Samuel Hopkins Adams,
From a Bench in Our Square
“ Washington Square we suspect of playing at life; Our Square has a sufficiently hard time living it. We have little in common. Nevertheless, it must be admitted that there are veritable humans, not wholly submerged in the crowd of self-conscious mummers who crowd the Occidental park-space, and it was at the house of one of these, a woman architect with a golden dream of rebuilding Greenwich Village, street by street, into something simple and beautiful and, in the larger sense urban, that the Bonnie Lassie, whose artistic deviations often take her far afield, met Barbran. ”
