Pennsylvania State University, 243 pp., $7.50
The Savoy swaggered into precarious existence in 1895 with a name borrowed from the new London hotel. It offered thereby, a little facetiously, the same guilty plushness as the Yellow Book, then in trouble because it was assumed, mistakenly, to be the yellow volume that Oscar Wilde was carrying at the time of his arrest. The Savoy failed to supplant its rival and expired in 1896, after eight numbers, with a graceful editorial alas.
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