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McClure was a personality. William Dean Howells, Mr. Gilder and S. S. McClure were all the type of men that wherever they went you know they had been. If they came into a picture show, a party or a meeting you were aware that somebody important was there. Parties were very simple in those days. They were held in the evenings. Coffee, cake and sandwiches were served with a minimum of liquor - very little. Except that at a very gay party which was in celebration of something there would be champagne.

Another man who was up in Cos Cob was Don Seitz of the World. I knew him. I used to go to Cos Cob regularly. My period was much later than Mr. Twatchtman. He was dead by the time I ever went to Cos Cob, but his paintings were all ground and his students were all around. Mr. Hassam I knew very well. He was always there. The school was over, but the tradition of going to the Holley House in Cos Cob was there. Mr. Hassam used to tell a story that he once mailed a letter in Constantinople addressed to Mrs. Holley, America, and it reached Mrs. Holley at Cos Cob, Connecticut. I don't know whether that's true or not, but the boarding house was very well known to the artist world.

The artist world was in those days a rather beloved world. People liked artists. They didn't think they were punks. They liked them and thought they were rather nice, delicate, superior people.