tion about consignments of carburetorsf? These matters are delicate but important and -- Cohn Tells All. It seems to me that Mr. Cohn has achieved exactly the right tone of accurate yet diverting narration of our evolving trade. He has neither the contemptuous Frigidaire wit of the professional urbanites to whom Gertie Perkins and her tinted stationery are subhuman phenomena of the Peruna Belt, nor yet the trusting naïveté of the patriotic nostalgicist to whom one hundred per cent of Grandma's ways and wares are in- controvertibly examples of pioneer heroism. During the past twenty years, America has been perceiving that it now has the privilege, and the responsibility, of being no longer a cultural colony of Europe, but a great and adult and individual and slightly lonely nation, that must depend on itself, and that hugely needs to understand the self on which it depends. In history, in fiction, in music, amid the extravagances of the motion pictures, it has been studying its present and future through a surprisingly candid inspection of its past. In this book there is an important report of such inspection. By your eyebrow pencils, your encyclopedias, and your alarm clocks shall ye be known. The most scrupulous statistics on the increasing acreage of alfalfa and soy beans, the most ele- vated dissertations on our tendency to chronic philanthropy, could not make us understand that cranky, hysterical, brave, mass-timorous, hard-minded, imaginative Chosen Race, the Americans, half so competently as Mr. Cohn's parade of the wares that we have been buying and paying for and actually lugging into our homes and barns and offices, these past fifty years: Electric Thermostats, Ladies' Percale Sunbonnets, Birth Control Manuals, Imported Fancy Lily Bulbs, Cambric Bust Confiners, Two-Color Bibles, 1939 Model Air Conditioners, Vest Pocket Revolvers, Brewster Sleigh Bells, Fancy Col- ored Mummy Effect Worsted Round Cut Sack Suits, Clarion Harmonicas in Red Leatherette Cases, phonograph records of Uncle Josh in a Chinese Laundry and of the Flogging -viii- |