We hated Paul Elmer More with a special passion for his defense of property. My own was a defense of the modern novel against New Humanist critics. Hartley Grattan, got up a book, The Critique of Humanism, to which we all contributed scornful papers. Babbitt and More were the Old and New Testaments of the New Humanist movement, and as we searched the texts (Babbitt’s Rousseau and Romanticism and More’s Shelburne Essays) we found horrifying things. For one excited year Irving Babbitt, the Harvard don who had made an arch-devil out of Rousseau, and Paul Elmer More, a legendary figure who had been literary editor of The Nation before World War I (what a different Nation it had been then!), were the subject of thousands of arguments in Greenwich Village. Naturally its enemies vastly outnumbered its friends, but for a brief period the New Humanism had its magazine outlets (Seward Collins’s Bookman and, to a limited extent, Lincoln Kirstein’s Hound and Horn). The New Humanism set its face against most of the prevailing ‘isms of the day, against humanitarianism, socialism, liberalism, anarchism, progressivism or whatever. Along toward the end of the Nineteen Twenties, the philosophy of humanism - it was called the New Humanism then, just to make it fashionable - had a short-lived revival in literary New York.