He writes in octaves, striking instinctively all the chords of humor, tragedy, pathos, and romance with either hand. Observe this man, in his thirty-seventh year, possessing gifts the limitations of which even he himself has not yet recognized.
There seem to be no pinnacles along the horizon of the literary future that are beyond him. If he uses his pen for an Alpine stock, the Matterhorn is his.
Some critics and reviewers do not entirely agree with me concerning Cobb; but they will.
EUROPE REVISED BY OLD IRV COBB
BY ORSON LOWELL