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Authoress Paterson proceeds in logical and conscientious style, preferring individually striking incidents to suspense. None should be deceived by the jacket blurb implying that this is a work of 'pure literature...
...after messenger falls swooning at the king's feet, rude soldiers in battle and Roman citizens on the streets blurt out heroic speeches tuned to the rhythm of a Cicero. It is all very exciting, but seldom convincing. One suspects that the authors have written for children, but neither jacket nor advertisements give any hint of it. The tale is admirably told for a twelve-year old; it is the kind of children's story that grown-ups might take up covertly and read to the end, with an indulgent smile at the ingenuousness of the book and the foolishness...
...adventurous glimpse at at a forgotten civilization which the author has convincingly re-created. There are to be sure, dull parts in the story, and at times the narrator loses himself and his reader in a labyrinth of suggestive but unintelligible passages. A glance at the jacket, however, is reassuring. There is no mention of subtle satire or of involved philosophical values. It is a book which need not affright the intellectually lazy: it is a book which to the intellectually wearied may provide keen relaxation...
...upon incongruity, this is a wow. A post-game celebration results in the wrecking of the Club Prado in accordance with the best Mack Sennett traditions. Quarterback Dexter and his backfield mates conquer the waiter's eleven, but are penalized 30 days, for unnecessary roughness by the superior blue jacket reserves. An accidental escape from jail follows, a hasty wedding, so that Dexter's stay in foreign waters may not be lonesome, and a pardon by the district attorney--the bride's father, of course--lead to the fade...
...title of the story was dreadful in its simplicity: "The Defeat of Alfonso." What iniquities might not that conceal! There was a drawing of a scowling man in a white jacket with his knee pressed on the stomach of a prostrate victim, into whose agonized countenance he was simultaneously thrusting some hideous instrument of torture. A third man, baldish, smiling dangerously, looked on. The caption sounded distinctly criminal. It read : " 'Go through his pockets,' said Ellicott, after a while. 'I've got him dead...