“The Forerunner,” it is really good. This new magazine is by—not “edited by”—Charlotte Perkins Gilman. For its thirty-two pages she writes the stories, short and serial, the articles, the verse, the book reviews, and the editorials.... The miracle demands chronicling: it is all interesting. The views presented have as their raison d’Être not that they are her own but that they are true. And with so much of “advanced” writing impossibly nebulous and sentimental, it is a pleasure to read matter that is clear and sane and entertaining withal. All of which sounds very improbable, but, fortunately, may be proved by any reader for himself.

—Evening Post, Chicago.