Life — November 15, 1906 — page 30: what you’re looking at

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N DRIVING through a certain part of New England where a number of writers have bought farms and made their summer homes, I remarked to a farmer’s wife who lived in their midst that there seemed to be a good many literary people in that neighborhood. “Yes,” she replied, with a certain air of resignation, “there are quite a few—but we don’t mind them.” I wish that I could quote the tone of voice in which this remark was made. It was that more than the words—though the words are amusing enough, particularly as Mark Twain was one of the literary people to whom she alluded.—Putnam’s Monthly, EV. FREDERIC ARNOLD, in his recent “Reminiscences of a Literary and Clerical Life,” tells an amusing anecdote illustrative of the mistakes sometimes made by editors of periodicals in their judgments on contributed articles. Mr. Arnold wrote, for a popular relig: ious serial, articles on some Parisian topics, which the editor told him would never do. “Now, here,” he continued, taking up the last number of a magazine, “we have an article about Paris of the right kind. If you would only write like this fellow, it might do.” ‘My dear sir,” replied Mr. Amold, “if you will look at the article you will find that I am the author of it. You will find my initials at the end.” The editorial critic candidly withdrew his objections and accepted the contri butions. OUBLEDAY, PAGE AND COMPANY, the publishers of ‘Puck of Pook’s Hill,” send us this bit of gossip about Kipling. It seems it is his habit “to prowl through the village of Burwash, which lies near his farm in Susser, England. One day two years ago he went intozt old bookshop and picked up a time-worm history of Sussex. He began to read the volumes, and became absorbed in them. Finally, he bougit the set. When he brought the books home Mrs Kipling asked: ‘Why did you buy these olf books?’ ‘Iam going to get a book out of thea’ replied Kipling.” The result is the series Sussex tales now published.—New York Evenitg Post. At THE Authors’ Club, in New York, Ric ard Le Gallienne, the English poet, said ore day of poetry, according to the Baltimore Sun: “The poet was once the mouthpiece of the nation, Honors and wealth were showered 0 him. To be a poet was to be a king. “But now a poet is nothing. He cannot em? living. I doubt if an industrious poet, Wo eight hours a day, could make one-half as ™¥¢ as an industrious bricklayer. Were it not advertising poetry ””—— Mr. Le Gallienne smiled. “The other day,” he said, ‘meeting a poet ! asked in a low voice: “Well, how is poetry now ?”