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tion with the prison problem, I have no the securing of work for these wards of desire to set it down as the last word in the State may be made a matter of adminreform. While Warden Homer has done istrative routine. all that is humanly possible under existing With regard to the question of money, conditions, much remains to be done, and there are many and conflicting views, but in the doing there will be the imperative I am confident that some measure of comneed of an open mind on the part of people pensation for the labor that convicts peras well as of lawmakers. Change for the form in prison provides a safe way past the excitement of change is no more stupid difficulties. than the standpattism that is based on tra- I do not by any means go to the length ditions and prejudices. Extreme age must of putting the convict on a par with free not be permitted to perpetuate evils, and labor, but I do feel that a certain perevery suggested reform, no matter what

centage of his earnings should be allotted the source, must have its fair hearing. to him, either to go to the support of his

New York stands with the most ad- family, or for his own use on the day of vanced States in the matter of indeter- release. minate sentences, but the question is one At the outset of this article I employed that still calls for sincere and intelligent social insurance as the term best fitted to thought. For instance, some method must convey my idea of the purpose of prison be found for insuring equality of punish- reform. Surely even the most prejudiced ment, so that two men, convicted of pre- opponent of the new penology must agree cisely identical crimes, will not enter a that the honor and trust system at Great prison with widely different sentences. Meadow, with its ninety-six per cent. of

Study must also be given to the day reclamation, carries more safety to society when the prisoner, released at last, steps than the Bastille method, which plunges out of the penitentiary gates to take his seventy-five per cent of discharged conplace in the world once more. It is at this victs into darker ways of crime. point that the efforts for reform have The punitive theory of imprisonment stopped in the past, yet it must be clear has proved a tragic failure at every point. that the very finest reformative work may Europe, as recently as one hundred years be wasted on these men if they are to be ago, persisted in the torture-chamber, with turned adrift without money and without its thumb-screw, iron boots, spiked chair, prospects. The majority of States give lash and water torment, but crime inthe discharged prisoner five dollars, but creased by leaps and bounds. New York is more generous in that it The theory of deterrence has fared little allows him ten. This amount is too nar- better. In England, in 1780, there were row a margin for safety, since the man's two hundred and forty crimes punishable one recourse is to vagrancy and crime un- by death, and every highway had its line less he finds a job before his money goes. of gibbets; but crime was fanned only to a It must be remembered, too, that the hunt more furious blaze. During the reign of for work is complicated by the tyrannies Henry VIII, seventy thousand thieves of policemen and the suspicions of em- were hung; but it was found that more ployers.

pockets were picked during the hangings In this connection, warm praise must be than at any other time. given to the individual wardens and the To-day, when the maintenance of penal various volunteer agencies that have grap- institutions is one of the principal items pled splendidly with this task of providing in every state budget, it would seem to be work for the released convict; but the the part of wisdom to give careful, patient duty is too imperative to be left to un- trial to the theory that prisons are not official and haphazard hands. I feel that society's revenge or society's threat, but an employment bureau should be created society's effort to correct and reclaim. in the department of correction so that Wherever tried, the record is one of

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New York, with its Great though the experiment loomed darkly Meadow; Colorado, Arizona, Oregon, ahead under a cloud of doubt and fear, and Illinois join in the presentation of fig- the adventure would still be worth while, ures that show the well-nigh miraculous for in the struggle there is appeal to pity, results obtained by humane methods. to charity, to justice, and to every other

But even were these proofs lacking, and generous instinct in human nature.

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His little boy with troubled eyes looked up.
What father said must all be right and fine;
He was ashamed when he remembered how
He had thought mice were cunning little things, –
Like fairy squirrels, only their tails were bald, -
And how he had been watching ants at work
The day before, and thought them quaint and wise,
Digging their little houses underground,
And making tiny sandpiles round their doors.
Fishing was manly sport, and he would try
His hardest to forget how the worm strove
To get away from the sharp, curly hook
That cut it so; and how the minnows gasped
On the hot grass.

A woman, listening,
Said to herself, “Alas! poor little boy,
That it should be your father setting traps
To strangle all your childhood chivalry,
And poison fellow-feeling in your heart!"

Caste in Criticism. By HARVEY O'HIGGINS

IT

T is one of the sardonic conclusions of modern research that an

aristocracy's prejudices against certain vocations and means of livelihood are prejudices that have come down from the early days of savagery, when manual labor and industrial occupations were left to women and slaves, and the free males of the tribe were properly engaged only in war and hunting, government and priestcraft. So the younger son of an English governing family, still, like an Iroquois brave, is unable to seek a career outside of the army, politics, or the church, although amateur sport now carries some of the honors of tribal hunting, and learning, which used to be a part of priestcraft, is as respectable as holy orders. As a further extension of these caste prejudices, a gentleman is a man who does not work for his living, and an occupation is degraded that is pursued for gain.

In America, with a democratic ideal and a wholly industrial basis for society, such prejudices are not yet very strong. Our leisure class is not large enough to impose them on us, although it has imported them in some degree for its own edification. We have little of the feeling that a gentleman must be a gentleman of leisure or engage only in pursuits that are not mercenary. We are more inclined to consider idleness a disgrace and to despise an occupation that is merely ornamental. There is with us a sneer in the word amateur,-one who practises an art for the love of it, -and the professional is the man whom we admire, because of his greater skill. We share somewhat, with the British, their dislike of professionalism in sport and politics, those traditional occupations of the leisure classes; but we scarcely share at all their suspicion of professionalism in art, and we have little of their reverence for ornamental culture or for erudition that has no useful end. We compel our arts and our sciences to serve us, and to earn their livings, or be slighted.

Thus poetry, the highest form of literary art traditionally, is humorously regarded by our people, and the poet is a common butt in our theater and our press. The painter, unless he is a portrait-painter, is not highly considered, but the illustrator is popular and much admired. The sculptor shares in the honors of the architect if he makes expensive public monuments. The musician and the singer have been recently established in general regard by grand-opera salaries and fabulous concert fees. The playwright has to make his fortune to be noted. The actor has to be a star or nothing. In fact, although academic criticism still rates our arts in the order of comparative honor that they hold abroad, our popular approval seems to rate them according to their utility and their earning power.

That may be not an unmixed evil. The past is full of proof that the popular art of one generation is the classical art of the next, and the verdict of the jury, in the lowest court of public approval, has a way of being unexpectedly sustained on appeal to the supreme critical tribunals of posterity. The museums are full of dead pictures by forgotten artists who were acclaimed immortal in their day because they were classical, traditional, of the aristocracy of art. The books that live in all libraries are the books that were democratically vital to the readers of their time. It is notorious that no dramatic art that was unsuccessful with its own audience has ever found an audience in posterity. It is equally notorious that the judgments of academic criticism have been almost invariably wrong when the judgment was delivered on its contemporary art.

Such considerations need not deceive us into believing that what is popular in American art is therefore good. But they may console us for much of the foreign condemnation of what is popular. As foreign art, as British art particularly, is an entertainment for the leisure classes, so foreign criticism, and particularly British criticism, forms its judgments according to the prejudices of the leisure classes. These prejudices are apt to rule against anything in art that is not classic, traditional, stylish, and leisurely in form and high bred, philosophical, and aristocratic in matter. Ruskin was such a critic when he described George Eliot's "Middlemarch" as "the sweepings of a Pentonville bus." James Stephens is such a critic when he declares that we cannot have a literature in America because "without a social order there can be no literature; for that the house must be in order.”

Stephens seems to repeat the prejudice when he says "the secret of good writing is to be found in the words used by the writer and the way he uses these words; but before any American writer I know of can escape from mediocrity he or she must jettison their present vocabularies and provide themselves with new ones.” (And in this case the critic exalts diction in a sentence the syntax of which is disgraceful, as a snob will see only the good manners of a behavior that is morally bad.) There was a time when Latin was the language of aristocratic literature, and Dante had to defend himself for writing his poetry in his native, but vulgar, tongue; and even Edmund Spenser was criticized for refusing to use Latin meters in his English verse. The same tradition of aristocratic expression in literature has animated academic criticism at all times. American literature will have to endure its condemnation. If we produce a literature that bears the same relation to American life that American plumbing does, for example, we shall be doing a sane thing, but a thing that will surely be anathematized by all the high priests of art. And they will anathematize it, although literature has to be vital to be anything at all; although it has to serve life, not esthetics; although the religion of “art for art's sake” is a religion that ministers to its idol, but not to humanity; although such religions are dying everywhere, and the religion of social service is taking their place; and although the priests of art also, in their turn, will have to come down out of their temples, to serve among the people, or be mocked.

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“ He had taken her little white-garbed figure in his arms and kissed her and kissed her "

Playing the Game

By ETHEL M. KELLEY

Author of “ Making Over Mary,” etc.

Illustrations by W. T. Benda

BILLY

ILLY SEARS covered, his gleaming incorrigible creature, and I ought to be

shoulders with the "father and spoken to about it." mother of all bath-towels," a huge bath- “And I don't know who'll be after mat that he insisted on appropriating for doing it if I don't,” Mrs. Gregory, the the acceleration of his morning massage, rosy housekeeper, grumbled as she teetered and stuck his head suddenly into the cor- heavily past the bath-room door, rubbing ridor.

her immaculate hands down the sides of "Will you bring my mail here, Mrs. her immaculate apron.

Once in the G.?" he called. "I 'm expecting some kitchen, however, she smiled broadly to important letters. Thank you. I 'm an herself.

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