ABSTRACT
OF all the delightful books of essays that I have read within recent years the most delightful is Dr. Frank Crane’s Just Human. These little essays are literary gems. They are considered verdicts on life and its varied phases. They are shrewd, penetrating criticisms of man’s wayward ways. They ripple with laughter. They flash with wit and humour, but with all their seeming gaiety we hear the subdued sighs and sense the suppressed tears of humanity. They are all this and more. They administer gentle rebuke to man’s vanity; they inculcate the pursuit of goodness for goodness sake. No new doctrine to be sure, but one, which needs constant re-iteration, for it is so apt to fall into neglect and oblivion.
