This is a disappointment from Bill Mauldin, but if we hadn't raised our sights so high with his Up Front and had our opinions challenged in his Back Home, we'd probably feel this a delightful and refreshing human interest story. It is an account of a boyhood in a rather odd family in New Mexico. Pop was a character more entertaining to read about than to be related to. He was not lazy. In fact he drove himself- and others- unmercifully until he got bored with the project in hand and had the glimmer of a new idea. His junk pile was famous; the rehabilitation of antique engines played an important part in some of these projects, whether mining, reclaiming swamps, or bootlegging. The story shifts from Mountain Park in the Sacramentos to New Mexico, Arizona and back again. It is unpretentious refashioning of remembered incidents and personalities, often funny, often original but somehow not as individual as Mauldin's other books. The illustrations are decorative and bolder in black and white-not the cartoon type of work we expect from Mauldin. The market is a somewhat new one for him-those who like the nostalgic family stories.