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BOOKENDS

I FEEL BETTER NOW, by Margaret Fishback. E. P. Dutton & Co., New York, 1932. $2.

WE have long suspected, while reading Miss Fishback's verses in the New Yorker, that they were the product of Dorothy Parker in her less inspired moments. Her collected works, however, indicate that she is a separate and distinct personality; if this were the place for it, a discourse on the respective philosophies of the ladies concerned might be forthcoming,-but, this isn't the place for it.

She says a great many things well, and an qual number less well. We don't believe, for instance, that

A course by William Lyon Phelps

In Modern Drama really helps. We long for the "sang-froid of an urster," to quote her "Sonnet From the Brooklynese," which is as perfect a thing of its kind a we have seen. "The Fly in the Ointment" and "Poem for Mother's Day" are superior works; others are not too good. Obviously we all can't be Nashes or Parkers, but there are other drums to be beaten. "I Feel Better Now" is one of them.

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