The Ten Million, by Mark Hellinger. This is a more entertaining book than While Romes Burns, and it has a vital quality which I missed in Mr. Woollcott's involved manner of telling his oft-told tales. Mr. Hellinger is a New York columnist who tells all in anecdotes, short stories, sketches, etc.
The House of Quiet, by A. C. Benson. A charming sort of spiritual and mental autobiography. This book is in its twenty-third impression, but it has been neglected for the last ten years. Infinitely worth reviving.
Diamond Jim, by Parker Morell. Jim wore diamonds enough to serve as an beacon, but underneath his vulgar exterior beat a heart of pure gold (and a stomach six times normal size). Read this story of a fantastic epoch that is as dead as the dodo.
Tour in Scotland, A.D. 1803, by Dorothy Wordsworth. A forgotten book. William was not the only genius in the family as this book testifies. Dorothy's prose should be better known.
A History of the World War, 1914- 1918, by Liddell Hart. Incomparably the finest one volume history of the war. Mr. Hart is no sparer of reputations and "now it can be told" and is, here, in one of the most exciting and fascinating books I have read in a long time.
Tom Jones, by Henry Fielding. A rereading of this great novel made clear to me that the amount of bilge now written and daily hailed as a masterpiece has reached fantastic heights. Go back to Tom, the Squire, Partridge, and Sophia, and enjoy yourself.