COMMENTS 
FRENCH NUMBER. No foreign editor of any kind or 
standing on or off our staff is responsible for the contents of this 
issue. I am happy to make up a number which is a comprehen 
sive review, of the work itself, of the most energetic most un 
trammelled group of young men working in France today. They 
do not belong to any formal group . . . but they all amuse 
themselves doing very good work. In a future issue I shall ex 
tend the list to Joseph Delteil, Drieu la Rochelle, Marcel Ar- 
land, etc. We will be accused of booming the Dadaists . . . 
why not? (except that these men are not Dada). We have 
printed more isms than any other ten journals and have never 
caught one. Our pages are open to isms, ists, ites ... we have 
been after the work, not the name . . . our drooling critics, in 
true American fashion, become sea-sick over a name ... we 
are enjoying ourselves. 
We advise our readers to save this issue of the Little Review 
for future reference ... in years to come one of these young 
men (at the age of Anatole France) may be given a prize, or 
may be printed in the “Dial.” Don’t find yourself in the posi 
tion of the man who cried out when “Waste Land” appeared 
. . . “If I could only get hold of some old copies of the Little 
Review I could show these people who this Eliot is.” 
MENCKEN’S FAREWELL. Someone—everyone is always 
e £gi n g me on t0 write about something that I don’t want to write 
about. Hundreds of subjects are suggested, some of them might 
be amusing but I am usually finished with them before I am 
urged to “go after them” in the Little Review. I am not excited, 
to any pitch, either by achievement or defeat—every one seems 
to be made of defeat, more or less ... it is not entertaining to 
find it out or point it out. Regard my “going after” Dr. Frank 
Crane!: a man who admits that he has been scared into optimism 
. . . more scares more optimism.