P.S. Born in 1888, in Pennsylvania. If you do not know of him already,
let me refer you to a much better poet than mysel f--F. E. Hill, now
attending Columbia U., and born in San Jose.
Mrs. Wilkinson ( 1883-1908), a poet living in New York City, also compiled
several anthologies of poetry. Her next anthology was New Voices: An Introduction to Contemporary Poetry ( 1919), and she had asked Anderson for permission to include in
it some of his poems from A Stanford Book of Verse ( 1916).
Mrs. Wilkinson used none of Anderson's poems in New Voices.
Frank Ernest Hill ( 1888-1969) was one of Anderson's closest friends throughout life, but none of Anderson's letters to him have survived. They met at Stanford,
where Hill took a B.A. in 1911, then taught in the English department from 1913 to
1916. Following study at Columbia and war service, Hill joined Anderson as an
editorial writer on the Globe in 1919. The two were the principal founders of the poetry
magazine the Measure in 1920, and Hill moved to New City, in Rockland County, New
York, soon after Anderson moved there in 1922. Thereafter Hill frequently read drafts
of Anderson's poems and plays. Hill had several newspaper and publishing jobs until
the mid-thirties, when he joined the American Association for Adult Education,
thereafter publishing extensively in that area. He collected his own poems in Stone Dust
( 1928), published a modern English translation of selections from The Canterbury Tales
(1930), did a fictionalized biography, To Meet Will Shakespeare ( 1949), and collaborated with Allan Nevins on a three-volume history of the Ford Motor Company
(1954, 1957, 1963). His memoir in the Oral History Collection at Columbia University
recounts his long association with Anderson. A Stanford Book of Verse included several
of Hill's poems, but Mrs. Wilkinson used none of them in her anthology.
Stanford University, California
June 21, 1918
My dear Upton Sinclair:
I never expect to get paid for poetry. You are very welcome to
Star-Adventurer. Anyway your magazine is the only one in the
country that would consider it. If it can be made into a poem by
omissions leave out anything you like.
I agree with you about religious and political conditions almost
always, but you are more hopeful than I am about getting out of the
mess. The individual seems to me the only hope, and nobody gives him
By the way, I am a subscriber, and my address is changed from