causes. “In my belief,” says one of the gossiping neighbors of the girl’s fa-
ther, William Magnet, the local foreman of the striking workers, “it’s some
rich fellow she met up to the city. Many a Saturday night when work was
over she’s been seen to take the train. I understand she spread round the re-
port she was goin’ to business college up there.”44 In fact, Mary has died
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from a botched abortion. Current censorship codes would have prevented
Dreiser’s broaching the idea, but the hint is clear enough. Her father is so
overcome with grief that he cannot be persuaded to fulfill his strike duties,
which involve translating Ferguson’s speech to the Italian workers.
To bring Magnet around, Ferguson first appeals to his sense of brother-
hood in the fight for fair wages. When that fails, he tells Magnet his own
sad story. Here Dreiser works out more of his personal anxieties and anger
in his fiction as he had with Kirah in writing The Titan. For Ferguson’s story
comes chapter and verse from Dreiser’s marriage with Jug and the tensions
of their current relationship. For many years he resented the fact that Jug
persisted in identifying herself as “Mrs. Dreiser.” “I didn’t stay with her. . . .”
Ferguson likewise complains. “A good living is all she gets out of me. It’s
all she ever will get. Except my name. She hangs on to that. And my free-
dom. She’s got that locked up safe enough, or she thinks she has. She claims
I’m not good enough to marry any other woman.” Later, Dreiser would be
grateful that he could use Jug’s steadfast refusal to grant him a divorce as
an excuse not to marry his current flames. But now, in the summer of 1913
before the aªair with Kirah began to show signs of frustration, he may have
thought he wanted to marry again.
The point of Ferguson’s story is that he took a mistress who has recently
died. “She did love me anyhow, this other woman,” he tells Magnet,
“whether I was good enough or not. She didn’t get a living out of me. She
didn’t get my name.” Ferguson is grief stricken, too, but nevertheless ready
to perform his labor duties. Ultimately, Ferguson’s story gives Magnet the
will to put aside his pain and perform his duty, too. After he exits the stage
to do so, one of Magnet’s neighbors slips Ferguson a ring. Earlier Magnet
wonders what happened to the ring his daughter had worn of late. “She
said I was to give you this,” the old woman says to the labor leader in the
play’s last line. “She said I was to say she died happy.” “The Girl in the Co‹n”
found many admirers, not only when it was first published in The Smart
Set in the fall of 1913, but when it was produced several years later.
In July 1913, Dreiser moved to 165 West Tenth Street in Greenwich Vil-
lage, an area that was home now to socialists and anarchists, whom
Mencken despised. “There was never a time in my youth,” Mencken wrote
in the 1940s, “when I succumbed to the Socialist sentimentalities that so
often fetch the young of the bourgeoisie.” Accordingly, he never seemed to
tire of criticizing Dreiser for his own socialist sympathies born out of a child-
hood of poverty. “While he lived uptown with Sara [ Jug ],” Mencken re-
called in another memoir with some bitterness after the two men had bro-
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ken oª their relationship for a decade, “he led a thoroughly bourgeois life,
and there was no sign in his carriage of the Bohemian, though he was al-
ready practicing a Latin Quarter promiscuity, but once he got down to 10th
Street he took to the life of art, and was soon a painful figure to his old
friends.”45 This is somewhat unfair. While Dreiser did enjoy “a Latin Quar-
ter promiscuity” there, he was less formally interested in its political visions
than he would become in the radical politics of the 1930s. He associated
primarily with Villagers whose intellectual reputations survive to one or an-
other extent today—though these, too, not simply the lesser figures, were
surely the targets of Mencken’s ridicule. Floyd Dell had moved there to write
for the Masses, then edited by Max Eastman. Others included the writer
Hutchins Hapgood, the anarchist John Reed and his protégé Lincoln
Steªens, the birth-control advocate Margaret Sanger, the poet Louis Un-
termeyer, Sinclair Lewis, and Waldo Frank, editor of The Seven Arts. Soon
after he settled there, Ficke and Powys joined the community. Dreiser vis-
ited the Liberal Club, a popular neighborhood meeting place for artists and
writers on MacDougal Street. There such progressives as Horace Traubel
on Whitman, Jacques Loeb on the latest sex theories, and others were cycled
through as speakers.46
Though Mencken delighted in castigating the literary philistines, he was
becoming ever more politically conservative and ever observant, at least in
public, of conventional morality. For his part, Dreiser was comfortable flout-
ing convention. When Kirah joined Dreiser on West Tenth Street in the
winter or spring of 1914, Mencken thought her Village friends “tin-pot” so-
cialists and found her bohemian way of decorating their ground-floor flat
distasteful and impractical. He couldn’t help contrasting Jug’s “folksy flats
in 123rd Street and upper Broadway” with Kirah’s campy arrangement of
their two-room flat with its ceiling-high windows and double coal fireplaces.
“The furniture was all arty and half a dozen paintings by Kirah hung on
the wall.” The building was old (it is long since torn down), reflecting the
general neglect of the neighborhood, which had been abandoned by the
upper middle class in New York’s huge development northward in the nine-
teenth century. Mencken also objected to the dim lighting. Kirah provided
the flat with candles that “were always guttering and going out.” At about
the same time John Cowper Powys, who lived a few blocks east of Dreiser
on Tenth Street and Patchin Place, told his brother Llewelyn that he wasn’t
sure whether Kirah was Dreiser’s “wife or his tart.”47
It was in this art nouveau austerity, where his Italian neighbors turned
out to be counterfeiters, that Dreiser, emboldened by the critical success of
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“The Girl in the Co‹n,” wrote in the summer of 1914 six more one acts,
dashing them oª in succession the way he had his Maumee stories in 1899.
These symbolic dramas were collected, along with “Girl,” in Plays of the
Natural and the Supernatural (1916). He was also stimulated in his play-
writing by the Washington Square Players, a group of for the most part am-
ateur actors who first practiced their experimental theater in the Liberal
Club, and at least once in Dreiser’s apartment, before opening to the pub-
lic with a bill of one-act plays in the spring of 1915.48
Dreiser’s were closet dramas, “reading plays” as he told Mencken, who
published some of them in the Smart Set. 49 As with “The Lost Phoebe,” it
is somewhat puzzling as to exactly where they came from, for the realist for
whom the Fact was glorious enough in The Financier and The Titan delved
into what would later be termed the Theater of the Absurd to speculate on
the meaning of life. Their themes on the “equation inevitable” anticipated
his philosophical essays in Hey, Rub-a-Dub-Dub (1920). Dreiser told
Mencken in sending him three of them that they represented “merely the
eªort at drama outside the ordinary limits of dramatic interpretation.”50
The editors of Dreiser’s collected plays speculate that a seeming brush with
death was the catalyst for at least one of them. While Dreiser was back in
Chicago seeing Kirah, who had temporarily returned there because of his
infidelities, he underwent surgery to remove a painful carbuncle on his neck.
The surgeon, Kirah’s family doctor, underestimated the time the operation
would take. As Kirah later told the biographer W. A. Swanberg,
Working with laughing gas Dr. Julia [Strong ] realized it was going to take
longer than she had anticipated and ordered oxygen. A nurse went to the
store room and found it locked. . . . In the end it was brought from another
building and by that time Theo was turning blue and we were all, doctor,
nurses and I, cha‹ng his hands and feet to restore circulation. When the
tank of oxygen was finally brought and administered he rose up on the op-
erating table roaring with gargantuan laughter. “I got it, I’ve got it on you
all, the secret of the universe, the same thing over and over, God damned
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