Notes About the Increasingly Popular Mr. Galsworthy In this number, which presents the first chapters of John Galsworthy's new novel, it seems worth while to recall something of Mr. Galsworthy's life and work. He has been accepted as one of the great artists of our age for so long now that facts about him are lost in the glamour of his fame. The Galsworthys have been in Devonshire as far back as records go"since the flood-of Saxons, at all events," as he himself once expressed it. John Galsworthy was born in 1867 at Coombe, in Surrey. At Harrow from 1881-1886 he did well in work and games. At New College, Oxford, 1886-1889, he graduated with an Honor degree in Law. After some further preparation he was called to the bar (Lincoln's Inn) in 1890. It was natural that he should have taken up law, since his father had done so. "I read," he says, "in various chambers, practised almost not at all, and disliked my profession thoroughly." that of his later efforts. But he concerned himself very little about success, and continued to study the ways of people. It was his play "Strife"-the strife between capital and labor-that first, in a large sense, brought Galsworthy to the notice of the American peo Are You Starting beginning in It promises to have the widest interest of all his work. A young American plays In these circumstances he began to travel. He travelled intermittently for nearly two years. On a sailing-ship voyage between Adelaide and the Cape he met and became a fast friend of the novelist Joseph Conrad (and we advise all those who missed it to look up Galsworthy's delightful reminiscences of that friendship, published in this magazine for January, 1925). His first novel, "Jocelyn," was published in 1899 and others followed shortly. His work was well received, but could not be said to have attained any triumph comparable to ple. This was in 1909, ten years after his first book was published. "The White Monkey," which ran as a serial in this magazine, is perhaps the most popular of all his works. "The Silver Spoon" bids fair to outdistance it. It will make you want to read more of the man. And by all means, read "The Forsyte Saga," the story of a family, individualized and real, that reflects in its lives the changing moods of England for three generations. "The Silver Spoon," in the same way, reflects the life of England and the life of young people everywhere to-day. A limited number of copies of a sketch of the life and work of Gals worthy are available. A request to the Editor of The Club Corner will bring this interesting brochure to you if you don't let too many get ahead of you. Notes on artists of the illustrations and artistic decorations are in "Behind the Scenes." 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Before our eyes unwound the wonders of a land more weirdly beautiful than the mind of man could conceive. It was a film of the Apache Trail motor trip in Arizona done in colors that gave a hint of the gorgeous tints to be found in that country. I When it was finished the same thought struck us both at the same instant. "We'll take that trip soon," we said as one man. had three weeks' vacation due me at the office. Don goes and comes as he likes. So two weeks later found us leaving New Orleans for Globe, Arizona, aboard a comfortable Pullman of the Sunset Limited. As we rested back against the cushioned leather of the comfortable twelve-passenger motor-car at Globe that golden morning in December, we looked eagerly ahead to the Built ages before the discovery of America the strange cliffdwellings of Apache Land day's ride. Through dry air and sparkling sunshine our car climbed smoothly upward over Cemetery Hill. Gently we glided past. gigantic shapes of rock that shone like Joseph's coat of many colors. Skirting the sides of sheer canyons-slipping under frowning, overhanging cliffs-we mounted a summit nearly 4,000 feet above the sea. And then-the full glory of Apache Land lay spread before us. To one side stretched the vivid countryside of the Gila Valley, on the other that of Salt River. Quivering with shifting colors, spires of rock as slender and graceful as those of noted cathedrals, domes as rounded as the roofs of state capitols and jagged needles like the spear-shafts of some Neolithic man, vied with one another for our admiration. Between these fantastic rock formations, the purple shadows had caught the canyons in their cold caress. their cold caress. Far away thirty-mile-long Roosevelt Lake shimmered like a sapphire in the surrounding landscape. "No wonder the movies couldn't catch those colors," said Don. "It would be difficult for an artist to do." Soon our motor began the rapid but comfortable descent to Apache Lodge at Roosevelt Dam, dropping 2,000 feet in six miles through a succession of whirling rushes down the smooth road. Just before the dam was reached we stopped to view the odd homes of the cliff-dwellers that were built in the rocky wall above the Trail centuries before civilization. If we had had more time that day we In writing to advertisers please mention SCRIBNER'S MAGAZINE 89 68 to these interesting prehistoric ruins. When the luncheon at Apache Lodge had thoroughly satisfied the keen edge which the cool, crisp air had put on our appetites, we strolled around huge Roosevelt Dam, which is 285 feet high and 1,125 feet across. Don and I had never seen anything to compare with this marvelous engineering construction. The Dam can furnish the power plant it operates with 9,380 horse-power and has created an irrigable area of over 230,000 acres below the Salt River. "That's got any dam I ever saw stopped," said Don. And, Don has traveled. Boarding our motor-car again we wound down through the weird depths of Fish Creek Canyon. At one point the "Walls of Bronze" pushed 2,000 feet heavenward above the wild leaping stream in the gorge below. Next we were climbing up the steep ascent of Fish Creek Hill, the even-riding car seeming in places to cling to the very sheer of the cliff. The strange abyss of Hell's Canyon yawned fearsomely beneath us. Canyon Diablo, Niggerhead Mountain, Tortilla Rock, Whirlpool Rock and the Little Alps flashed by a beautiful procession of fantastic mountain formations. Every crack and crevice in the rocky walls cast grotesque shadows that wavered from orange to violet to deep purple under the slanting rays of the sun. Then Superstition Mountain-the last outpost of the range-lifted its forbidding heights before us and glided past while we slipped away into a smiling land of green meadows and fertile farms. The irrigation from Roosevelt Dam has turned Salt River Valley from a desert waste into a Garden of Eden. Through the beautiful little towns of Mesa and Tempe we flew and then into the sunny streets of Phoenix, where we boarded a comfortable Pullman for Los Angeles. Thus ended a happy trip over the Apache Trail. If, like me, you demand the perfect connections and conveniences that go into the making of a de luxe tour, I know that you are going to enjoy this travel route. The Apache Trail trip is an adventure that makes your blood sing, yet you journey there so comfortably and easily by the Sunset Limited of the Southern Pacific on its "Sunshine all the Way" route to California that you are 90 Weaving colorful baskets as only an Indian can bothered by no more details or annoyances than if you were sitting safe at home. Through Pullman cars are operated between New Orleans and Globe on the east and between Los Angeles and Phoenix on the west. Your through ticket in either direction is honored for the side trip with an additional payment of only $10. The Sunset Limited carries a club car with barber shop, shower bath and valet service; an observation car with ladies' lounge, shower bath, maid, manicure and hair-dressing service; and there are sleeping-cars of the latest type, and excellent dining-cars. Should you wish further information, you can obtain a very attractive booklet on the Apache Trail and all the facts pertaining to transportation facilities and schedules upon application to the Southern Pacific Lines, 165 Broadway, New York; 35 West Jackson Boulevard, Chicago; Pan-American Bank Building, New Orleans; Southern Pacific Building, Houston; Score Building, Tucson; Pacific Electric Building, Los Angeles; or Southern Pacific Building, San Francisco. In writing to advertisers please mention SCRIBNER'S MAGAZINE |