This little item scarcely rates a paragraph. But lest the incautious reader might be lured by the title, let's say it is a dissection ""of loves I have had""- and still remain ""the cautious bachelor"". In an introduction, the author, claiming to be an Englishman who comes to America at twenty three, defines his book ""not fiction, it is history....one man's experience with the American girl"". A ""jungle warfare"" he considers it, and then proceeds to chart the course:- the experienced philanderer, who gave him the basic training he needed; the girl student in the New England college where he taught; all types of Village Bohemians, nudists et al; wives of friends; glamourpusses; cynics; girls on the make and so on. An unsavory lot, and there's nothing in the least degree alluring about the chase herein depicted. It isn't even shocking. It's dull.