Your debut was a revelation, a new word, a rejuvenating breeze in the tepid atmosphere of our periodical press. It was a wonderful number, all fresh and beautiful; even the one or two grotesque pieces that had smuggled in drowned in the mass of splendor, just as the heavy colors of the rainbow soften in the powerful symphony of the spectrum. Now, frankly, would you sign your name under every article of the April REVIEW? I hope not! You have turned your temple into a parliament of dissonances; you have admitted Victorian ladies and sentimental crucifiers of Nietzsche; you have even polluted your pages with an anti-Bathhouse tirade! Then that cacophony of personal letters: I blushed at the sight of these tokens of familiarity and tappings over your shoulder on the part of the benevolent readers. I wished to shout to the Misses Jones to keep off the altar, lest they besmirch your white robe with their penny compliments and saccharine effusions. I could hardly make myself believe that this irritating copy was THE LITTLE REVIEW. Pardon this frankness. But I wish you success, not popularity. Mary W. Ohr, Indianapolis: Let me tell you how much pleasure you have given me in the second issue of your magazine. You are certainly to be congratulated upon having the initiative to start anything so great as this. I have reserved writing to you until now, for I wished to avoid the appearance of trying to tear down or discourage an effort that was so much bigger than anything I could ever achieve. Your article on The Dark Flower made me feel that possibly intolerance might be your stumbling block, and that your youth and enthusiasm might lead you into many pitfalls that might not be for the betterment of your work. But this number has made me your equal in enthusiasm, and I believe THE LITTLE REVIEW is here to stay. Verne DeWitt Rowell, London, Ontario: THE LITTLE REVIEW is a whirlwind surprise. There is nothing like it in America. I am glad to see you playing up Nietzsche. Over here in this little town we have a Nietzschean vogue, and we are all delighted. Truly the intellectual center of America has shifted westward. To be sure, New York has The International; but Chicago has THE LITTLE REVIEW, The Trimmed Lamp, and one or two other magazines of real literature. Then there is Burns Lee's Bell Cow in Cleveland. Nietzsche is coming into his own at last. Wishing every success to THE LITTLE REVIEW, which is one of the two best magazines in America (the other is Current Opinion). Mollie Levin, Chicago: