THE CALL OF THE STREET 325 



"Don't you think Mayo can do better with this 

 than to send it to San Francisco?" 



I lay down on a lounge by the window, manu- 

 script in hand, expecting to fall asleep, for I 

 was very drowsy, but I didn't, and a minute or 

 two later I was sitting up and taking notice. 

 With increasing delight I read and reread the 

 paper and then wrote to Charles A. Dana a letter 

 that must have made him laugh at my enthusiasm. 

 A briefer note of introduction was given my 

 friend to present with his manuscript and from 

 that day to the hour of his death, Mayo W. 

 Hazletine was a feature of the Sun. As a re- 

 viewer and editorial writer his pay became unique 

 and later, much later, from another publication 

 he received an annual salary in addition to that 

 paid him by the Sun, of ten thousand dollars for 

 his unsigned work. 



Among my newspaper friends was Henry J. 

 Macdonald, an uncle of Rudyard Kipling and 

 the financial editor of the World. We took our 

 simple mid-day lunch together in the basement of 

 a New Street restaurant, and we ought to have 



