Lew Sarett

              192 ?
Never data

Figure

LEW SARETT
Woodsman
In Thrilling Lectures
The Children God Forgot
and
Many, Many Moons



The Children God Forgot

STIRRING STORIES FROM THE WOODLAND
Lew Sarett is coming from the wilds of upper Ontario to tell us the story of The Children God Forgot. Out of ten years of thrilling experiences in the pathless forests of the north country Sarett will pour his story of wilderness folk and wilderness ways—of trails, tepees and tenderfeet.

He will take us over the vanishing Indian trails of the last frontier and under the spell of his oratory we will see the beauty and majesty of the primal woods and will learn to love the children of the forest—the laughter-loving, steel-spined, elemental types which the frontier produces.



WILDERNESS COSTUME
Sarett will wear the costume of the wilderness guide and will tell tales in the dialect of the French-Canadian.  He will sing the songs of the Chippewas, rollicking squaw dance songs and the plaintive lullabies of Indian mothers.  He will play Indian music and dance the weird dances of the medicine men.  He will impersonate, with remarkable realism, the Chippewa chiefs as they deliver with aboriginal power and naive humor, their council talks at the tribal pow wows.  Throughout the address Mr. Sarett will introduce several of his original wilderness poems.



SPIRIT OF THE OPEN AIR
Here is a lecture out of the ordinary; it throbs with the spirit of the great out-of-doors and brings with it the tang of the pine woods and the sparkle of mountain streams.  It cannot be secured from books, it comes from the mighty book of nature.





Many, Many Moons
Mr. Sarett's Newest Lecture.
This new lecture-recital takes its title from Mr. Sarett's latest book of verse, just published by Henry Holt & Co., New York, and while including some of the best things from his previous lecture, will feature his latest poems, and has a decided literary flavor.

In this lecture, or recital, Mr. Sarett will read and impersonate many of his Indian poems, which are now attracting so much attention in the book world.


Figure




SARETT UNUSUAL
Lew Sarett is like no one else.  His life story reads like a romance, and shows what a poor boy with ambition and a willingness to work can accomplish.  He came to this country when a mere lad with his parents, poor immigrant folk, and sold papers on the streets, until one day the ambition came to get an education and be someone.  It is a far call from selling papers to holding down the chair of public speaking at Northwestern University, and would be possible no where but in America.

This forest ranger, woodsman, and guide, in the Canadian North and Rocky Mountains, has seen life and brings into his platform work a breath of the out of doors and the pine woods and wilderness folk that is unique, worthwhile and refreshing.

If you fail to hear him you will miss the great treat of the season.

It is worth the price of admission to hear him give his wilderness calls of the furry and feathery friends he has met.




FROM SARETT'S PUBLISHERS.
In their announcement of Mr. Sarett's new book of verse, Many, Many Moons, Henry Holt & Co. have the following to say concerning him:

For ten years Lew Sarett worked in the North Country among the Indians as a guide and woodsman.  Out of the tall timber of the land of K'cheegamee he came with his book, Many, Many Moons.  In it he has captured the spirit of the wilderness and of its Indians.  He divides his book into three parts.  The author,—known among the Indians as Pay-shig-ar-deek, or Lone-Caribou,—devotes Part I to the medicine chants, the primitive love songs and the dances of the Red Man, a peculiar contradictory type combining droll humor, tragedy, and beautiful spirituality; one moment a bizarre character stamping and grunting, bedecked in the finery of eagle feathers and a battered derby, and the next a child of nature, who knows her every mood and who sings and talks to her in the language of winds and waterfalls.  In these poems are new melodies, the weird tunes of the medicine rattle and the tomtom, and the woodnotes of the Indian flute.  Part II is a lyric interlude devoted to the wood sounds, and scenes which the Indian knows, rather than to the Indian himself.  In it the wolf, the white-throat, and the loon utter their night-cries.  Part III contains a group of humorous and tragic council-talks, unusual dramatic monologues.  The book concludes with a tragic note as the Red Man, in a vivid allegory, drowns beneath wave after wave of white men.



TRIBUTE BY OPIE READ.
Lew Sarett vizualizes the Indian and the wilderness as never hitherto painted.  He makes us feel the atmosphere in which the Indian lives; and the Indian out of his atmosphere is like a cornstalk pulled up by the roots.  He came out of the forest and the children of the wild follow him.  With them they bring their mystic song and their throbbing oratory.  We forget that it is Sarett, so convincing is he; and then at last recognize the artist.

(Signed) OPIE READ.



REDPATH VAWTER
MANAGEMENT

Cedar Rapids, Iowa