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I have been asked by the editors of Overland to contribute to the number dedicated to George Sterling. And sitting down gladly to what promised...

Has George Sterling been subjected to that thing he dreaded, misrepresentation? Often he said of others gone before him, "It is not the first time...

Probably no writer ever keeps his work wholly consistent to the medium to which his hand is most subdued. He must, if only to validate...

Sitting before a typewriter trying to write about George. (George, I never expected to have to do this.) What shall you say when he himself...

It is easy, after a man is dead, to remember what he was and what he did, and it is easy to forget what he...

George Sterling and I were friends for about thirty years and, of all the charming memories that I possess, the picture of him as he...

It has always seemed to me that there were two George Sterlings— the one I saw in the pictures and the one I saw in...

He had the body of Mercury and the face of Dante. These externals expressed the inner character of the man. The gay lightsomeness of the...

George Sterling was a rare and exquisite poet whose work is an imperishable part of the distinguished literary history of California. He always impressed me...

In George's poet's garland let me fall upon a little Western flower, a naturally obscure posy in that wreath of his fame. Call it a...

Merely the fact that George Sterling was in San Francisco made life in the city somehow better. He was a constant reminder that even here...

And here is George Sterling dead. A poet he: a true Poet. More a gentle, affectionate character with the cheerful heart of a an unselfish...

Baum In the years you lived in Piedmont, both as Elsie Whitaker and then as Mrs. Xavier Martinez, you met many of the creative people of...

My sixteen years' friendship and correspondence with George Sterling began, like so many human relationships, through another friendship. In 1911, when I had reached the...