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Publication date: 1 May 1939

ALL who have visited Liverpool for any length of time have affection for her. She lies alongside a noble river, watched over by the lofty Liver building and the perhaps more…

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ALL who have visited Liverpool for any length of time have affection for her. She lies alongside a noble river, watched over by the lofty Liver building and the perhaps more architecturally perfect offices of the Mersey Dock authorities. Even in these days, when the very largest ships have been diverted to Southampton, splendid vessels come from and go to the ends of the earth almost daily. The river is the essential fact about Liverpool; she was born of the river and her waterfront is one of the world's rendezvous. As a city she compares favourably with any English town, and perhaps excels most in her few splendid buildings, amongst which the new and rapidly growing Cathedral takes first rank.

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New Library World, vol. 41 no. 10
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ISSN: 0307-4803

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Publication date: 1 January 1939

MURIEL STEEL

THERE comes a time when the youth looks either like a man in boy's dress or like a boy in man's dress. Girls at this stage are unkindly, though accurately, termed gawky. Dress is…

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THERE comes a time when the youth looks either like a man in boy's dress or like a boy in man's dress. Girls at this stage are unkindly, though accurately, termed gawky. Dress is one of the outward manifestations of the difficulties that beset youth: a less obvious but not less real problem is that presented in his reading.

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Library Review, vol. 7 no. 1
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Publication date: 1 August 1934

MURIEL STEEL

ONE can hardly imagine a time when there were no books to be read and no people to read them; no struggling authors, no hard‐boiled or generous publishers, no ironical or…

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ONE can hardly imagine a time when there were no books to be read and no people to read them; no struggling authors, no hard‐boiled or generous publishers, no ironical or sympathetic critics, and no avid and appreciative readers. Now there are millions of copies of books to be read and millions of people to read them. I think a world without books would be like a house without windows. Every book gives another view of life: some lovely and inspiring, others ugly and depressing, and others views of folly and fun and laughter. There are books for all tastes and moods.

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Library Review, vol. 4 no. 8
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Publication date: 1 May 1936

MURIEL STEEL

I HAVE been asked to write on the subject of light reading for leisure hours: books of the kind you take away with you on holiday: books you pick up to pass away an hour of…

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I HAVE been asked to write on the subject of light reading for leisure hours: books of the kind you take away with you on holiday: books you pick up to pass away an hour of pleasant idleness. The subject I find difficult enough in prospect, for, intermingling with reading of more significance, such books are apt to slip quickly from memory. On the other hand, those that do come to mind will have made a special appeal and be worthy of mention, whether on account of originality, piquancy, beauty, or wit.

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Library Review, vol. 5 no. 5
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Publication date: 1 April 1946

MAY is an early month for a conference. Blackpool in May has perhaps not the ideal climatic conditions that might be hoped for, if not always realized, at Torquay. But we are so…

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MAY is an early month for a conference. Blackpool in May has perhaps not the ideal climatic conditions that might be hoped for, if not always realized, at Torquay. But we are so glad to have a chance of reunion after the war that we are grateful there is a town which can take us in May if at no other time. If any are found ready to complain of time or place let them consult their own personal difficulty in finding somewhere to spend a holiday this summer; that difficulty, multiplied a thousand‐fold is the dilemma of any association that seeks to confer in body in the genial months. May, then, which in spite of the poets is a bleak if sometimes sunny month, will be accepted and made the best of.

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New Library World, vol. 48 no. 9
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Publication date: 1 August 1934

DONALD CARSWELL

AS there is a traditional connection between literature and licensed premises, I may begin (though it be to my detriment) with a tavern reminiscence. Some years ago, at a highly…

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AS there is a traditional connection between literature and licensed premises, I may begin (though it be to my detriment) with a tavern reminiscence. Some years ago, at a highly decorous hour in the evening I got myself into a quiet corner of an old‐fashioned Hampstead house, having it in mind to turn over the pages of an advance copy of a new book in which I took a special interest. I suppose my pre‐occupation looked unsociable. Anyhow, it was remarked by a group of local tradesmen, substantial men all, and one a borough councillor. It was the borough councillor, I think, that checked me. “Well, Mr. C,” he boomed out,—it is a point of London public‐house etiquette, the origin of which would be worth investigation, that you must never take the liberty of addressing a gentleman by his surname but only by its initial—“Well, Mr. C, that must be a very interesting book. Something by old Edgar Wallace, eh?” “No,” I said, “I only wish it were,” and yielded up the book to his outstretched hand. He examined it with the curiosity of an unspoiled savage. “Nice lookin',” he murmured, “but not much in my line o' country, I should say.” Then at the sight of the title‐page he exploded. “Gawd, Mr. C, did you write all this?” I confessed that I had, and at once found myself the object of, I can't say the admiration of the group, but of their profoundest interest. The volume was passed round, fingered and frowned over and returned to me. A few seconds of embarrassed silence followed; but presently the borough councillor thrust his hands well into his trouser pockets, fixed his eyes upon the dim distance of the four‐ale bar, thoughtfully swayed backwards and forwards and spoke. “Well, I don't think I've ever read a book—not in all my life,” he said. His friends breathed something that was too slight to be called a sigh but was unmistakably an inchoate “hear, hear.” The matter then dropped. I stole humbly away, leaving them to continue their wrangle about Chelsea and the Arsenal (or it may have been Jimmy Wilde or the Lincolnshire—I cannot, as Mr. Belloc would say, be positive which).

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Library Review, vol. 4 no. 8
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Publication date: 1 August 1934

GEORGE SCOTT MONCRIEFF

I HAVE been divorced from the main body of my books for four years now. Poverty and a wandering life made it regrettably necessary for me to put them into storage, packed in tea…

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I HAVE been divorced from the main body of my books for four years now. Poverty and a wandering life made it regrettably necessary for me to put them into storage, packed in tea chests, in a London warehouse. But now that I am the tenant of a cottage in the south of Scotland, and now that my life wears a more settled aspect, the day approaches when I shall be reunited with seven hundred volumes, the cream of the library of my grandfather, of that of my uncle, and of my own acquisitions.

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Library Review, vol. 4 no. 8
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Publication date: 1 January 1939

G.E. FUSSELL

HOW old is old? If it were not that there were, at least for practical purposes, no English farming books before the age of printing, that question would intrigue me vastly�…

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HOW old is old? If it were not that there were, at least for practical purposes, no English farming books before the age of printing, that question would intrigue me vastly— because I should not know how to begin writing this essay. Fortunately, however, any scruples I may have are removed by a matter of fact. The first English farming book was published in the third decade of the 16th century. It was Fitzherbert's Boke of Husbandry, issued in 1523.

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Library Review, vol. 7 no. 1
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Publication date: 1 May 1938

FOR many years the LIBRARY REVIEW has provided a service of Irish news in the form of letters sent by Irish librarians. The correspondence has proved interesting, not only to our…

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FOR many years the LIBRARY REVIEW has provided a service of Irish news in the form of letters sent by Irish librarians. The correspondence has proved interesting, not only to our Irish colleagues themselves, but also to librarians in Britain and overseas. It served to supplement the news published in the official Irish magazine, An Leabharlann, in virtue of the fact that it usually covered the library field in the North as well as in the South. The letters have mainly been amiable, but in our Autumn number our correspondent made the following statement: “In your Summer number I read your notice of As I Was Going Down Sackville Street by Dr. Gogarty. This book has been well read in Ireland, but an injunction has been taken out against it, greatly to the regret of most people of liberal mind, but much to the satisfaction of the perfervid Gaels who, as followers of Mr. De Valera, are leading the nation up the garden path to a waste land in which we will croon our ancient songs and hymns of hate in bad Gaelic. There are those of my friends—few enough in number I may say—in favour of Irish language studies, but the majority of average Irishmen are simply being driven into the movement. In their heart of hearts they loathe the Gallicization of the country, but they remember a period when to criticise would possibly have meant a stab in the back, tarring and feathering, or some other sadistic pubishment …” It is not necessary to quote the remainder of the letter, and those particularly interested may read it for themselves in the number in which it appeared. Naturally enough, some of our Irish colleagues do not see eye to eye with our correspondent, and have protested to us, and, in terms of our general policy, we are pleased to publish their protests, along with the detached observations of two other colleagues.

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Library Review, vol. 6 no. 5
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Publication date: 1 June 1938

TRAVELLING from King's Cross by the “Flying Scotsman” one day last Summer, the Editor found himself at tea‐time in the excellent company of an American lady. Not much was being…

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TRAVELLING from King's Cross by the “Flying Scotsman” one day last Summer, the Editor found himself at tea‐time in the excellent company of an American lady. Not much was being said, but he gathered that the lady was bookish, and that she was from the Middle West. Taking the chance, he asked her how Dr. Bostwick was keeping, and the query elicited the fact that the lady was Dr. Bostwick's chief of staff in the Reference Department of St. Louis Public Library, and that she carried a name well‐known to librarians everywhere. Since going home, Miss Katharine T. Moody has been good enough to send an interesting letter, and we have now received her permission to quote from it:

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Library Review, vol. 6 no. 6
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