Men To Whom Life Had Appeared As

It Couldn't Have Happened Anywhere But In Little Old New York.

East Is East, And West Is San Francisco, According To Californians. Californians Are A Race Of People; They Are Not Merely Inhabitants Of A State.

Yes, I Get Dry Spells. Sometimes I Can't Turn Out A Thing For Three Months. When One Of Those Spells Comes On I Quit Trying To Work And Go Out And See Something Of Life. You Can't Write A Story That's Got Any Life In It By Sitting At A Writing Table And Thinking. You've Got To Get Out Into The Streets, Into The Crowds, Talk With People, And Feel The Rush And Throb Of Real Life-that's The Stimulant For A Story Writer.

Life Is Made Up Of Sobs, Sniffles, And Smiles, With Sniffles Predominating.

I've Got Some Of My Best Yarns From Park Benches, Lamp Posts And Newspaper Stands.