Will you allow me to congratulate you on your magnificent effort in bringing out The Little Review?
I have found it very refreshing after having suffered for so long by reading the so-called book review magazines that have no right to more than passing notice.
You have accomplished wonders, and if your efforts of the future come up to those put into the first number of The Little Review, your success is assured.
The best wish I can offer is that its path may be covered with roses and bordered with the trees of prosperity.
Again congratulating you, I am, with every good wish, very truly yours,
Lee A. Stone, M. D.
Chicago.
The Little Review came this morning! And I have read it all! And I love it! Much more than I expected, to be perfectly honest! I feared something too radical—too modern—if that is possible. If it had been like The Masses—well, I can never express my contempt for that sheet. But you’re perfectly sane, intelligent, readable, and enthusiastic—gloriously so!
Your description of Kreisler is worth much to me. It is precisely what I have always felt about him. Paderewski, too. But I think the Mason and Hamlin reference a little too commercial. I realize you want The Little Review to be straightforward, honest, intimate, etc., but I fear that kind of thing will be taken as advertisement and not as a personal belief and enthusiasm.
If I should never know anything more of Mr. George Soule than his sonnet and New York letter I should have to like him. The man who could feel and write that last paragraph is a splendid type.
But the whole thing is beautiful, and worth while, whether you agree with it all or not. A thousand congratulations!