The Atlantic Monthly, Vol. 101
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Excerpt from The Atlantic Monthly, Vol. 101: A Magazine of Literatute, Science, Art, and Politics Whatever may be said in extenuation of magazine editions, it must be admitted that they confuse the calendar. They keep a private Christmas in midsummer, and Easter by the first snowfall. If the Atlantic´s editor wishes to say Happy New Year to the patrqns of the magazine, he is forced to write in November the words which he would prefer to speak, two months later, at some real banquet of the Atlantic´s readers. A year ago, the Toastmaster remembers, he was writing his New Years greeting in a sunny window-seat in Florence. Two cabmen, lazily exchanging Tuscan epithets on the square beneath the window, distracted his attention as he meditated upon the Atlantic´s coming semi-centennial and composed with due piety a few paragraphs about Turning the Old Leaves. And he said to himself, "This is poor writing, but that may be the cabmen´s fault. At worst, it gives a good title for another January greeting, after the anniversary is over. That shall be called Turning the New Leaves." And so, in fulfilment of this year-old editorial engagement, Turning the New Leaves it shall be. After all the kindly wishes which the Atlantic´s semi-centennial has brought, and with the abundant space which the anniversary number devoted to the founders, no one will be likely to think that the magazine is unmindful of its past, or ungrateful for the tributes to its ancient achievements. We have been having a sort of family reunion, when the talk has turned naturally upon old scenes, half-forgotten incidents, and vanished personages; things dear to the family circle, although elsewhere unintelligible. But the reunion is over now. The old leaves have all been turned, gently, humorously, or with regret. The Atlantic for 1908 is waiting to be read, and it will be read because its subscribers enjoy what it contains to-day, and not because Ralph Waldo Emerson was a contributor to the first number. Men and women who are alive and writing - not dead and famous - make the Atlantic what it is. They write as well as their fathers did. Excluding the first half-dozen names of the older generation, as representing heights of poetry and imaginative prose unreached to-day, the children write even better than their fathers, and they have a greater variety of interesting things to say. No one can have read the four articles in the November number, comparing 1857 and 1907 as regards the state of politics, literature, art, and science, without becoming freshly aware that we are living in a world of new conditions. Some things dear to Atlantic readers of the old sort have disappeared forever, but the life of America - which it is the object of this magazine to reflect and to interpret - was never so various, vigorous, and right-minded as it is this very morning. No one need dwell among the tombs. A magazine cannot endeavor to offer the hospitality of its pages to writers representing these new varieties of training, conviction, and experience, without wounding some sensibilities. The Toastmaster gives the floor to many kinds of speakers. Sometimes, in truth, he gets anxious during their remarks and looks at his watch. Occasionally the audience, in turn, looks anxious, and possibly some one gets up and goes out. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com
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