It is common practice for a pipsqueak versifier to identify himself with a better poet by stealing his lines. But for a minor poetess to accuse a minor poet of stealing her queer numbers is something again. Last week Nathalia Crane, Brooklyn child "prodigy," author of a book called Lava Lane which amazed critics by its pomposity, its facility, its jaw-dislocating decasyllabics, and by the fact that it had been written by a person not yet adolescent, wrote a letter to the editor of the New York World in which she intimated certain things...
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