October 14, 1935
Dear Sam-- 1
I don't know quite how to say this but I've always refused to set up my name where I'm not active behind it, and I'm not in fact one of the sponsors of the dinner. Also, although I have an aversion both to war and to fascism, they both seem to me hardy perennials, inherent in the race at its present stage of development, and not to be defeated by propaganda--even their own.
I hope this isn't a personal matter with you, for you're one of the few playwrights I sincerely admire and I regret continually that we don't live nearer together and see each other oftener--
April 9, 1936
Dear Margery Bailey-- 1
I'm a little hurt that you should think I wouldn't remember and answer you, remember you if only as more fortunately endowed than myself for holding a university job in those days, and answer as to one who seems to be interested in the one thing that's held my interest constantly since I began to read for myself. If anything can be done to steer our theatre away from realism and toward poetry I'm for it.