In book form, some pieces which appeared in the New York Journal-American and were syndicated from there, in which a definitely fond father records some of the more appealing sayings and fractious doings of his three sons. This is sentimental stuff, without the particular subtlety or charm of John Mason Brown, but casual, recognizable, as he touches on his children's response to God, to school, their friends, their tonsillectomies and broken bones, travel, and the parental pangs as they grow up- and away-too quickly. As such, it is pleasant, incidental reading.