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magazine called Success, the editors of which were Samuel Merwin and Howard Brubaker, who has been writing for the New Yorker until just recently (March 1952). I don't know whether Sam Merwin is dead or not.

William H. and Wallace I. Irwin appeared out of San Francisco into the scene about this time. They were a layer older than I was and were well established. Bill Irwin always says that he was the first man who took me dancing in New York. I dare say it's true. I must have met them very early, and I did go dancing with Bill Irwin. He was a very good dancer. I liked to dance. I just remember that we went dancing and that he was very pleasant. He and Wallace had already arrived in a literary way. They had published. Wallace Irwin wrote Letters of a Japanese Schoolboy. They were friends of Mary Austin out of the old San Francisco days. I didn't meet Mary Austin right then, I'm pretty sure, although I knew her well later. She was a great deal older than I was. She was older than the Irwins were.

Miss Roseboro was one of the most significant people I've ever met. She was S.S. McClure's story editor. She was story editor for a good many other people too, later, and before. She was really the old-fashioned literary lady just deeply dyed in knowledge of literature, knowledge of words,