Devout, witty, eclectic, quite pompous, In Armour Bright is typical Frank Scully and should please those who enjoyed his previous autobiographical case histories, Cross My Heart and This Gay Knight. With the emergence of interest in Doctors Casey and Kildare, this will perhaps enjoy an even greater readership. Scully's earliest reminiscences about his childhood in Long Island City are hardly notable. But to those acquainted with the homogeneous squalor of his old neighborhood, to those who know Woodside, Corona and Ravenswood, the fact that the young man survived his environment may prove even more amazing when his ensuing successful victories over bleeding ulcers, incipent t.b., and an infirm heart. There are various profiles here of great men with whom he has had some contact: John Steinbeck, Scott Fitzgerald, Thomas Mann, Charlie Chaplin and Dreiser. In the case of the latter three, Scully's rather snide denunciations seem to have been precipitated by either disapproval or by a breach in manners which hardly would justify such scathing vituperations. To those who sit in other camps, the author's emblazoned wrath can be irritating.