The Globe was running a forum, suddenly stopped, as to whether people of genius and artistic temperament should be allowed more latitude than ordinary folk....
As Hildreth and I rode down Broadway together, side by side, unrecognised, on a street car, we saw plastered everywhere, "Stop That Affinity Hunt," a play of that name to be shown at Maxime Elliott's Theatre....
I must admit that I was pleased with the sudden notoriety that had come to me ... years of writing poetry had made my name known but moderately, here and there ... but having run away with a famous man's wife, my name was cabled everywhere ... even appeared in Japanese, Russian, and Chinese newspapers....
But this was not what I wanted of the papers ... I must use this space offered me to propagandise my ideas of free love....
So I arranged to meet Penton privately in the lobby of the Martinique.
Hildreth and I were there, waiting, before Penton came the next day. Appearing, he wore the old, bland, childlike smile, and he shook hands with us as if nothing untoward had ever taken place.
Someone had tipped off the reporters and they were on time, too, crowding about us eagerly. One young fellow from the Sun, looking like a graduate from a school of divinity, asked a special interview of me alone, which I gave ... afterward ... in a corner.
That Sun reporter gave me the fairest deal I ever received. He talked with me over an hour, without ever setting pencil to paper ... the other interviews were long over, Penton had left, Hildreth sat chafing....