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knowledge of style and a passionate lover of good style and good writing. None of this slap-dash trumpery stuff could ever get past her.

She was the person who discovered 0. Henry and published him. He was in prison and he sent under an anonymous name with a fake address a story to McClure's Magazine which he had apparently written in prison. He told us later that he had written it in prison. He was always very delicate in talking about that period of his life. He didn't like to talk about it. He never spoke of it. I knew him well through Miss Roseboro. He used to come to Greenwich House. He lived in 9th Street. I remember the night he died.

He was a nice person - good, kind, gentle. He was an awfully gentle man who was somewhat restrained and self-protective. He was concerned about other people and always willing to do a favor for them, but he was not a showy person at all. He was very quiet in his personal relations. There was none of the sitting around, drinking and telling stories business.

Ernest Pools, Leroy Scott. Howard Brubaker, and Arthur Bullard were all friends. Arthur Bullard wrote a book called Comrade Yetta. He wrote other books too, but that's the only one that comes to my mind at the moment. It was not a very