The isolated prospector rides twenty miles to see the same film that is displayed on Broadway.

There is not a civilized or half-civilized land but may read the Whitmanesque message in time, if once it is put on the films with power.

Photoplay theatres are set up in ports where sailors revel, in heathen towns where gentlemen adventurers are willing to make one last throw with fate.
On the other hand, as a recorder Whitman approaches the wildest, rawest American material and conquers it, at the same time keeping his nerves in the state in which Swinburne wrote Only the Song of Secret Bird, or Lanier composed The Ballad of Trees and The Master.

J.W.

Alexander's portrait of Whitman in the Metropolitan Museum, New York, is not too sophisticated.