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Smith's mind, in face of these facts and the inevitable inferences, is set forth in a single sentence:

"Nothing short of a decisive defeat of Germany will secure the existence and development of the society of free nations. So often as this is imperiled by the ambition of a single Power, there must be a general war; and every such war must be fought to a finish."

This volume and the works of Chéradame, James M. Beck, and James Brown Scott are among the most essential, convincing, and important books we have had on the origin of the war. None can read Professor Smith's with an open mind and hold Germany other than the great sinner among nations. But, apart from this, the book is a ripe fruit of scholarship. The author's mind is infused with knowledge of European history, political, military, and international, to which are joined a felicity of style and grasp of essentials in elucidation and analysis that will charm and convince other minds acute and well enough equipped to follow him into regions which he makes fascinating to readers of the highly intellectual sort. All of which is another way of saying the Professor of Roman Law and Comparative Jurisprudence at Columbia has not written a book for the man in the street.


Jastrow, Jr., Morris. The War and the Coming
Peace. The Moral Issue. Pp. 144. Philadelphia and
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Writing in 1881 about "The World at War," Georg Brandes declared that the love of liberty was to be found in Germany "only among men of the generation which, within ten years, will have disappeared." And then he prophesied:

"When that time comes, Germany will be alone, isolated, hated by neighboring countries; a stronghold of conservatism in the center of Europe. Around it, in Italy, in France, in Russia, in the north, there will rise a generation imbued with international ideas and eager to carry them out in life. But Germany will lie there, old and halfstifled in her coat of mail, armed to the teeth and protected by all the weapons of murder and defense which science can invent. And there will come great struggles and greater wars."


It was a remarkable prophecy. fessor Jastrow makes it the motto of this book; and the book, he says, was written "to show that the essential issue involved in this war is not political nor economic, but moral." This issue he defines as "the recognition on the part of the world that an attempt to carry out national policies through the appeal to force, or even by the threat of force, is a cardinal sin against the moral conscience of mankind." In other phrase, he says that this war is "a struggle of the civilized world against the systematic plan" of the German Government to oppose the currents of the age by the exhibition of force." Two thoughtful essays make up the two sections of an unusual volume"The War as a Moral Issue" and "The Problem of Peace." They complement each other. Their spirit is revealed in this quotation from the first essay:

"We are witnessing a great movement. and a movement that needs to be interpreted by a worthy motive. Is it patriotBack of ism? Yes, but not that alone. patriotism-perhaps unconscious to many -is the feeling of the higher cause involved

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When he comes to consider the peace problem, Professor Jastrow declares that "There is no half-way victory in the case of a moral issue"; that "it must be carried on to a complete triumph"; and one of the fundamental conditions to such a victory is that "never again shall it be left in the hands of a few, in any country, to bring on a war or to dictate the terms of peace.' His idea is that "a peace treaty should never contain the seeds of another war." Another of his conclusions is that "There can be no lasting peace if at the end of the war Germany still maintains its present system." In his opinion a new political education of the people of Germany must come about," and such "new education will represent the triumph of the moral issue."


Adam, Jullette. The Schemes of the Kalser. From the French, by J. O. P. Bland. Pp. 216. New York: E. P. Dutton & Co. 1918. $1.50 net. Postage, 12 cents.

Perhaps the most distinguished female figure in contemporary French history is Madame Adam. She founded La Nouvelle Revue, and for more than a generation, through its columns and otherwise, she has been the boldest enemy of Germanism; during all his reign she has denounced the German Emperor in terms bitterly unsparing. And here comes a volume made up from her articles in the paper named, which would be too much like "ancient history" if not so remarkably in proof of her prophetic power. The articles bear dates running all the way from April 12, 1890, to August 9, 1899; and they refer to Wilhelm II. in terms varying from "an all-pervading nuisance" to "an eccentric freak," "a Machiavelli and a Mephistopheles combined." How truly prophetic Madame Adam was as early as 1897, these words, written in December of that year, make plain:

"Germanism, which up till 1870 had a certain sense of decent restraint, and took the trouble to disguise itself skilfully under Bismarck, no longer knows either limitations or scruples. Everything

is a matter of exclusive right for the German. There are no other rights but German rights, and when Germany claims the exercise of a right, neither numbers, nor nationalism, races have any existence, confronted by the individuality, the nationalism, of the German race."


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Vivid and thrilling pictures of events and experiences in the daily life of the author as she pursued her daily investigations in France, visiting the villages which were under fire and describing their deShe termined efforts at reclamation. writes of Nancy, Reims, Paris, and Verdun, relating stories which reveal the indomitable character of the French soldier, "the man in horizon blue," and which cast a bright light on details of war-life not often mentioned in our daily news. The title was suggested by a French soldier's enthusiastic cry: "We all burn for France, any one who loves her, is for her a tongue of flame- Vive, Vive la France!" Mrs. Warren's style is unusually brilliant and inspiring, her descriptions so realistic as to make one visualize the scenes of terror, sorrow, or pathos, touching each with the tender hand of sympathy, and able to see the bits of humor that crop out even in scenes of compelling tragedy. Perhaps that which

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impresses us most is her portrayal of the grimness and determination of the French soldier "The eyes of the French wounded may be infinitely weary or dulled with pain, but in their depths is always a glint of spiritual light." Deeds of self-sacrifice, tragedy, loyalty, patience, and patriotism are described with graphic power, tribute paid to all who have achieved in any way, and truths set down with sorrow, indignation, and regret, but never with hatred nor hysterical exaggeration. It is a sweet, sad story of war's terrors, inspirations, and probable results.


Hough, Emerson. The Way Out. Pp. 313. New York: D. Appleton & Co. $1.50. Postage, 12


This is a romance of the Cumberlands of Kentucky, in the mountains where feuds thrive, ignorance reigns, and a "fine race has gone to seed." Mr. Hough pictures the Kentucky mountaineers with power. He makes vivid their shut-offness, their consequent stunted growth in mentality and morals. His portrayal of the hero, David Joslin, is very satisfactory. When David revolts against the constant killing, intermarrying, poverty, and ignorance, and goes "outside" to get an education, the author seems less sincere and convincing. Thrilling and dramatic scenes lead up to David's departure. Then come events out in the world when David meets Jim Haddon, owner of vast mountain interests, his wife Marcia, and Polly Pendleton, the pretty little actress. David's part in the regeneration of the mountaineers and his building of the college on the hill, after placating his lifelong enemies, seems natural and simple, as Mr. Hough relates it, but he exaggerates his "sin" and suffers unduly. Jim Haddon's tragic death and natural events clear the path for Marcia Haddon's awakening. When David finds his way out" by the call of the Government for soldiers, he leaves Marcia determined to use her wealth and strength in helping the men and women of the picturesque Cumberlands, looking forward hopefully to the life that is to dawn on David's return.


Bianchi, Martha Gilbert Dickinson. The Point of View. Pp. 330. New York: Duffield & Co. $1.50. Postage, 14 cents.

This book gives us many points of view but never the point of view of the author. It never satisfies the curiosity of the reader as to why it was written. Two people, Sapphira Myles Dangler and Mark Jayne, are the principal characters, but, tho they talk much and discuss every subject possible and impossible, they are indefinite. They impress us as neither vital nor particularly interesting. The author is rather witty and brilliant in her conversations, but we feel as tho the characters and situations were created merely to give her a chance to say certain things. The discussions never get anywhere nor settle anything. Mark was a writer who had loved and lost Sapphira as a girl, so in their later meeting he likes to spend his hours with her, but shies at any definite chains. He believes in third marriage, "but not in first or second." Sapphira was a widow, about whom there was some deep, mysterious secret, but even the reader does not share the secret, tho he suspects hereditary insanity. After many pages of ravings and rhapsodies, both find engrossing work in the Great War. It is an incoherent, vague, and indirect story, lacking purpose and charm.

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FEW days ago it was a German stronghold; now it is an old curiosityshop; and "many and strange things are discoverable in the old curiosity-shop of the St. Mihiel salient," remarks a New York Times correspondent. Odd human material, no less than peculiar mechanical devices, fell into the hands of the American troops who pinched that salient out with record neatness and dispatch.

Among the mechanical curiosities are mentioned whole batteries of make-believe artillery, stovepipes and logs painted in camouflage designs, mounted in former German positions, threatening the former American lines. Papier-mâché mortars have been hauled out of the old entrenchments.

Another, and more remarkable evidence of the enemy's ingenuity--and possible impoverishment of materials-is an imitation tank, a bizarre construction which the Times correspondent dubs a "Trojan horse of the Western Front":

It is a wooden tank equipped inside with nothing save eight handle-bars by which it could be propelled. It was found abandoned no great distance Thiaucourt.


American shell-fire had sadly ruined it, but nevertheless it was still an eloquent witness to what it must have meant to the Germans to give up the vast supplies of every kind that they were compelled by the Americans in the course of recent operations to surrender.

The same correspondent tells this story of an American battery that turned up where no American battery was supposed to be:

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Yesterday our observers saw a battery in action near the front line which was not on our records. The puzzled commander a detachment to investigate. They found that seven doughboys, mopping up the woods, had come upon a battery of German 77s with piles of ammunition. They had turned them around, and, not knowing how to get ranges or anything of the sort, were just shooting them northward. They explained that they were shooting into Germany, and that satisfied them.

That general bombardment of Germany would have struck sympathetic chords in the bosom of a French boy, aged twelve years, whom an American correspondent met in St. Mihiel, soon after the little city had become French soil again. The youngster was bedecked with tricolor cockades and carried one of the many French flags that appeared from nowhere as soon as the detested Boche disappeared. He gave this genuinely "inside" story of one phase of the big event:

"We heard the guns very loud on Wednesday night. Thursday morning they came much nearer and the Boches were running away. That evening none of them were left in town.

"In the afternoon I climbed up into the

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