Daniel Gregory Mason

Though Edwin Arlington Robinson and I were both in the Class of 1895 at Harvard, I never knew him as an undergraduate. He left college, indeed, at the end of his sophomore year. We met for the first time in the spring of 1898, when he was working, I [...]

I To an American music-lover even a casual attendance at the Promenade Concerts given in Queen's Hall during the London summer season is provocative of thought; to an American composer of optimistic temperament it cannot fail to be exciting, while to [...]

The boy who cried "Wolf!" was a poor psychologist, because he forgot that a stimulus repeated too often, or without reason, loses its appeal. Many of our modern musicians, making the same error, are surprised when their sensationalism breeds in the p [...]

Both Robinson and I were friends of Philip Henry Savage, who died suddenly in his early thirties, June 4, 1899, without having had time to realize his high possibilities as a poet. He was a Harvard classmate and friend of William Vaughn Moody, who gr [...]