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Cap'n Eri. 1904
The Depot Master. 1910
The Woman Haters. 1911
Cy Whittaker's Place (play). 1911
The Postmaster. 1912
The Rise of Roscoe Paine. 1912
Cap'n Dan's Daughter. 1914
Thankful's Inheritance. 1915
Cap'n Warren's Wards (play). 1919
Shavings. (play). 1920
Galusha the Magnificent. 1921
The Rise of Roscoe Paine (movie). 1921
Dr. Nye. 1923
Idle Tongues (movie of Dr. Nye). 1924, 1925
Queer Judson. 1925
Silas Bradford's Boy. 1929
All Alongshore. 1931
Head Tide. 1932
The Ownley Inn. 1939
Out of the Fog. 1940
The Bradshaws of Harniss, 1943
death notice. 1944
farewell. 1944
JCL "gallus-snappers" reference. 1970


Chicago Daily Tribune. Mar 5, 1904; pg. 13

BY JEANNETTE L. GILDER,
Editor of the Critic.

    Mr. Ripley Hitchcock, who was the discoverer and exploiter of "David Harum," has found another rough diamond in "Cap'n Eri." The author of the book is Mr. Joseph C. Lincoln, who has already made a reputation as a writer of short stories. "Cap'n Eri," however, is, I believe, his first novel. It is a story of the New England coast and is full of homely wit with a dash of pathos and a love story. Th love story amounts to more than that in " David Harum "; has more bearing upon the plot. In "David Harum" there was nothing but David, but in "Cap'n Eri" there are other characters who share the center of the stage with him. Cap'n Eri is not as shrewd an old fellow as David Harum. There is not as much sharp horse sense in his sayings. They are kindlier if less pointed.

    The illustrations, by Charlotte Weber, are decidedly out of the ordinary. Miss Weber is a real illustrator as well as a clever artist. Hers are among the illustrations that illustrate, and this can be said of few. Her pencil gives us as typical a picture as Mr. Lincoln's pen.


Chicago Daily Tribune. Jul 13, 1910; pg. 6

Book News and Notes.
CORNELIA BAKER

    Joseph C. Lincoln has painted another of those quaint and simple characters which are associated with the name of this author. The latest one is called "THE DEPOT MASTER," and the book is made up of sketches that have appeared in various magazines. One of the most amusing is that in which Capt. Sol is marooned on an island with a financier who once swindled him. Filling the office of caterer for the time, Capt. Sol charges his victim a price so enormous for each meal that in a short time he is able to reimburse himself for his losses. The canny and kindly old fellow is a blood relation to the other New Englanders with whose activities Mr. Lincoln has been entertaining a large audience. (D. Appleton & Co.)


Chicago Daily Tribune. Jul 11, 1911; pg. 8

New Books.
ELEANOR D GEHR

    Though bearing the identical title, Joseph Lincoln's "THE WOMAN HATERS" (Appleton's) is not the same piece of writing that appeared as a short story in one of the periodicals recently, for the author tells us that when he came to rewrite the first story he realized that he had overlooked so much that virtually a new novel has resulted. Those who read the short story may be interested to see how Mr. Lincoln has changed it, but those who come to the novel with minds unbiased will have nothing to complain of on the score of enjoyment or diversion.

    At the beginning the book is humorous almost to the exclusion of everything else, the two men who for several chapters are the only characters to claim the reader's attention indulging in conversation that would put professional wags, wits, and interlocutors to shame. But after a time, when one is wondering how much longer it will be possible to keep the laugh uppermost, tho serious element of the story enters, which tells how it is that two such effervescing souls should hate anything, especially women. Of course there would have been no story if they had continued in their benighted condition, and so the rest of the book tells how that power which made women beautiful and attractive managed so that two particular women should assume their rightful places in tho lives of those two men.

    The story is amusing and diverting, even though the end is so obvious as to arouse no curiosity in the mind of the experienced novel reader.


Chicago Daily Tribune. Aug 30, 1911. pg.4

Music and the Drama
News of the Theaters.

BY PERCY HAMMOND.
...

    A now b'gosh drama called "Cy Whittaker's Place" is being put together in the east for use at the Whitney Opera house after the departure of "Dear Old Billy" on Sept. 9. It is the product of Joseph Lincoln, a writer unknown to the metropolitan theater and it tells of "the quaint folk of the Atlantic coast," presumably in the vicinity of Cape Cod and a lighthouse. An inspection of the play will be made next week, by A. L. Delamarter, the Whitney impresario, who will then decide whether or not it is fit for exhibition at that theater.


Chicago Daily Tribune. Jun 28, 1912; pg. 9

Chicago Daily Tribune. Jul 6, 1912; pg. 7

Among the New Books
Books for Summer Reading.

    How the celebrated Cap'n Zeb Snow forsook the sea and lost two hats on wagers with his friend, Pike, is the theme of Joseph C. Lincoln's latest story, " THE POSTMASTER " (Appleton's). He wagered Pike that having forsaked the seafaring life, he would remain idle and unmarried. He was in business in a few months. Worse than that, he got into politics, and better than either, he finally finds a wife. Mr. Lincoln knows the New England character, its philosophy, humor, and process of thought. His books are not great literature, but they are " good, readin'," as Cap'n Zeb would say.


Chicago Daily Tribune Nov 23, 1912; pg.8

Season's Offering of New Books
BY CAROLINE A. WILSON.

    Joseph Lincoln's now book,'"THE RISE OF ROSCOE PAINE," is a little off the beaten track of Mr. Lincoln's novels. To be sure, the characters live down on "the cape," but the chief interest of the story lies not in the quaint humor of the villagers, but in the struggle between a Croesus, who is summering there, and Roscoe Paine, gentleman of leisure. The millionaire and his daughter take Roscoe for an uneducated simple native and treat him accordingly, until Roscoe irritates but finally wins the respect of the financier by blocking all his plans. Roscoe's love for the daughter finally brings harmony to both camps and he then begins a career as a business man.

    It is a pleasing little romance, heightened by some clever business deals and made entertaining by the introduction of the favorite Cape Cod characters. (Appleton.)


Chicago Daily Tribune. Mar 21, 1914; Pg. 11

    The Cape Cod village of Trumet is the scene of the greater part of Joseph C. Lincoln's latest novel, " CAP'N DAN'S DAUGHTER " (Appletons). When Capt. Daniel Dott inherited a little money his wife was so severely bitten by the society bee that she would b« content with nothing but removing to a larger place, where she would have opportunity for the display of those social graces she believed she possessed.

    When the couple's daughter returned from college she found her mother fully occupied with clubs and lodge meetings and shamefully neglecting her father. Forthwith she set to work to bring harmony into the family once more, and without taking any one into her confidence persisted in her efforts, although she realized they were misinterpreted by the man she adored, her father, and by the one she was to marry. The story is readable enough, but the characters do not persuade the reader of their genuineness as did those of some of Mr. Lincoln's earlier stories. He has especial skill in drawing the men and "women of the Cape Cod coast, and does not write with the same sureness when depicting characters less typical of that locality.


Chicago Daily Tribune. Jul 17, 1915; pg.8

Joe Lincoln Returns to His Cape Cod Folks

THE rich humor of Joseph C. Lincoln's quaint and original Cape Cod characters— loved so long but lost awhile— may again be enjoyed to the full in "THANKFUL'S INHERITANCE " (Appleton's). In it this creator of rare old down eastern types has struck his old gait, for over and anon there issues an irresistible chuckle over his annals of the boarding house whose struggling and sore perplexed owner "cut the rates so close that she was afraid they'd catch cold in bad weather," and whose constant visitor and unmistakable lover feared he ought "to hang a lantern on his jokes so folks would see 'em quicker," as the roomers' appreciation of his stream of hilarious wit generally arrived on a later train.

    There is kept at white heat interest in the intriguing lawyer, the miserly curmudgeon who took a mortgage on the inheritance, the man who "talked like a parrot with its bill greased," the upright but grossly misunderstood young attorney who loved Thankful's level headed niece and made everything come his way in the end—not to mention the unique backdoor lovers and the equally astounding principals in as risky but well fed a venture as ever startled the ancient dwellers in East Wellmouth.

    All these personages are painted in vivid colors, for their shining light could not be hid under a bushel, much loss beneath the mud resulting from Cape Cod spring deluges which made Thankful wish for gills so's she could breathe under water if she could not come to anchor in any protected harbor. The book is warranted to smooth any wrinkled brow, dissipate any grouch, and insure literal obedience to the familiar and praiseworthy advice to keep smiling.

Chicago Daily Tribune Sep 26, 1915; pg. G4

    Joseph C. Lincoln, whose delightful stories of Cape Cod you probably know —"Thankful's Inheritance" is the last one—"is much like some of the wholesome characters of his own books," confides a friend, " so much so that he is constantly in demand for character theatricals. Not long ago he played 'Uncle Tom' in 'Uncle Tom's Cabin '—declining the part of Little Eva because, he explained, he wasn't quite light weight enough for the ascension scene."


Chicago Daily Tribune. Apr 11, 1919; pg.21

THEATERS

    The Hettons are making a play from Joseph Lincoln's novel, "Cap'n Warren's Wars" for Thomas A. Wise. [sic]

Chicago Daily Tribune. Dec 7, 1919; pg. F2

News of the Theaters

    William H. Crane announces his recrudescence in a b'gosh comedy by Frank Howe, entitled, "Capt. Warren's Wards," adapted from a novel by Joseph C. Lincoln, a novelist.


Chicago Daily Tribune. Feb 29, 1920; pg. F1

Burns Mantle

    There is still good dramatic material in the simple but wholesome lives of those down easterners about whom James A. Herne once wrote so entertainingly. And good comedy value as well. In making a play from one of Joseph Lincoln's Cape Cod stories, "Shavings," Pauline Phelps, and Marion Short have fallen a little short of the possibilities of their subject, but they have not robbed it of its value as entertainment.

    There is a rumor that George Cohan, who is doing a bit of free lancing, now that he has cut himself adrift from the firm of Cohan & Harris as an outcome of the actors' strike last fall, had a hand in refashioning the original script, but the good he did is rather artfully concealed. The second act is still wabbly and much in need of strengthening, and George is usually good at rewriting second acts.

    "Shavings" is the nickname of a village character who has whittled himself into prosperity making toy windmills for children. The fame of his product spreads to Boston and he can sell all the toys he can make. He is cold to the lure of money until an attractive widow moves next door to him. Then he buys himself a suit of store clothes and perks up a bit.

    When the widow's younger brother is accused of theft from the bank in which he is employed "Shavings" hustles around and borrows the money alleged to be missing, swearing he found it where the young man had dropped it, in a corner of his dusty windmill shop. But his sacrifice goes for nothing. There really had been no theft and there was no money missing.

    The widow is duly impressed by the noble act of her good friend, but not sufficiently impressed to want to marry him. She prefers a husky major in the aviation service, and "Shavings " is left with the philosophical observation that any old dog who wastes his time baying at the moon because he is lonesome is a fool dog and no mistake.


Chicago Daily Tribune. Jul 9, 1921; pg.7

Saturday page of book news and reviews

JOSEPH C. LINCOLN.

BY GENEVIEVE FORBES.

JCL 1921    JOSEPH C. LINCOLN, author of "Galusha the Magnificent," a recent Appleton publication, was born in Brewster, Mass,, on Feb. 13, 1870. Brewster is a typical Cape Cod town, settled by the Pilgrims soon after the landing at Plymouth, and was named for Elder Brewster. But Mr. Lincoln's Cape Cod, as portrayed in his stories, couldn't be found on any map.

    "His" Cape Cod is not bounded by stilted lines of latitude nor formal lines of longitude. If it suits the purpose of his story to locate an inlet where nature has built promontory, to erect a village in place of woods and marshes, the author has "never hesitated to do so."

    So it will avail us nothing to try to locate East Wellmouth, Wellmouth Center, or Goulds Bluffs lighthouse in his new "Galusha the Magnificent." Much better to forget the atlas, compass, and scale of miles and enjoy Galusha Bangs, Miss Martha Phipps, and all the rest.


Chicago Daily Tribune. Dec 12, 1921; pg. 18

CLOSEUPS

    Irene Castle's second picture under her present management is from the story of Joseph C. Lincoln, entitled, "The Rise of Roscoe Paine."
[This was released as "No Trespassing."]


Chicago Daily Tribune. Sep 29, 1923; pg. 9

BOOKS

New Cape Cod Story by J.C. Lincoln Gets Special Blue Ribbon

By Fanny Butcher.

    "Doctor Nye," the latest of Joseph C. Lincoln's Cape Cod stories, is the kind of story that is eminently safe for the home and the fireside, and that, one must admit these days, is a special blue ribbon. When you finish it you can't help thinking how decent it is, how good and old fashioned the virtues and the vices recorded in it are.

    There is something about it as open faced as the cape itself, than which in my travels I've never seen any place more so. It is the kind of plot from which Winchell Smith might make a "homely" play at which every one would laugh and cry a little and pity the hero and admire the heroine and come away wondering why apple sauce always makes millionaires in plays and so rarely in books. Not that there is any apple sauce in "Doctor Nye." No one makes a million in it. But every one does really "turn to the right" in the end and in a homely fashion that has been made popular by the popular American dramas of Winchell Smith's manufacture.

    "Doctor Nye" is the kind of story that is a story first of all and a reflection of life afterwards. It is written with the skill of a craftsman who knows what effects he wants to make and makes them. That it seems extremely lifelike in its background and not so much so in its foreground is probably because it is written to amuse and a few concessions to probability have to be made.

    It is the story of a man who, after having been accused of stealing money from a church fund and after having admitted his crime and expiating it by five years in prison and work with the French army as a doctor, returns to his native town to live—quixotically placing himself in a position untenable by any one not the hero of a novel. The way he climbs back into the hearts of his fellow townsmen is the theme of the book—a theme, you must admit, unusual in these days of Freudian complexes and individualistic passions.

    What we used to call "the long arm of coincidence" when I was in college, is active throughout the book, but, granted that one is writing a story, and not making it photograph of life, that long arm is merely one of tho implements of the builder. Besides, as some one has undoubtedly observed long before this, the only thing you can never anticipate in life is what happens.

    "Doctor Nye" is a pleasant book, clean and salty, like the air of the Cape. It isn't a great book—but there are so few great books these days, as the critics (if there were any of our ilk in those days) must have said during the days of Shakespeare and Milton and Dante and Goethe and Flaubert and Dostoevsky, and as they will continue to say in the dawns of all the tomorrows.


Chicago Daily Tribune. Jul 30, 1924; pg. 17

CLOSEUPS

    Percy Marmont, who plays the title role of the Joseph C. Lincoln novel, "Dr. Nye," has for his leading woman, Doris Kenyon. Others in the cast are Malcolm McGregor, Lucille Rickson, Dan Mason, and Ruby Lafayette.

Chicago Daily Tribune. Nov 10, 1924; pg.25

CLOSEUPS

    "Dr. Nye," Joseph C. Lincoln's story of New England life has been made into a picture by Thomas Ince, who has changed the name to "Idle Tongues." First National will soon release the photoplay.


Chicago Daily Tribune. Feb 21, 1925; pg. 13

Mr. Marmont Registers as Man of Woe
And Helps Much to Make 'Idle Tongues' Enjoyable

"IDLE TONGUES"
Produced by First National.
Directed by Lambert Hillyer.
Presented at the State-Lake Theater.

THE CAST.

Dr. Ephraim Nye.........Percy Marmont
Katherine Minot............Doris Kenyon
Judge Copeland......Claude Gillingwater
Fanny Copeland.......Marguerite Clayton
Althea.......................Vivia Ogden
Tom Stone............Malcolm MacGregor
Cyrenus Stone.............David Torrence
Faith Copeland...........Lucille Rickson

By Mae Tinée.

    Good Morning!

    Percy Marmont is becoming the fair-haired child of woe in the movies. He suffers believably and aesthetically. Men watch him work and say, "He seems like a regular fellow." Women wipe their eyes and wish they could do something: for him.

    "If Winter Comes " and "The Clean Heart" were two telling films from a box office standpoint that showed him in woeful quandary. "Idle Tongues," I imagine, will establish him even more firmly in the vale of movie misery.

    This picture is from the story. "Dr. Nye," by Joseph C. Lincoln. A physician takes the blame for a theft committed by some one else and spends five years in the penitentiary as a result. He returns to his home town to find himself an outcast. Clack, clack, clack go the tongues of gossip and derision.

    Judge Copeland, the town's leading citizen, denounces him publicly. Only about four people stand by him. One is tho woman who has always loved him and whom he loves but had not married because of another woman's perfidy.                                :

    After many harrowing adventures, the truth, of course, comes out, and the picture ends on a happy strain of general all around adjustment.

    The acting is all good. There's considerable suspense and considerable action. The director handled his material skillfully.

    See you tomorrow!


Chicago Daily Tribune. Aug 4, 1925; pg. 17

By Mae Tinée.

    Good Morning!

    How's tricks?

        This One Might Have Been Terribly Good

"RUGGED WATERS"

Produced by Paramount.
Directed by Irvin Willat.
Presented at the Diversey theater.

THE CAST.

Norma Bartlett... Lois Wilson
Capt. Bartlett... Wallace Beery
Calvin Homer... Warner Baxter
Myra Fuller... Phyllis Haver
Superintendent Kellog ... J.P. Lockney
Wally Oaks... James Mason

    "Rugged Waters" should have been a heap better picture than it is.

    It's from a sea story by Joseph C. Lincoln. It has an A1cast. It has any number of opportunities for "big moments." but—it lacks "atmosphere" and sincerity. The Lincoln park lagoon could stage storms exactly as convincing as those in which the lifesaving crew are supposed to endanger their lives.

    The story concerns itself with a lifer saving crew on a New England coast who find themselves under the command of a man who proves to be mentally unbalanced. The head man of the crew finally sets the job, and the old man's daughter, after many exhibitions of bravery and sett control.

    Wallace Beery as the skipper has an entirely new sort of role, which he plays nobly. The lack of judicious management that mildews the whole film prevents it from being the great achievement it might well have been.

    Warner Baxter does his best. Ditto Lois Wilson. Phyllis Haver as a village belle and Dot Farley as her mother furnish some, though not a great deal, of comedy. Sets and scenery are a trifle pathetic.

    "Rugged Waters" just ISN'T, but O, what it MIGHT HAVE BEEN!

    [Lovely little theater, the new Diversey!]

    See you tomorrow!

Chicago Daily Tribune. Oct 10, 1925; pg. 16

Books

"Queer Judson" Has Tang of Sea and Life on Cape Cod

JCL 1925    "Queer Judson," by Joseph C. Lincoln. (Appleton.) Joseph C. Lincoln has his own group of admirers, an ever-enlarging one which is not confined to those who have been to Cape Cod, who like the whimsical nauticality of his characters. The reason is that Mr. Lincoln has with every book he has written made more of a story than the last and less of a photograph of amusing Cape Codites. "Queer Judson," his latest, has more of a plot than the others. It is concerned with a young man,who has gone back to his Cape Cod town to face the people whose money his partner absconded with when they were in a bond business. He is called "queer " because he spends his evenings and Sundays making decoys, which he sells and with the money from which he intends to pay back the money which the poorer members of the community invested with him.

    It's not a startling nor an original plot, but Mr. Lincoln's readers demand none of those glitterings from him.

    All they ask is that there shall be a retired sea captain who talks in ahoys and jibs and cruisings. They have him, for a background, in "Queer Judson," but they also have a rich aunt, who leaves her money where it isn't expected, and a brother who gets into deep waters financially and a girl who is loved and almost lost.

JOSEPH C. LINCOLN.
Photo by Boye.


Chicago Daily Tribune. Jan 19, 1929; pg. 11

"Silas Bradford's Boy," by Joseph C. Lincoln. (Appleton.) .

    Silas Bradford's boy, the hero of Joseph Lincoln's latest Cape Cod story, returns to his home town to make his fame and his fortune, but there hangs over him the mysterious sort of thing that happens in a small town, and especially in a small New England town, when the town has another opinion about one of its inhabitants than the inhabitant himself has.


Chicago Daily Tribune. Aug 1, 1931; pg. 6

Joseph C. Lincoln's Yarns Gathered Into Omnibus

    An omnibus volume of Joseph C. Lincoln stories has Just been published by Coward-McCann under the title, "All Alongshore." Although Lincoln has been writing for thirty years, this is only the second volume of short stories be has published. It is the only book from his pen that will appear this year. It contains more than 500 pages, 18 stories of the salty, whimsical, bluff Cape Cod characters that he has made famous.


Chicago Daily Tribune. Jul 29, 1932; pg.13

JOSEPH C. LINCOLN. image

Jos. C. Lincoln Writes a New Cape Cod Tale

"Head Tide" Is a "Good, Man-Sized Story."

BY FANNY BUTCHER " Head Tide," by Joseph C. Lincoln. [Appleton.] Published today.

    CAPE COD la practically the private fictional preserve of Joseph C. Lincoln. Not that other authors have not "poached " or did not have squatter rights before Mr. Lincoln staked out his claim. But Joseph C. Lincoln's name has become synonymous with Cape Cod.

    He has never written about anything else, so far as I know. He started his literary life writing verses in Cape Cod dialect to help sell sketches which he drew. And he knew that dialect  because he was born on Cape Cod and spent his childhood there, and has gone back practically every summer of his life to his native dunes and salt air.

    "Head Tide" is, like the thirty-one volumes which have preceded it in the twenty-eight years since his first novel, "Cap'n Eri," was published [1904], about a Cape Cod community, and it is, like most of the later novels, the story of the conflict between an "import" and the natives.

    The imported character in "Head Tide" is the nephew of the owner and editor of the local paper of Wellmouth Four Corners, a young man whom the elderly native had never known but to whom he left his "fortune," consisting of the small local paper, the Wellmouth Eagle, a small job printing business in connection with the paper, and a few stocks and bonds. The paper was a country weekly, and by 1870—the period of the novel—the Wellmouth Eagle had been controlled for the lifetime of its former editor by a small group of influential Wellmouthians, with the owner of the paper a mere yes-man to them.

    When the young nephew out of the west [Cleveland and Chicago, and a figure of wonder because he actually had ridden in a "sleeper"] arrived in Wellmouth the "group" which had always controlled his uncle offered to buy the paper and the printing business. Something about their eagerness to own the paper, as well as the fact that he hadn't any job and running a country newspaper looked as good as anything to him, combined with the presence in the town of a very pretty and alluring girl, caused Franklin Cobb to decide to settle down in his uncle's home town and try his hand at the great business of being a newspaper owner.

    He was a stubborn young men as well as one with something of the hard, uncompromising righteousness of his New England ancestors in bis blood. When the question of feathering his own nest by going against his principles faced him, he stuck out for the principles and let the down fall where it would.

    One thing that one can always count on in Mr. Lincoln's novels is that the down will always fall on the right spots and happiness will eventually fall on the just. Everything always comes out for the best in the best of all possible worlds In Mr. Lincoln's yarns. Not mawkishly. Just naturally.

    "Head Tide" is a good, man sized story of a good man sized job faced with courage. By this time readers are not so completely bedazzled by the quaintness of Mr. Lincoln's characters as they were at first, for they have become accustomed after thirty-one volumes to the local dialect which drove the readers of "Cap'n Eri " into spasms of glee. But the fundamental tonalities of the native Cape Codders still delight the author's ever increasing circle of admiring readers.


Chicago Daily Tribune. Sep 9, 1939; pg. 14

Chills Abound in This Group of Mysteries

BY AL CHASE.

"Murder and More Murder," by William Roughead. [Sheridan House, $2.50.]
"The Ownley Inn," by Joseph G. and Freeman Lincoln. [Coward-McCann, $2.50.]
"Cold Steal," by Alice Tilton. [Norton, $2.]

    William Roughead, Scots barrister whose "Enjoyment of Murder" was one of the joys of last season to the horror seeker, has compiled another anthology of actual Scottish crimes. "Murder and More Murder" is an ace collection of bloodshed, poisoning, and miscellaneous death—slow moving but sanguinary.

    Joseph C. Lincoln, seasoned Cape Cod novelist, and his son, Freeman Lincoln, have collaborated in another mystery. "The Ownley Inn" is an intriguing little yarn about the theft of a valuable first edition from a college library. The scene shifts to an island off Cape Cod, where the inn is located. There's plenty of mystery, considerable action, much quaint conversation, a romance, and some slugging, but only one death—apparently accidental. The son writes with more skill but not so picturesquely as his father. Together they've turned out an entertaining and well plotted yarn.

    Alice Tilton, who is said to be Phoebe Atwood Taylor, Cape Cod crime expert, has written one of the jolliest murder stories of the season. In "Cold Steal" the actual slaying is so incidental and the victim so disliked by every one that the reader overlooks the slaughter and chuckles his way through this lively and readable Boston suburban mystery. Leonidas Witherall, who looks like Shakespeare and who starred in Miss Tilton's "The Cut Direct," again plays the leading role. He is somewhat overshadowed, however, by two other talkative and humorous characters.


Chicago Daily Tribune. Aug 21, 1940; pg. 18

Three Novels, Each Different, All Interesting

"The Delamer Curse," by Anne Green. [Harpers, $2.50.] Published today.
"Tumbleweeds," by Martha Roberts. [Putnams, $2.50.] Published last Friday.
"Out of the Fog," by Joseph C. Lincoln. [Appleton-Century, $2.50.] Published last Friday.

BY EDITH WEIGLE.

    The first of these three new novels is by an American writer who has spent almost her entire life in France. She is the sister of Julian Green, another well known author.

    "The Delamer Curse" evokes the adjectives "gay," "clever," "intriguing," "mystifying." It is the story of a young girl gifted with clairvoyance and of what happens to her when she emerges from the cocoon-like shelter of her life in an old Paris mansion where she has kept house for years, for her brilliant recluse of a father.
...

    "Tumbleweeds" tells the story of a Mexican family that is like the strange plants that roll along where the wind drives them. They never take root in American soil.

    The Garcias are happy in California until Pedro, the father, loses his job. There are his wife, Concha, and six little children to be fed. One by one they part with the treasured pieces of household furnishings they have accumulated, then they leave their frugal but comfortable home to live in a miserable shack and Concha, realizing that her prayers are not being answered by a job for her husband, tries to support her family by doing housework.
...

    Joseph C. Lincoln writes another Cape Cod novel in "Out of the Fog," but this time it is tinged with mystery. Young George Crockett is found dead in a side road near Wellmouth on a foggy night and Capt. Mark Hanson and Myra Crusit, correspondent for the Ostable County Weekly Item, undertake to find out who killed him. At first they think he has been run down by a hit and run motorist, but before they have delved very far into their clews a number of people are involved, among them the son of the woman Captain Hanson loves.

    The story is the sprightly, humorous, homespun tale for which the author is famous. Lincoln readers will not he disappointed.


Chicago Daily Tribune. Nov. 7, 1943; pg. D11
Bradshaws

    Cover design for "The Bradshaws of Harniss," Joseph C. Lincoln's new novel, published by Appleton-Century. It is a present day story of a peppery old Cape Codder, called back into the saddle because his grandson has gone to war. The book will be reviewed in this section next Sunday.


Chicago Daily Tribune. Nov 14,1943; pg. D18

J. C. Lincoln's 41st Story Is War Romance

"THE BRADSHAWS OF HARNISS," by Joseph C. Lincoln. [Appleton-Century, $2.50.]

Reviewed by John Frederick Nims.

    The admirers of Joseph C Lincoln have much to be grateful for: "The Bradshaws of Harniss." according to an inventory facing the title-page. is his 41st book. Of a man who has written 10 times as many volumes as can be ascribed to some of the greatest names in modern literature, a certain competence may be expected—and a certain lack of earnestness and vigor. In this new novel both expectations are realized.

Mr. Lincoln's competence lies in the fact that he has long since mastered some of the formulas of successful fiction: his stories are rooted in the thoroly American soil of the Cape Cod region; his knowledge of temperament and idiom is sympathetic and first hand; his heroes are lovable, tho impulsive and crusty; his villains are pompous and comic but not detestable; he believes in and preaches the thrifty virtues of the shop keeper; his plots are constructed with ingenuity and a cabinet maker's skill.

     Bradshaw's grocery store, founded in 1817, is as important to this story as the characters whose lives revolve around it. Zenas Bradshaw, nearly 70, is staggered to find that Mark, his only grandson and apparent successor, is neglecting business to putter around the local air field. The story is made up of two related themes: the rather pallid romance of Mark, who becomes a flying cadet, and Emily, the prettiest girl in town; and the effort of ancient Zenas to keep his grocery running in the face of poor health, wartime shortages, and the surly machinations of Emmy's relatives, who are annoyed at her marrying Mark instead of the influential young man they favored.

    Things get worse and worse for Zenas, until his declining fortunes are reversed by the news that Mark, now a pilot, has become a front page hero. Zenas recovers his health; customers return to the store; even the relatives begin to look kindly on the wounded and be-ribboned flyer.

    Altho the complications of plot are pat beyond all probability, many of the minor characters are angular and real; Zenas, too, has the blood of reality in his brave and hardened arteries. But Mark and Emmy are window-dresser's dummies; the author seems to take no interest in them as people; they are mere pivots for the action. The background of political tension is somewhat prosily inserted; there is little sense of the real issues of the war. Technically, the whole story is trim as a cookie-cutter—tho almost as empty.

    But, for all these faults, less critical readers will find this a sturdy and attractive yarn. If the old truths are the best, there is much good in "The Bradshaws of Harniss."


Chicago Daily Tribune. Mar 11, 1944; pg.12

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HEART ATTACK FATAL TO J. C. LINCOLN, 74, CAPE COD NOVELIST

    Winter Park. Fla., March 10 (AP).— Joseph C. Lincoln, 74, who wrote scores of novels centering around the rugged New England Cape Cod section he knew as a boy, died here today at a hotel of a heart attack. Lincoln was an associate editor of the League of American Wheelmen Bulletin until 1899, when he  moved from Boston to New York. His writing career, which saw him turn out two score works, really began in 1902 when he published his "Cape Cod Ballads." Some of his other books were the "Old Home House," "Quahaug," "Extricating Obadiah," "Shavings," "Silas Bradford's Boy," "Cape Cod Yesterdays," and "Great Aunt Lavinia." Lincoln maintained a summer home at Chatham, Mass.


Chicago Daily Tribune. Mar 19, 1944; pg.E11

BOOKS ALIVE

Vincent Starrett

    FOR many readers Russian literature probably is epitomized by E. B. Osborn's humorous description of a Russian novel .... " Page after page the rain pours down steadily, making an infinity of infinitesimal splashes on the gray surface of the Bug or some other beastly river, and incessantly the five geese walk in single file thru the muddy byre, splashing in the malodorous puddles and making rude noises with their yellow beaks. Nothing else really happens till you get to page 479, when the old man asleep on the stove wakes up and says, 'My God!' and then goes to sleep again."  ...                 (relevance to Joe Lincoln? None. I just love the quote!)                                                           \

Four Authors Gone.

    Four good men of letters are gone within [as I write] the last two days: Henarik Willem Van Loon, Joseph C. Lincoln, Irvin S. Cobb, Cutcliffe Hyne. All deserve the tribute of sincere regret; they gave much pleasure to their readers and in their best work, I think, they will survive. Van Loon, who simplified history so pleasantly with pen and brush, should become a children's classic. We never met, but I know he was a kindly man. Years ago some obscure stanzas of mine caught his eye and pleased him, and there dropped on me from the blue one of the original drawings with which he had illustrated his "Story of Mankind." A note of appreciation was scribbled in a corner of the sketch; it was his way, he said, of saying "Thank you." That is something I like to remember.

    Cutcliffe Hyne was the creator of Captain Kettle, once a figure of romance almost as popular as. Sherlock Holmes. I hunted diligently for a copy of "The Adventures of Captain Kettle" a few weeks ago, when I was feverishly running down spy stories for a publisher, for I am sure the "little red captain" was a secret agent of his government more than once, but apparently the book has vanished. There were a number of sequels, all excellent, in one of which, I recall, the captain himself vanished, and the grateful British government erected a statue to him, but only in the story, of course. He was shown, said the author, flourishing a sword—"the only weapon he had never used."

Why Women Have Cold Hands.

    Cobb, whose principal character was Judge Priest, a likable Kentuckian of the vintage type, was one of the best raconteurs of his time. One day at the Lambs they were discussing why men who approached a large open fire invariably stood with their backs to it. Cobb offered an explanation. When Noah's Ark sprung a leak, he said, a dog shoved his nose into the aperture and carried on until the cold was too much for him. Then Mrs. Noah held her hands over It until she too had to give up. Thereafter Noah sat on the opening until the chill became unbearable. "And that," said Cobb, "is why a dog's nose is always cold, a woman's hand chilly, and a man stands with his back to the fire."

    Four good men who loved good stories, and. have left us many. Hail, and farewell!


Chicago Tribune Aug 5, 1970; pg. 22

BOOKS today

A Review by Digby B. Whitman

Trapped by an Island

THE CANNIBAL ISLE by William Stevens. Atlantic-Little, Brown, 337 pages, $6.95.

    •  IN FICTION as in fact, Cape Cod and the Massachusetts offshore islands are places to visit and leave, not inhabit. Except for Joseph C. Lincoln's two-dimensional gallus-snappers, the only novel with a Cape setting I can recall is Henry Hough's "The Port." Other stories begin or end on Cape Cod, or drop by briefly on the way somewhere else, probably because to give the Cape area a whole book would require living there a whole year —something which no writer except Lincoln and Hough has ever been able to put up with.

    William Stevens begins his stunning new novel by wiping Cape Cod and Martha's Vineyard off the map and replacing with "Cobb's Anvil" and a "Cokeberry Island." But so extraordinary is the realism he imparts to his fictitious island that the reader will soon stop substituting its factual prototype. You start the book thinking there's no such place as Cokeberry Island. You end it thinking there wasn't, but there is now.

    Peter and Norma Frame, a literate and aspiringly literary couple, are year-round islanders. Their story is unfolded simultaneously on two levels of time: their separate pasts and their joined present. They have not so much chosen Cokeberry as been trapped by it. Drawn further and further into the island's glutinous embrace, Peter and Norma take on more and more of its character and color. Their creative energies are drained by poverty and the need to grub for grocery and whisky money; they sap each other's strengths; their talents age from bud to rot without ever having ripened. A morsel at a time, Cokeberry eats them.

    Their youth and courtship, the trails that brought the Frames together and to Cokeberry, are so smoothly linked into the story as to make me reject the term "flashback" and look helplessly for a better one. The past scenes do not interrupt the present narrative. They advance it; they are made part of it. Past and present become the two halves of a seamless and beautifully realized whole.

    •  THERE ARE the natives. There are the transplants like the Frames. And there is the summer horde, multiplying Cokeberry's population tenfold three months in the year. All these elements are introduced, a specimen at a time and in the round, in effortless, economical prose.

    I thought Stevens' last book, "The Gunner," one of the best novels of World War II. "The Cannibal Isle" is a step forward on every front—prose clarity, character delineation, plot and story development—from "The Gunner." If he has a potential weakness, and if it is a weakness, it is in the direction of over-communication. Stevens makes even his subtleties so clear, even his shadings so sharp, that we never have to reach for them. Perhaps he should let us do a little more of the work.

    But with so many writers making us work so hard at small messages, we can be grateful for one with a big one who delivers it all the way.

    Mr. Whitman is a midwest writer and critic.