"But, Gregory, it makes no difference ... the argument is settled, let
platform orators like Bryan tilt at windmills all they may."
"The hell it doesn't make a difference! if you professors are worth your
salt, you won't let a Chautauqua man get by with such bunco."
* * * * *
The writing of my fairy drama progressed amain.
I mailed a copy of it to Penton Baxter, who said that it had genuine
merit. Was not great, but showed great promise.
Henry Belton, from London, wrote me that it was beautiful and fine, but
too eccentric for production in even the eccentric theatre.
And Belton kept deluging me with Single Tax pamphlets. And I wrote him
hot letters in reply, villifying the Single Tax theory and upholding
revolutionary Socialism. And he grew angry with me, and informed me that
he had meditated keeping me in his patronage longer, but I was so
obdurate that he would end my remittance with the six months ... as, in
fact, was all that was originally promised me.
I replied that it made no difference ... that I would be always grateful
to him. His letters stopped. The money stopped. But I went on living at
the Y.M.C.A., charging up rent ... said that I was nearing the end of my
rope again, glad because I had shown to myself that I was capable of
sustained creative effort.
* * * * *
Many well-known men came to Laurel for lectures to the students.
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