Davis: O. Henry 393 at Lehigh University, trained in a city newspaper office untU he became one of the most successful special correspondents of his generation, he was admirably fitted to give to the reading public — enormous now because of the universality of the public school and the newspaper and the popular magazine — ^what it most wanted. He had what Jack London lacked utterly, liter- ary traditions, poise, a certain patrician touch, and an innate love of the romantic. What he might have become in an earlier and more literary era it is not hard to conjecture; what he did become was the result of the spirit of the age, for he became a journalist, a recorder of the ephemeral moment for the ephemeral moment, a reporter with pen marvellously facile and ready, a literary craftsman who mastered every detail of his craft. That Davis satisfied his generation goes without saying. A good newspaper man, he gave it what it desired, up-to- dateness, swift action, strangeness of setting presented with the authority of an eye-witness, and, moreover, a sprinkling of sentiment and mystery and romance. All of his work is brilliant, and there are parts that have the touch of distinction, but nowhere does it satisfy the supreme tests. He attempted too much, he skimmed over too much ground, he observed too much of the superficial and not enough of the real under- l3^ng heart of life. He was a facile sketcher of surfaces, a ver- satile entertainer, a craftsman rather than a critic of human life, an artist enamoured with his art rather than a creator who worked with the deeper materials of the human tragedy and comedy. ■ The period closes with the work of William Sydney Porter, better known as O. Henry (1862-1910), whose sudden rise and enormous popularity are one of the romances of the history of the short story. Only the bare facts of his biography need detain us: his Southern origin, his limited education, his sixteen years in Texas, his unfortunate experience as a bank clerk, his flight to South America, his return after a few months to serve a sentence in the Ohio State prison, and finally his last years in New York City — as picturesque a life as may be found in the annals of literature. His short story career began almost by accident, the result of his enforced leisure in prison. His first story. Whistling
