Word: tree
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Those who have strolled along what is often called the Gold Coast, in deference to an orchestra of that name and the fact that Arthur's Inc. is a great success, may have noticed that the Ibis tree, so recently brought to America from the Netherplaces by Robert Lampoon, Esquire has, within the last few days, been sawed in twain by some George Washington who needs to be debunked. Nor is the CRIMSON happy to see this happen...
True as it is that the Lampoon stands too often in its own shade to need the help of such a sapling, there is a limit to vandalism and that, in the philodendronic sense, is the bark or outer periphery of an Ibis tree. The poor old Ibis has done enough to hurt her breed in the last few days without becoming dispossessed of her perch upon the Ibis bough. Unlike Horace who was quite selfish when his famous tree fell, the CRIMSON worries more about the tree than the fact that its fall hurt no one but the reputation...
During the night some person or persons unknown, armed with a very sharp saw, contrived to reach through the bars and saw the stem of the tree nearly in two, so that the tree itself drooped over the top of its cage. No motive could be ascribed for what was apparently an act of malicious vandalism, and there are no clues to the guilty party...
...watch an old tree or the weathered slabs of a thatched shed take form from Artist Rackham's pen, and the first thing you know the tree or shed is leering at you like a weird warlock, or smiling like an oldtime grandmother, put of eyes and mouths that vanish when you look closely. Only some knots, bark or grain-wrinkles remain. A gnarled shrub will be writhing and snickering like a soul lost and sarcastic in a twilit place, until you examine. Then you see it was only some Rackham lines, perpetually innocent in their deceit...
WINNIE-THE-POOH-A. A. Milne -Dutton ($2). Another man A lately made grown-ups furtive Author Alan Alexander Milne of Cotchford Farm, Hartfield, Sussex (not far from Artist Rackham's beech tree). He used to be (1906-14) an editor of Punch. He fought all through the War and got back safely to tell stories to his son, Christopher Robin, who encouragred his father (by asking for more) to write a book of jingles called When We Were Very Young (1924). Writing things was nothing new for Author Milne. He had had plays of his played both sides...