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29 May 1935.

My dear Red,

Very soon I shall have the opportunity to speak
directly with you regarding the article you propose; so far
as I know, I should like very much to do it. If I am to
write on the numerous books of poetry, novels, and drama
which have won the Pulitzer Prize since its beginning, I
shall need the 8000 words. I am very definite in my opin-
ions of the merits of the various awards and think that I
can give you the kind of essay that you ask me for regard-
ing the reflection of taste and the formation of taste in-
volved in the whole situation; at all events I am eager to
try and hope to please you and Cleanth as well as myself.
I think the essay can be definitely promised for 1 Novem-
ber; meanwhile I shall have to do the reading and the re-
reading; and I mean to offer you another essay which ( I
hope ) will be suitable for your autumn issue.

The format of the magazine sounds most attractive and
I am quite eager to see the magazine. Meanwhile I shall
go about trying to make up a kind of list, not very long I
fear, of people who should and I think will be interested
in it.

There is so much to talk of, and the nearness of your
visit impairs my patience to write a long letter.

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1333 K Street, N. W.
Washington, D. C.
1 November, 1936.

My dear Red,

You will doubtless be as much surprised to find I am
in Washington as I was. Had anyone told me even six months
ago that I should be here, and in a semi-political job to
boot, I should have left the unseemly joke as soon as possible.
Let me tell you how it all came about:

I left Montana University at the end of the summer session
despite a last-minute siege on Merriam's part to make me recon-
sider and stay. I am not a sheer opportunist, but I could not
see even a reasonably useful future as long as the conditions
at the University are what they are: in other words, until Mer-
riam leaves or I should have a practical political following
to forward my purposes there. Well, I went first to Harvard
to see whether or no there would be any point in taking a Ph.D.
in English. I decided there would not. Then I went to New
York, at the end of September, to hunt a job. Agar's school
appointments had been made, of course, so I could not hope to
go on with him. I looked into other lines for which I have a
few qualifications; but nothing definite could be shaped up,
only encouragement and vague promises. At last I came here
and almost immediately was appointed Assistant Economic Geo-
logist on a WPA research project under the supervision of the
Bureau of Mines. My work consists in an investigation of the
'tenor' of ores mined in the United States prior to 1905, i.e.
the proportion of recovered metal to tons of rock actually
mined. This is a detail in a much larger study being under-
taken with a view to determining as accurately as possible (1)
the trend in mining industry, and (2) the ability of the chang-
ing mining industry to reabsorb employables in the future con-
sidering the technological improvements of various kinds. The
job is only political in the sense that it is a WPA project,
and further in the limitation of time allowed for it. It will
be over by the first of January and I shall again be what dear
Hugh MacMullan used to call a 'Free Soul'. I mean to make it
my business not to be 'free' any longer than I can help, how-
ever, and am diligently encouraging the various prospects that
dimly smoulder near my camping-ground: geological appointments
mainly, either in the 'field' or in the sheltered groves of the
Academe. You don't know anyone who would be interested? No,
I thought not: or did I hear you say ---?

In that space above I busily scattered ashes and strewed
shreds of sackcloth. I want to review a book for the Southern
Review. What, you will say! Haven't we already given you two
chances? And see what you did! True, my friend. I failed: in
the first place, with the D'Arcy and Berdyaev assignment, only
semi-mea-culpa, the other moiety rightly being attributable to
the U. S. mails. The Pulitzer assignment is, frankly, beyond
my meagre abilities. To do it properly I should have to grow
old reading novels, poems, and plays written since 1910, and I

Nov. 24, 1936

Mr. Andrew Corry
1333 K St., N. W.
Washington, D. C.

Dear Andrew:

This will be an inadequate answer to your letter. But first to the
business. We shall be delighted to have the article you suggest on the
book by Carey Croneis. Can you give us an idea about the length you plan?
And that soon? We are sorry that the Pulitzer assignment falls through,
but we can see and sympathize with the difficulties attending it. We do
regret the loss of the D'Arcy piece. Have you still got a copy by any
chance?

The report on Hugh is interesting. It was not entirely beyond the
realms of human prediction. That line of talk feeds me up very rapidly.
We get some of it here, too. I keep promising myself letters to Hugh and
Wattie, but for nearly a year now I haven't gotten around to it. I have
become a worse, rather than a better correspondent as time passes. I
hope that the work with the Bureau of Mines is fairly satisfactory to you.
I shall make all possible investigations on that general subject immediately
and shall let you know the results, if any.

I am awfully busy have lost a good deal of time this fall with bad
colds, and don't know when I can settle down to a leisurely existence.
Cleanth and I are trying to finish up a book for Henry Holt by December 1--
and have no optimism on the subject. We shall be in Richmond (the Brookses
and Warrens) around Christmas for the Modern Language Association meeting,
where Cleanth and I have a paper. Richmond isn't far from Washington, and
we are hoping to be able to see you either in Washington or in Richmond.

Cinina sends love, and so do I. Please remember us to your family when
you next write. I shall write a decent letter some day--meanwhile I shall
look forward to your next one.

As ever,

1333 K Street, N. W.,
Washington, D. C.,
7 January, 1937.

Dear Red,

I wish you and Cinina a very happy and prosperous New Year, with all blessings and good fortune in whatever you undertake. This wish I had intended to express personally and orally to you; but as matters turned out, I was unable to go to Richmond and you could not come to Washington. I had managed to put aside a very large sum, viz. ten dollars, to be devoted in one lump (or two, at discretion) to the entertainment of you and Cinina if you had come here: I mention this merely as a warning to you, that you should not allow anything in future to prevent my acts of decent hospitality from reaching their determinate expression. As it is, I have now spent the money in various small follies and absurdities, it has done me no good whatever, and my character has been impaired. You may look upon yourself as a moral agent accessory to my withering away. . . . Another disappointed (temporary) Washingtonian is Hugh Cox, whom I visited with two weeks ago. He had counted on seeing you too, as I promised I should let him know when you arrived. Hugh is happily married to a very plessant and interesting-looking young woman (I chose that expression after a moment's reflection) from Nebraska. She had the eminent good judgement to go to another room and read a book while we 'called the roll', as she termed it, of old Oxonians; I admired her good sense in refusing to listen to our banalities. Our evening was very happily spent. Hugh, of course, has 'Depart-

ment of Justice' ideas, by which I mean he is a little like
the late Justice Holmes and the still-living Justice Bran-
deis when he talks about progress. I am now rather indiffer-
ent to most of the paths in that well-worn topic, but the
other night I found myself roused by one of Hugh's remarks
to make a flat contradiction. It was about 'cruelty'; and
I told my familiar strike story again. Hugh was forced to
admit that perhaps there is not such a great difference be-
tween 'us' and the people of Tudor England.

I enjoyed your very good essay on 'Dont's For Region-
alists' in the current number of the _American Review_. As I
see it, regionalism will have a very hard and long up-hill
fight. Most people that I see and know slightly ( the
'world' distinguished from 'my own circle') are hopelessly
and inextricably confused about regionalism; its merits as
they see and 'understand' them are either sentimental or
fictitious, and 'progress' is against all that sort of thing.
The only adequate statement to make to them in my opinion,
once a firm and polite intellectual statement is made and
waved aside, is that they are possessed by Gadarene devils;
in other words, unless a miracle is forthcoming they're
lost. They, of course, think that the sea-cliff is just
the place: Bunglewood-by-the-Sea I call it, but they never
hear me.

I have just finished reading Andrew Lytle's very in-
teresting novel, _The Long Night_. Hugh Cox had the good
taste to recommend it me. The writing is brilliant, and
the story very good tho' at times too shocking.

Love to you and Cinina.

Ever yours: AC.

The Newman School,
Lakewood, N.J.

6 April, 1937.

My dear Red,

I have been in Lakewood for the last six days,
having left Washington last Wednesday after finishing my re-
search. The work there was extremely interesting, and I was
much gratified to be able to exceed the expectations of my
chiefs when the time came to turn up the results of our pro-
ject. Unexpectedly, from my point of view at least, the bulk
of the work proved very much larger than I had thought it
would be: we filled ten fat notebooks with notes and tables.
The text that I wrote ran to 173 pages, illustrated by 56
charts, and supplemented by pages and pages of tables, making
in all a book of about 425 pages which I dare say will be pub-
lished in July. The Government is a very slow printer, how-
ever, so I do not really expect the book until I actually see
it. The experience was quite interesting to me because it
gave me a rather concentrated training in economic analysis,
an operation rather foreign to the bent of my mind; and I felt
a sense of mild but real triumph in pleasing my chiefs and my-
self with it. Perhaps the best thing about it was the restor-
ation of my sense of being 'necessary' to someone besides my-
self: in Montana, for reasons which you know, I had begun to
feel quite useless and unwanted by my employers. Now all that
bitter feeling is gone.

In my last letter to you, written about Christmas time,
I may unwittingly have given you a false impression about my
views on the present status and immediate outlook of agrarian-
ism. I knew that I was expressing my mind clumsily. What I
meant to say was, that I see a fairly widespread sympathy with
the social and political objectives of agrarianism and distrib-
utism, but the people who claim to sympathise seem to me to be
taking a road that leads through centralisation to collectiv-
ism. I regret the lack of strong and jealous local activity.

The current number of *The Southern Review* keeps up the
remarkably high standard which you have set. It is an extra-
ordinarily interesting magazine -- the only one, in fact, in
which I find a consistently interesting presentation of impor-
tant matters. I don't like everything I see in it, but I find
everything provocative and very interesting to me.

Recently I examined a copy of your book of poems. I
am deeply impressed with them. . . I know that you must be very
much preoccupied with your novel just now, so I do not wish you
to write me until that is finished and in your publisher's hands.
Meanwhile, with every affectionate good wish to you and Cinina,
I am, my dear Red,

ANDREW V. CORRY
THE NEWMAN SCHOOL
LAKEWOOD, NEW JERSEY

20 January, 1938

My dear Cinina,

It was delightful to receive yr
letter today and to know that my map has made
its mark with both you and Red. I have a co-
py of it framed and on the wall opposite me:
just now I've been trying to find a place I
used to know now called Nettlebed. It used
to amuse me to think that it is the home of
Peter Fleming; and on second thoughts I still
feel amused at the thought.

It is a good decorative map, a little on
the side of understatement so far as dragons,
hobbyhorses, and water-cress are concerned --
three of the leading natural features of Ox-
fordshire. And the hills are coloured nicely
but disappoint me a bit because the chalkies
are just the same shape and colour as the
Cotswolds. I am puzzled yet aroused by the
decorative symbolism of the upper right cor-
ner. The phoenix of fecundity is evidently
keen to get out of Bedfordshire and is being
restrained by a wiry virgin; beneath is the
scorpion of disappointment, and also an elab-
orate fishhook. What can be made of that? I
note with interest also that Oxford (outside
the city and university itself) contains 9
market-towns and 208 parishes. 'Buy British'
was a little better managed in those days.

I should love to go to Louisiana during
my spring holiday; but I foresee no chance of
it. I have to spend another working vacation

The Newman School,
Lakewood, N. J.,
6 March, 1938.

My dear Red,

Your splendid long letter was a joy
to receive. My budget of news in return is not
by any means so full, nor I think so interesting;
but here it is. First of all, while I thank you
and Cinina for your invitation to come to visit
you I cannot really manage it for a reson which
will appear shortly; however, I should like to
ask you whether you and Cinina won't come here,
and Agar and Mrs Agar join me in pressing the in-
vitation upon you. We have room to put you up as
long as you like to stay, and you will be welcome
indeed. We know, of course, that busy people can
not pull up stakes and go gypsyng whenever oppor-
tunity seems to invite. But it occurred to me
that you might be contemplating a trip to see the
publishers in New York, in which case Lakewood is
but 20 or 30 miles out of the way by through road.
Agars are going to Louisville and St Louis (mainly
on a tour to drum up boys for this school to come
next year); I have to spend at least half of our
holiday in Washington.

I haven't seen Watty Watkins since Novem-
ber, and I believe I told you in my last letter
that he looks rather pinched and tired. At New
Years he wrote me saying that he was resting, and
I don't doubt he will feel and look better now. I
believe he has been almost as busy as you two and
Cleanth have been. Dixon and his bride sent me
an acknowledgment of a little gift that I made to
them, and I judge from her letter as well as your
remarks that she is indeed a charming woman. Mar-
riage will be a very happy state for Dixon, it

where he is sueing Simmons for slander and the Board of Education for breach of contract. He and his wife are living, or existing somehow, in California; they are writing a book of trenchant comment on library-work. Stephenson Smith of Oregon still concerns himself with academic freedom for the A. A. U. P. Mrs Clapp writes me that she enjoys her teaching the freshman English classes in the State University at Missoula.

My father has been in Argentina since the beginning of the year and is to come back in mid-April. At that time I intend to discuss with him whether or not I shall go into consulting work with the Malozemoffs. They and he are examining some mining properties in South America in which Mr Malozemoff has become tentatively interested; I was urged to go, but of course could not leave my work in Lakewood at that time. I have had several very informative letters from him, and in general their tone is favorable; still, one cannot know just how to decide at this point until he comes back.

I spent the whole of my Christmas holiday working in Washington, finishing up a book on Declining Grade of Ore for the Bureau of Mines and Works Progress Administration. I worked at it for about ten months in Washington, and also during spare moments in Lakewood (an hour or so each day, squeezed out of a very full teaching and 'activities' programme in which I teach 20 periods a week, do disciplinary jobs of house duty and the like for an additional 12, and supervise -- i.e., re-write, etc., etc.-- a newspaper appearing every three weeks, run a naturalists' club, and attend to study hall and theme corrections 15 hours; it is like an endurance contest). My chief, who is one of the principal economists in the Bureau of Mines, was here last week-end to help me put the finishing touches on it. Numerous engineers, geologists, and economists have read the manuscript, and though it has been thinned out frightfully to please them, think it a very good job. The book is offered as a survey of one of the 'background influences' shaping output per man and hence the possibilities for re-employment in certain branches of the mining industry. No other book touches it for amplitude of facts; the interpretative text which I have written is fair enough, I suppose.

People tell me that I am thin and somewhat spare looking; my chief physical difficulty is an inability to find time for exercise of any sort save an occasional walk in the woods, preferably alone though rarely so in practise. Despite this rather trying circumstance, I feel well and am in fine spirits except for recurrent times of exhaustion and mental depression. School work, as I need not tell you, is always interesting; yet I personally don't care for it enough any longer to try to justify myself in remaining in it. It seems to require a special sort of 'vocation' which enables one to overlook many curious features of the work.

All good wishes to you and Cinina, Red.

Yours ever,

seems to me; my judgement of his temper also is
that he will make his wife happy. The older I
godd, the more persuaded I become of the truth
of that old Greek story. One of the philosophers
(the 'Love-Hate' man, I forget whether it is Dem-
ocritus or Empedocles) held that by marriage the
naturally conjoinable couple, dissevered by fate
or anarchy when creation had been completed and
therefore drawn into a restless search for each
other, were brought together and the needs of
each nature fulfilled. Though I am not prepared
to take this doctrine all the way it goes, it is
neverless my observation that some such sort
of happiness comes about in marriage. . . There
are few topics on which your natural bachelor is
apt to be so eloquent, have you noticed, as on
marriage and children? This I think a compensa-
tion in nature. For if philosophy is an enemy to
marriage, as my more hardened friends hold to me
in our dismal discussions, then marriage must al-
so be an enemy to philosophy. Whence I infer a
bachelor is twice as able to be philosophical on
marriage, its effects and fruits.

Bates, whom you met at Missoula, is now at
Oxford as Rhodes Scholar. He is full of Ryderiz-
ing, and rowing, and the odd habits of dons, and
he writes interestingly enough about all these
things. Geoffrey Mure has brought out a child's
book that is well liked. I have read MacNeice's
and Auden's _Letters from Iceland_. Green-Armytage
writes me careful historical letters now and then,
lamenting the sad issue of the War Between the
States and the English Civil War; he is a rather
prosperous stock-broker in Bath.

In Missoula, Lucia Mirrielees is wearing her-
self to a dark shadow in intrigue against Simmons,
the 'new' president of the University. Keeney's
case still bumbles on before the courts in Helena,

and frolic. The Doctor would put in an occasional remark in English, saying 'beloaf's for below and 'upstairs' for up at the mine; but we all really tried to play fair and talk castelanjo so that Señorita could understand (?) what we were saying.

The Señorita carries on elaborate conversations in a select baby talk so that her foreigners can follow her. She rattles with the speed of a machine gun. Her usual method of conversing is not merely to meet one half way but to walk all around one. Thus she states the affirmative of a question: such as 'Do you like rhythmic exercises? Do you like Dancing? Do you, etc., etc.' Then follows an elaborate pantomime in which we all join, the Doctor's gestures being especially magnificent, to show that we understand, or at least think we do. Then the Señorita works round to the negative, if she happens to favour that side; and after carefully summing up all (amid a general nodding of heads and many 'Beloafs' from the Dr) that can be said for the affirmative, she simply finishes: 'Pero no me gusta.' 'Nó-nó-nó-nó-nó.' All with the rapidity of a machine gun, all its ruthless power, all its devastating effect. Devastating, because we cannot make 'opposite' gestures to show that we also understand the second part of her statement. Then I reflect for a little while and at last offer a carefully composed sentence about music or dancing or the movies (Me gusta mucho), using the subjunctive incorrectly and tripping awkwardly into one of those damned irregular verbs. The Señorita imagines that I have meant something else. 'Claro,' says the Doctor, and so it goes on, a very happy little scene.

The height of the absurd occurred one night when at dinner we wished to tell Dona Marcellina of a change in our plans. We wished to be not

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just boarders but lodgers also, abandon-
ing our earlier project of sleeping in
our laboratory because of vicuchas and
other night objects. After due thought
I started off in my chaste castilian.

'Maria,' I intoned, 'quiero hablar
con Dona Marcellina.'

Shortly Dona Marcellina came to us.

'Señora,' I resumed, 'quieraremos
una pisa con tres camas.' This is the
wrong way, or at least one wrong way, to
ask for one room with three beds.

Dona Marcellina was puzzled, and I
was too. I didn't like to whip out my
dictionary and hunt for another word for
room.

'Tres camas,' put in Grassmueck un-
necessarily, for that part of my sentence
had been adequate and I believe correct.

Then Porter, who is young and takes
the simple way, said to her: 'Señora, de-
seamos dormir con Usted.'

This shocking proposal almost spoilt
the negotiations. At last, however, we
managed to get the room. But the story
has gone around Chilecito. Dona Marcellina,
old, charitable, agreeable, but withered,
seems an absurd object to the candid town
for that proposal.

ANDREW V. CORRY
BUENOS AIRES
ARGENTINA

C/o Armine Ltd.
229 Florida

November 5, 1938

My dear Red, -- I have asked the Government to send you a copy of my book on "Grade of Ore"; at long last it's out. When I read my copy of it, which arrived in Buenos Aires a few days ago while I was there for a short stay between mining trips, I swelled with pride: not so much pride of authorship as pride in curious knowledge. For my memory relaxes its grip quickly on certain kinds of facts, and I therefore came upon the substance of the material with fresh wonder. The real fact why it is good is that my co-author, who is chief of the common metals division in the U. S. Bureau of Mines, is an extraordinarily able man and guided our work into profitable channels. I hope that you will enjoy and find some kind of stimulation in what I admit will probably seem to you a dismal subject. I often marvel why it seems so fascinating to me and am driven to the conclusion that it is a worm in my brain, or an inherited taint of the blood. From tobacco cultivation to mining in four generations must bear some such interpretation, I suppose.

I long to read your book and to hear more about
the play in verse which you began in Italy.

I am writing you from San Luis, in central Argentina, a semi-arid spot called Cerro Morro. The cerro is a mountain about 5,000 ft. high which rims a cVERNIOUS group of Tertiary volcanic vents; below is a platform cut in the ancient basement rock, with outcrops of tungsten-bearing ore (which brings me here); and lower still the pampas swing round the circuit of the hills and isolate them from the other small sierras of the center. It is Spring, the flowers are outrageously vivid (we are about as many degrees South as you are North), and there are dozens of birds and animals whose names I hardly know;

an attractive if somewhat dusty place, with a sand-dune desert to the south of it. I prefer the ragged and grand western sierra, where I have spent a very tough five or six weeks. I leave here tomorrow and visit several other tungsten properties in this province and in Córdoba; then to the west for several weeks; then perhaps to Brazil for a two weeks' stay at Itabira; and then back here, to decide what the luck of our exploration will have been.

If we succeed in establishing a mine with real ore-reserves on one or another of the properties we have under option, I shall probably stay here for a while longer; if not, I expect I shall return to the United States in January or February. In that case, I shall try to see whether I can't have myself routed to New Orleans, so that I can see you and Cinina.

There would be the usual difficulty about a job then, of course. I shall have saved a little money and will be able to look around. Perhaps, however, I may turn up something interesting in the Bureau or the Survey or the RFC in Washington, or with some of my mining friends in New York.

Not all my time is being devoted to geology, or to my own private interests (which I still try to cultivate in stolen minutes at night)-- far from it, much to my regret. I assist the managing director of our enterprise now that he is here, I act as secretary and maid-of-all-work for him (this is called "learning the business," but fine words don't take me in), and at the moment I have just completed a delicate negotiation in broken Spanish concerning a cow. Where is it? was the question. Its remote background is a racial and linguistic and dietary one (our young engineer-in-charge here being a New Thought vegetarian and a very trying young man; and the owner is a simple stupid animal.) I feel profoundly bored.

All good wishes to you and Cinina. Aff'ly,

ARMINE, LTD.

OTTAWA, CANADA
56 SPARKS STREET
NEW YORK, U. S. A.
40 WALL STREET
SUENOS AIRES, ARGENTINA
229 CALLE FLORIDA

CABLES
NEW YORK. ANALOW
BUENOS AIRES. ARMINELDA

Buenos Aires: June 21st, 1939

My dear Red:

I have been turning over a thought for a long time, and the recent appearance of Alexander Weddell's book on Argentina makes it advisable to propose it to you now.

I suggest that you might induce Mr. Weddell, who has been ambassador here for several years and is now being given the post in Spain, to write an article for "The Southern Review" on one or both of the following subjects: 1/ "Statesmanship and Literature in Argentina" and 2/ "The Tradition of the Pampas". They need not bear such unattractive titles, of course.

Mr. Weddell has a pleasant way of writing, is well acquainted with this country, its ways, traditions and literature, he is respected here, and he is read here. I submit that an article by him in the "Southern Review" would probably be good in itself; but it would also carry in train certain advantages: a/ it would give "Southern Review" a reading public among the English-speaking people in Argentina, of whom there are many; b/ it would be a very acceptable compliment to a sensitive and proud and not unmeriting people, the Argentinos; c/ it would be a timely manifestation of "Buena Vecinidad," free of political cant and patronage. I am sure that the article could serve to introduce the magazine here through Harrods (877 Calle Florida, Buenos Aires: a big department store with a book section, lending library, etc.); Librería El Ateneo (Calle Florida 344, B.A.: an important book shop), Librería Mitchells Book Store (Calle Cangallo 580, B. A.: the biggest English and American book store here).

I would have in mind that Mr. Weddell would be able to make us see why the Argentinians are so proud of Sarmiento, once their president and author of a number of famous works such as "Recuerdos de una Provincia," "Fascundo," etc. Sarmiento has the gift, I think, of conducting a political discussion in which he illustrates principles of statesmanship by ample reference to local men (all dead 50 years ago, no fear of libel) and the art of government by reference to particular cultural and political interests in the provinces. He is very concrete and interesting, a somewhat old-fashioned Democrat with a remarkably picturesque career as statesman, general, refugee, journalist, etc. The Tradition of the Pampas, formed possibly by the noted poem of Hernandez named "Martin Fierro," is very lively; and it might pay its respects to Hudson's "Purple Land," "Ombu," "Far Away and Long Ago," etc.; and to Cunningham-Graeme. I am sure there is something interesting to say and apposite for "The Southern Review." Won't you try it?

825 West Galena Street
Butte, Montana

January 22, 1940

Cleanth Brooks, Jr., Esq.
*The Southern Review*
Louisiana State University
Baton Rouge, Louisiana

Dear Cleanth:

Here are six books that either deal with war (or anti-war) propaganda or are themselves pieces of anti-war propaganda.

1/ "Words that won the War," by James R. Mock and Cedric Larson. Princeton University Press, 1939-40? $3.75.

2/ "Propaganda for War," by H. C. Peterson, 1939? University of Oklahoma Press. $3.00.

3/ "The Deadly Parallel," by C. Hartley Grattan. 1939-1940? Stackpole. $2.00

4/ "Keep America out of War," by Norman Thomas and Bertram D. Wolfe. Stokes, 1939-1940? $1.50.

5/ "Johnny got his gun," by Dalton Trumbo. Lippincott, 1939-40? $2.50.

6/ "What will happen and what to do when war comes," by Larry Nixon (ed.) Greystone Press, 1939-40? $2.25

If you think you would be interested in my writing the article on "A Retrospect of Anti-War Talk," these six books could be appropriately noticed in the course of the article. They are typical if not very sound books on the subject.

February 3, 1940

Cleanth Brooks, Jr., Esq.
The Southern Review
Louisiana State University
Baton Rouge, Louisiana

AIRMAIL

My dear Cleanth:

Today your letter of January 30 arrived, telling me I can go ahead with the article on anti-war talk provided I can have it ready by February 20. I can do so, although the limitation of time will make it impossible for me to read as much for the article as I had at first hoped. Still, I believe I shall be able to produce something of interest and am grateful for your encouragement to try.

The ideas and their development which I have in mind will run to about 4,000 words or a trifle below or above. Unless that is not satisfactory for your plans and lay-out, I am going to assume your assent. From the fact that you haven't said anything about the books which I named in my last letter to you, I infer that it will not be necessary to "review" any such in this article.

The only disadvantage that I see is this: you will get my article on February 20, but it will be a "pig in the poke." Just in case you may not like it, I hope you will have an alternative on hand to use in the space saved for this.

It will be grand fun to do the article, and I feel honored by your confident invitation. Thank you for your good letter. I hope all is going well with you.