I salute the new Ainerkan Spectator, whose first number has
just reached these shores. It is a monthly literary paper and as odd ,a production, so far as format goes, as even America has given us yet. It appears as an eight-page sheet, the size of a daily paper, with excellently clear type and no advertisements. Mr. George „Jean Nathan, Critic of drama and for long the colleague of H. L. Meneken, has collected a group of editorial colleagues who, as a New York contemporary was the first to remark, have simply sallied forth to battle on their very familiar hobby-horses. Havelock Ellis, of course, writes on Sex, and James Branch Cabell on the genteel tradition in Sex ; Eugene O'Neill on masks in the modern theatre; Frank Swinnerton on publishers; and Clarence Darrow on the right to drink. All of them. have been at it a long time. Why they should want to start yet another paper to go on slaying the slain in, I must confess, baffles me. But perhaps they' know their own business best.
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