his disappointed father put him to work on his grandfather's farm near Portsmouth. Once more drink...
Chatting cheerfully, they looked down on busy traffic and Harvard Square's varied humanity from their mohair perches. Especially amusing to them as they rolled peacefully along was a blond Harvard lad, tennis racquet under his arm and, mercy, clad in shorts...
Burton Rascoe has always been a bright boy. As an urchin in Kentucky, a lad in Oklahoma, a stripling in Chicago, a young man in Manhattan he showed the same kind of promise as the Napoleonic private with a marshal's baton in his knapsack. On the U. S. literary front of 15 years ago, if they wanted a man to encourage the van or to harass the foe from the rear, Burton Rascoe was just the man. This week, when he published his long-promised reminiscences, he was no longer even a front-line sentinel. The tide...