Few authors could call forth such an aggregation of literary ladies and gentlemen as greeted Sherwood Anderson recently in Manhattan. The editor of The Dial was seen hobnobbing with the editor of The Saturday Rveiew, Louis Untermeyer, William Rose Benét, Floyd Dell and Louis Bromfield found themselves at the same table. Yet of all the unusual happenings of an unusual gathering, perhaps the most appealing to the sense of incongruity was the meeting (they did not actually meet) of H. L. Mencken and Stuart Pratt Sherman. These pen-enemies were in the same...
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