My Ten Years in the Studios
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By LITTLE, BROWN
ONE puts up cheerfully, as a rule, with being bored a little by’ the people one likes and admires, provided they do not overdo it. Mr. Arliss’s book skirts the edge of this proviso. Its substance is thin, its style is plantigrade, and its humor is the desolating kind of thing that Mark Twain used to call ‘manufactured humor.’ Nevertheless Mr. Arliss’s gifts are so excellent and satisfying when exercised in their proper sphere that millions of people are devoted to him and are conscious - happily conscious — of being greatly in his debt; and not one of them will look askance at his indifferent success when he appears before them in the unfamiliar character of an author.