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I think Alice Henderson is another very rare bird. It is something of a picture to delight heroic spirits to see the new Poetry Anthology and The Poetry Magazine coming forth from two ladies with pillows behind their heads in Convalescent sanctuaries, miles and miles from each other and the offices. And to think I had the nerve to write unclear word letters to them both today, and talk to them like they were well. Let us pretend that neither you nor I are in the new Anthology and thus offer the following impartial observations: I think it is going to be a milestone. I think it will be looked back to for ten years - at a conservative estimate - for it is a concentration of the challenge both real and alleged - that Harriet and Alice have issued these four years. The Philadelphia circle of poets seemed quite determined to have me this year April 15 - but March 31 was my limit. They still swear - in the person of one Otto T. Mallery - to have me next February - and I have told him to do what he could toward rousing Bryn Mawr on the side. Our friend Katherine Dudley has undertaken to do the same - and I will be glad if you put in your word. My good crowds are nearly always the friends of my friends - when I really enjoy them - and so much more comfortable to meet. Spring has come - and I could write on and on. But I spare you. My very good wishes to your beautiful sisters and mother, and your charming self. Very sincerely Nicholas Vachel Lindsay

along the side: I am telling everyone what the African Bishop said yesterday in his sermon on cleansing the people at the A.M.E. Church: There is a revolution going on in Russia today and my Lord is riding high!