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THE CENTURY



ILLUSTRATED MONTHLY



MAGAZINE



VOL. XCIV

NEW SERIES: VOL. LXXII

MAY TO OCTOBER, 1917




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THE CENTURY CO., NEW YORK






Copyright, 1917 by The Century Co.



INDEX

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VOL. XCIV NEW SERIES: VOL. LXXII



PAGE

Adolescence Hetty Hemenway 221

Allies, Reflections on the Strategy of the Winston Spencer Churchill 117

America, My Impressions of Count Ilya Tolstoy 417

America, The Man from Alden Brooks 376

Illustrations by Harry Townsend.

America, Twenty-five Years in Hugo MUnsterberg 34

Photographs.

America Help? How Can Sydney Brooks 209

Aurora the Magnificent Gertrude Hall 130

Illustrations by Gerald Leake.

Balkans, Fixing Up the Frederick Lewis Allen. . . . 156

Balkans, The Fate of the Herbert Adams Gibbons. . \77

Blood f* Thicker than Water George Richards 786

Camera, Acting for the Virginia Tracy 641

Illustrations by Clarence Rowe.

Camouflage Roland Pertwee 1

Illustrations by Arthur William Brown.

Cartoons :

The Avenger 257

The Dream and the Reality 257

The Lusitania : Herod's Nightmare 258

"The Adoration of the Magi" 258

Paintings by Louis Raemaekers.

Four Celebrities of the Theater 320

Drawings by Gluyas Williams.

"Papa !" : 640

Drawing by J. R. Shaver.

Casemate 17 Gaston Riou 16

Illustrations by Wilfred Jones.

Chop, The Extra Phyllis Wyatt Brown 958

Club Life, My Parkhiirst Whitney 159

Commonwealth, The Vision of a David Jayne Hill 740

"Consolation" Holworthy Hall 268

Illustrations by Arthur Litle.

Convoy, The First Nelson Collins 790

Correction, A 154

Country, For My Lucy Stone Keller 797

Coup de Grace Eleanor Ferris 892

Illustrations by Arthur Litle.

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IV



INDEX



PAGE

Derelict, The Phyllis Bottome 101, 225

Illustrations by Norman Price.

Dinarzade's Three Weeks Gelett Burgess 621

Illustrations by Wilfred Jones.

Elam, The Emperor of H. G. Dunght 430

Illustrations by Wilfred Jones.

English Intellectuals in War-time, The S. K. RatcUffe 826

Photographs.

Equator, The City of the Harry A. Franck 283

Photographs.

Europe and Islam Herbert Adams Gibbons. . 84

Europe's Heritage of Evil David Jaync Hill 7

Eyes in His Back, The Man with Erie Johnston 762

Farmer, The Problem of the American Frederic C. Howe 625

Photographs.

Fiske, Mrs., Goes to the Play Alexander Woollcott 71

Photographs.

Food or Famine ? /. Russell Smith 685

Food, Next Year's /. Russell Smith 633

France, How We Can Help Herbert Adams Gibbons. . 527

Photograph.

French Schools, Observations on Dorothy Canfield 657

Free Wilbur Daniel Steele 518

Illustrations by Jay Hambidge.

German Plot and Democracy's Future, The David Jayne Hill 863

Ghetto, The Picturesque Hutchins Hapgood 469

Illustrations by Jacob Epstein.

Hollow Oak, Fashioning the Richard Matthews Hallit. 161

Illustrations by W. J. Aylward. f

Hoover, Herbert C Hugh Gibson 508

Photograph.

Ice Navigation Robert E. Peary 748

Photographs.

Imperialism, Economic David Jayne Hill 356

Inside-out Laurence Housman 603

Illustration by George E. Giguere.

International Ideals David Jayne Hill 260

Irishman, The Arthur Gleason 834

Illustrations by Florence Scovel Shinn.

Jane AIeets an Extremely Civil Engineer Ruth Comfort Mitchell. . . 725

Illustrations by Oscar Frederick Howard.

Jane Shore Harvey O'Higgins 339

Illustrations by F. R. Gruger.

"King Lear" A. T. Van Laer 155

Lamentation of the Lonely, The John Roland 634

Lamps for Old, New Fanny Kemble Johnson.. . 393

Illustrations by Arthur William Brown.

Liberal Party, A New Harold Kellock 885

Little Boy of Long Ago, A Grant Showerman 122

Illustrations by George Wright.

Living Off the Country Robert E. Peary 907

Photographs.

Loyalty ok the Foreign Born, The M. E. Ravage 201

Introduction by James Harvey Robinson.



INDEX V

PAGE

Magic Casements Fanny Kemble Johnson. . . 871

Illustrations by J. Paul Verrees.

Merchant Marine, The Hope of Our :

I. Our Maritime Resources John Heard, Jr 245

II. Reviving Our Merchant Marine .' .Jlarold Kcllock 251

"Molly McGuire, Fourteen" Frederick Stuart Greene . . 668

Reproduction of jiainting by B. West Clinedinst, and decorations by John R. Flanagan.

Monroe Doctrine for the World, The Herbert Adams Gibbons. . 151

Montp.\rnasse, The Spirit of Marice Rutledge 406

Illustrations from photographs by Harry B. l.achman.

Munition-maker, Confessions of a ■ 590

Reported by Donald Wilhelm.
Neutrals and the Allied Cause, The '. Hendrik Willcm van Loon 610

Photograph.

Newspaper, The Very Human Deems Taylor 421

Northcliffe Eric Fisher Wood 920

Photographs.

"Northeaster" A. T. Van Laer 314

Onnie Thomas Beer 55

Illustrations by Oscar Frederick Howard.

Pictures, Miscellaneous :

"King Lear, Act 1, Scene 1" Edwin A. Abbey

From the painting in the Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York. Facinu pOQC 1

Printed in color.

Reproductions of Old Masters 95

From the Widener Collection.
"Northeaster" IVinslow Homer



From the painting in the Metropolitan Museum of Art, Xew York. Facing paue 161

Printed in color.

The Danish West Indies Lester G. Hornby 214

Drawings.

Italy A Idus C. Higgins 306

Photographic studies.

"The trance that he had often simulated had invaded

him." Howard Giles

Printed in color. Facing page 321

Familiar Boston Sears Gallagher 385

Etchings.

"Then have the kindness to inform me . . .why Marian

has consented to marry me." Norman Price

Printed in color. Facing page 485

The Hammock-buyer of Venezuela Harry A. Franck 597

Pliotographs.

The Gate of the City William Jean Beaulcy

From a painting of the Municipal Building, New York. Facing page 641

Printed in color.

Quaint Provincetown Lester G. Hornby 767

Drawings.

Portrait of an Old Man Hans Memling

From the painting in the Metropolitan Museum of Art, Xew York. Facing page 801

Printed in color.

On the Wing Charles Liz'ingston Bull

Studies of birds. and Frank W. Benson . . 859

Plattsburg and Citizenship Leonard Wood 49

Photographs.

Portrait of an Old Man A. T. Van Laer 957

Prohibition and Poetry in the Last Century Margaret Armstrong 474



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Proserpine, The Garden of...

Illustrations by Arthur Litle.



INDEX



PAGE

.Harry Esty Bounce 554



Raemaekers— Man and Artist George Creel 256

Cartoons by Louis Raemaekers. Printed in color.

Rasputin Princesse Lucien Murat . . . 301

Illustrations from sketches and facsimile.

Red and White Roland Pertwee 533

Illustrations by Maurice L. Bower.

RuHLEBEN Prison Camp, In Peter Michelson 364

Illustrations from pictures made by British artists in Ruhleben.

Russia, Inside Stephen Graham 461

Russia, Little T. Lothrop Stoddard 569

Russia, The Evolution of Liberty in Count Ilya Tolstoy 716

Portrait of Count Tolstoy, from a photograph.

Second Fiddle, The Phyllis Bottome ...481, 690, 928

Illustrations by Norman Price.

Sing Sing, The University of Frank Marshall White. . . . 846

Sketching, Endicott and I go Frances Lester Warner. . . 315

Sketches by the author.

Tardiness, Terminology of Lawton Mackall 960

Terauchi, Marshal Count, the New Premier of Japan Eliza Ruhamah Scidmorc. 545

Photographs.

Terror, The Coming of the Arthur Machen 801

Decorations by Wilfred Jones.

"Them Others" Stacy Aumonier 577

Illustrations by J. Paul Verrees.

"Through" E. F. Benson 321

Illustration by Howard Giles.

War, The Third Year of the /. B. W. Gardiner 776

Washington the Incredible Rollin Lynde Hartt 328

Lithographs by Joseph Pennell ; drawings by Jules Guerin.



Young Man Axelbrod Sinclair Lewis

Illustrations by W. M. Berger.



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VERSE

After All and After All Mary Carolyn Davies 199

Illustrations by Caroline Horton Blackman.

Amber, In Amelia Josephine Burr . . . 48

April in the Huasteca Grace Hazard Conkling ... 150

Autumn Jean Starr Untermeyer. . . 891

Borrower Mary Carolyn Davies 116

Conquerors Robert Gilbert Welsh 798

Copy ! Ethel Blair 960

Day of Rain, A .Dorothy Leonard 956

Difference, It Does Make a, Wordsworth, What? Charles Baker Gilbert 160

Eating-song, An Deems Taylor 637

Fraternity I . IL Wallis 176

Graduate, The John Florance 338

Great Big Man and the Wee Little Girl, The F. Gregory Hartsmick 480

Guest-room, Verses for a -Inne Arrabin 6



INDEX vii

PAGE
Verse : — Continued

Hall of Infamy, The : W. R. Burlingame

The Man Who Shouts at the Waiter 478

The People Who Ask You Informally 479

The Successful Dentist Who Sings 638

The Man Who Dresses in tlie Aisle 639

The Man Who is Awfully Cheery Early in the Morning 799

The Lady Who Always Appears with a Game of Letters

Where Two or Three are Gathered Together 800

Drawings by W. E. Hill.

Horseshoe Beach, At Dorothy B. Leonard 544

Letter, A Ruth Comfort Mitchell . . . 843

Magazine Advertisements, What Happened to the Poet

Who Read All the Corinne Rockwell Swain . . 640

"Mary, Helper of Heartbreak" Margaret Widdemer 15

Morning and I James Oppenheim 656

Movies in New York, The Mary Carolyn Davies 833

Mutations Margaret Armstrong 635

Pen-and-ink drawings by Gustave Verbeck.

Napoleon in Hades David Morton 927

Next to Pure Reading Matter E. L. McKinney 59

Night Cometh, The Clement Wood 919

Old Houses Alice Corbin 665

Philosophy, The Origin of Chester Dennis 637

Proposal, The Mary Carolyn Davies 602

Questions Cale Young Rice 70

Recollections Algernon C. Swinburne . . . 608

Revelation Helen Hoyt 526

Revolution Cale Young Rice 186

Sancta Ursula William A. Bradley 405

Shulamite, The Anne Arrabin 259

_ Spring Rain Sara Teasdale 83

Summer, 1917 B. Preston Clark, Jr 664

Sunday Afternoon, On the Wharves Deane Whittier Coltoti .... 327

"The Kiss" Ruth Fitch 715

To One Killed in Action Alan Sullivan 906

Unfortunate Fanny Thomas Newell Metcalf. . . 318

Drawings by the author.

Victory Marion Patton Waldron . . . 459

Whistle Fantasy Margaret Widdemer 956

Winter, William David Morton 739




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No. 1







Camouflage

By ROLAND PERTWEE

Illustrations by Arthur William Brown

FOR the benefit of those who may not there was not a conveyance of any kind to

be acquainted with what camouflage be had,
means, it might be truthfully. described as He had no notion to whom the motor-

a thin veil drawn over great events. bicycle belonged, — it was leaning against

There are endless varieties of camou- one of the officers' hutments, — but the im-

flage, and endless uses to which it may be portant fact was its presence, with a full

put, A great white road is concealed tank, and the certain conviction that It

from the enemy's lines by a hedge of had been placed there by a divine hand,
thinly plaited twigs — camouflage. An ob- He felt a great sense of gratitude when

servation-point hidden in the heart of a the engine started with the first kick, a

haystack — camouflage. A mighty gun sense which increased to the liveliest adml-

masked by an awning of fishermen's nets ration as she took the one-in-five up-grade

sprinkled with dead X^Txst?,— camouflage. A from the camp at a rising twenty-five



corpse brought in from no-man's-land and
replaced by a live man, who watches what
is toward in the Hun trenches — again
camouflage. But perhaps the subtlest va-
riety of all camouflage is the kind that men
and women devise to screen their real
emotions from one another and from the
world.

He did n't waste much time when they
told him he could have till noon the next



miles an hour.

On the top of the hill he let her out.
Probably the war would provide no nar-
rower escape than the swerve he made to
avoid the policeman at the end of the
trap. He laughed joyously at the instan-
taneous vision of the man in blue jumping
sidewise to save his skin. Thereafter the
road was clear, and he settled down to all
the speed the engine would provide.

At Wilminster he bought a ticket, and



day in which to say good-by to his wife caught the express with barely a secend to

before embarkation. spare.

To wait for the train from that out- Every first-class compartment 'yp^ full,

landish spot would have meant the loss of so he traveled third, thereby, laying him-

a good three hours. There was a decent self open to a charge of "coi,idiicf]unbefit-

enough service from Wilminster, but Wil- ting to an officer and a ge'ntletiian." It

minster was fourteen miles away, and was an honest and friendlye.^preT^s, which



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'Told the absurdest soldier stories while she chaiiijed into a dreair. of an evening dress"



accomplished the run on schedule-time and
did not spoil its record by lingering un-
duly outside the terminus.

The taxi, however, was disappointing,
and more than once he had occasion to
abuse the driver for overcaution. Cer-
tainly with a little more dash they might
have slipped by that motor-bus and have
avoided being held up in the traffic block
by Albemarle Street.

When at last they drew up before the
little house every stone of which was
dear to him, much dearer than he ever
knew before the war came to teach us the
value of our possessions, he was up the
front steps with a single bound, and ham-
mering at the door as though he would
break it down.

Of course she knew the knock, and al-
though she was n't expecting him, she
knew at once who it was and why he had
come, and she was out of the room and
opening the door quicker even than his
dash up the steps had been.

What does it matter if the taxi-driver
did see their meeting? Nobody thought
anything about him. He was forgotten
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and unpaid, and being a strictly business
man, he kept his engine ticking over for
fully an hour before ringing the bell and
inquiring at the door if he would be
wanted again.

In the little drawing-room a thousand
questions and answers were hurled back-
ward and forward. How lucky he was
to be going to France, when it might have
been Mesopotamia or one of those other
unfriendly places! He had known for
certain that it was to be France only that
morning. They always keep you in the
dark as long as possible. Of course there
were no submarines in the channel ; be-
sides, his sleeping-bag was of a variety
which guaranteed to keep a man afloat for
eight hours.

How adorable she looked in her new
frock! His khaki suited him uncommonly
well. Perhaps his Sam Brown belt was
a shade new-looking, but that would soon
wear off. She was so proud of him, so
glad he was doing his bit, so very glad it
was France!

Then there was the baby to see— the
baby who had grown so amazingly in the



CAMOUFLAGE



last seven weeks, whose coming was not
so distant an affair but the memory of it
still awoke the added tenderness these lit-
tle beings bring into the hearts of their
creators.

They mounted the stairs to the nursery
with arms about each other's waists, and



taurant where they had dined on their
\vedding-da>', six years before. And he
ordered all the same dishes, and they
drank the same vintage of champagne, and
even persuaded the orchestra to pla\' the
same tunes. Everything was the same ex-
cept the waiter, who at that moment was



the baby had the grace to greet his father cruising the North Sea in a Zeppelin,
with an expansive smile and to show further When the last delicious course had van-

proof of enthusiasm by flinging a rubber ished, and a glass retort with a blue flame
duck out of the window into the garden, beneath it was preparing coffee, she pro-
where it was promptly devoured by the duced a box of tiny cigarettes that he had

given her on that famous night, and
which, out of ridiculous sentiment, they
dipped into only on the "very specialest"



puppy.

I'hen they rushed off to see one or two
friends who were deserving of such an
honor, and these friends, too, said how
glad they were it was going to be France.
France was so getatable, and leave so fre-



occasions.

There followed a box at the theater,
the most expensive procurable. Never



quent and so sure. Altogether it was an once during the entr'acts did he go out



astonishing piece of luck, enough to make
any one happy in any circumstances. Both
he and she never tired of expressing their
own unmitigated delight.

There followed a dash home, and he
sat on the bed and told the absurdest sol-
dier stories while she changed into a dream
of an evening dress.

The taxi, having waited so long, had
been instructed to wait a bit longer, and
eventuallv took them to the selfsame res-



for a lonely smoke, but they -prattled away
more like an engaged couple than married
folk with a rising family.

It was a wonderful evening, with not a
vestige of a shadow discernible. They
might have been setting forth for their
honeymoon on the morrow. No one in the
world could have guessed they were on
the verge of separation, on the crumbling
edge of the saddest moment of their two
lives. There would be things to say about



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" ' Funny, funny littlf pink tiling, t^Dod luck to youl' he said"



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that later, sometime before he went away,
but not yet, not now. Now everything
was bright and cheery. They could laugh,
talk nonsense, behave like children at a
picnic. It was a picnic, a night out; their
spirits outran the tragedy ; masked, dis-
guised, and screened it. Catiiouftage!

Even in the taxi on the way home there
was not a vestige of seriousness in the
things they said. Perhaps they talked a
shade less, perhaps her laughter was a lit-
tle strained, his jokes a trifle forced ; but
nevertheless the spirit of the evening sur-
vived.



the obsolete railway time-table spoke the
truth in regard to the 10:45 to Wil-
minster.

It was getting very near now. Already
the housemaid had been sent out to make
sure of a taxi, always rare when needed.
Already she had gone up-stairs to put on
her hat. He did n't follow her, but
mooned about in the dining-room for five
precious minutes, wondering. He heard
the nurse come down with the baby, and
he stood well back lest he should be seen.
From the shelter of the curtains he
watched the princely infant placed in its



But they were frightened at turning pram and presently trundled away toward

out the light that night. In the dark it Kensington Gardens.
is harder to make a show of gaiety. In He had made no effort to go out and

the dark one can see more easily the white bid au revoir to the heir of his kingdom ;

road shining through the twigs of the he was afraid, a coward pure and simple,

false hedge, or the glint of the barrel be- It was the same cowardice which kept him

neath the fisherman's net, with its sprin- chained where he was instead of up-stairs

kling of dead leaves. with her. He looked nervously at the

They knew this and were afraid, and clock, then made a great resolve, squared
being afraid, both pretended they were his shoulders, and went down to the kit-
very sleepy and could n't keep awake a chen to say good-by to the cook,
second longer. So he knocked up the "I am sure, sir, I hope you ivill come
electric switch, as he had always done, back," she said,
with the golf-club that stood beside the The inflection suggesting that she



bed, and after a most perfunctory good
night they closed their eyes and made be-
lief of being asleep.

Hour after hour they lay there without
the courage to say the hundred loving,
pitiful things their souls cried out to ex-
press. He really believed she was asleep
when he got out of the bed and stole over
to peep into the baby's crib.

"Funny, funny little pink thing, good
luck to j'ou !" he said.

He stood some moments looking down
and thinking of the price he had nearly
paid for that life among the pillows, and
of how he had prayed almost like a mad-
man on that awful, awful night. He
did n't know she was watching him with
the coverlet pressed tightly over her
mouth.

Next morning there were such heaps of
things to do and so little time to do them
in that breakfast passed in an atmosphere
of commonplace hustle. Waterloo Sta-
tion had to be rung up to find out whether



thought it unlikely did him a world of
good. So much good, in fact, that he lit
a cigarette and, whistling an air from a
popular revue, sauntered up-stairs to the
bedroom.

Her back was toward him. She was
looking into the glass and seemed in trou-
ble with a knot of ribbon on her hat.

"Everything 's ready," he said.

"That 's right," she answered.

"Foggetty 's gone for a cab. Just as
well to be in time."

"Yes, they 're awfully difficult to get
these days. I was trying for ages the
other morning."

"Urn. Rotten job !"

He fidgeted over to the mantelpiece and
moved the little ornaments about.

"Did you like baby's bonnet?" she
asked.

"Don't think I noticed it."

"Thought you might have when you
said good-by."

"As a matter of fact, I did n't sav




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Had to



good-by — not really, I mean,
ring up Waterloo Station."

"Oh, yes. I believe he '11 have his first
tooth in a week or so. It seems a 3hame
you won't be here."

It was a deliberate effort to make him
unmask. He reflected that it was a shame.
It is a wonderful thing for a baby to have
a first tooth, very wonderful. But all he
said was "Yes."

A pause followed, and he gravitated to-
ward the window, and looked out until happy, really.'
the glass was blurred by his breath. She "Yes."

still seemed troubled with the knot of rib-
bon on her hat. Her back was still to-
ward him.

At last he said:



"That 's what 's so jolly about France,
getting letters regularly."

"I should have hated you to go any-
where else."

"It 's a great piece of luck, the whole
thing."

"I 'm tremendously pleased about it."

"So am I."

He was at the door now, swinging it
backward and forward in his hand.

"Splendid; and I 'm awfully, awfully



From the street came the sound of a
whistle, followed by a responding honk-
honk from a willing taxi.

They both heard it, and suddenly his



"I 'm awfully glad you '11 be all right head pitched against the panel of the door.



about money."

"Oh, I shall be splendid."

"You '11 let me know at once if there is



anything you want?"



"There won't be. Are you — shall you
be able to write every day?"



and he broke out with :

"P my dear — I 'm — so — damned —
wretched — so bloody — horribly — misera-
ble!"

The camouflage was rent asunder, gone
to the four winds of heaven, and there re-



"I shall try. Dare say they keep you vealed were the naked, sobbing souls of
pretty hard at it over there. So, if I miss two j^oung people brokenly crying on each



sometimes, you must n t worry.
"No; I shall understand."



other's shoulders, untidily knit in each
other's arms.




Verses for a Guest-room

By ANNE ARRABIN

I HAVE no pomp to offer thee;
Just my heart's hospitality —
A little beam, but one to light
,^.^The lodging of an anchorite.

A slumber deep, a dreamless rest,
To thee within this room, dear guest !
'T is sweet to me that thou and I
This night beneath one roof shall lie ;
For this I deem most dear, my guest.
In all the world, or east or west,
Where'er thy tarrying may be.
Blessed is the roof that shelters thee !




Europe's Heritage of Evil

Bv DAVID TAYNE HILL

Author of '* A History of Diplomacy in the International Development of Europe," etc.
Formerly United States Ambassador to Germany



IN the retrospect of future historians the
year 1914 may have a place not less
important than the year 1453, which has
been accepted as marking the dividing
line between medieval and modern his-
tory. The fall of Constantinople and the
establishment of the Ottoman Turks in
Europe revealed the insufficiency of the
bond that had held Christendom together.
In like manner the present European War
reveals the inadequacy of purely national
conceptions for the complete organization
of mankind ; for as Christendom failed to
unite the whole world by faith, so civiliza-
tion has failed to maintain itself by force.



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