Greenwich Village... The Village Of Low Rents

This Fair But Pitiless City Of Manhattan Was Without A Soul ... Its Inhabitants Were Manikins Moved By Wires And Springs.

If There Ever Was An Aviary Overstocked With Jays It Is That Yaptown-on-the-hudson, Call New York. Cosmopolitan They Call It, You Bet. So's A Piece Of Fly-paper. You Listen Close When They're Buzzing And Trying To Pull Their Feet Out Of The Sticky Stuff. "little Old New York's Good Enough For Us"--that's What They Sing.

In Time Truth And Science And Nature Will Adapt Themselves To Art. Things Will Happen Logically, And The Villain Be Discomfited Instead Of Being Elected To The Board Of Directors. But In The Meantime Fiction Must Not Only Be Divorced From Fact, But Must Pay Alimony And Be Awarded Custody Of The Press Despatches.

I'll Give You The Sole Secret Of Short-story Writing, And Here It Is: Rule 1. Write Stories That Please Yourself. There Is No Rule 2. The Technical Points You Can Get From Bliss Perry. If You Can't Write A Story That Pleases Yourself, You Will Never Please The Public. But In Writing The Story Forget The Public.

You'd Think New York People Was All Wise; But No, They Can't Get A Chance To Learn. Every Thing's Too Compressed. Even The Hayseeds Are Bailed Hayseeds. But What Else Can You Expect From A Town That's Shut Off From The World By The Ocean On One Side And New Jersey On The Other?