LAUGHING TORSO remained there for about six months. One day I was painting W. H. Davies, the poet. He said, " I don't feel very well to-day, I had lunch with Sickert and we had a bottle of champagne. He cooked the lunch and afterwards said, c Now what about another half-bottle/ " I then realized what had happened and sure enough the next morning, when I went to his studio, it had gone! Nancy Cunard, who was often at the Eiffel Tower, started a magazine of poetry called Wheels. Three young poets called Sitwell, wrote for it, and there was a great deal of discussion as to their merits. I met them one day with Ethelbert White. I thought them most intelligent and charming, and it was at their house that I met W. H. Davies. I was told that he was very shy and difficult to talk to: I had a golden evening-dress on, with a wreath of autumn leaves round my head, and looked rather like a dissipated Bacchante after a little champagne. Davies was sitting on the floor and I sat down beside him. I talked of the relative values of beer and public-houses, and we got on admirably. One evening Robert Ross was there, and St. John Hutchinson, and they decided to act " Salome." I had to play Salome whilst Robbie Ross acted Herod. There were a lot of people present and I was frightened to death, so much so, that when I had to speak to him I made a dash for the door and hid in the bathroom; The audience actually thought that this was part of the play and I managed to get away with it. Davies lived in two rooms in Great Russell Street. They were filled with mice. He set a trap :A;:.Vv;':-:>>;:.; .'-'98.'': ••'-,' ":..'''