Sister’s account of the dinner with Henry James is too interesting for words. I’ve read it to everyone in sight and they are all thrilled
1 I should think she might feel “chesty.”
Well, I have seen the great Alton B Parker, have eaten in the same dining room with him not more than twenty feet away from him. He is a nice big clear fair haired blue eyed man. In announcing the decision on the debate he started out very well by saying that he realized that he had been chosen to do it because he was “a man of few words” having “overheard one of the young ladies say the [man] who announced the decision last year was awful -- he talked for half of an hour before he came to the point!” But what did the poor man do but get twisted and finally say the affirmative (Qui Vive) had won and then have to interrupt the applause of that society to say “No, I misspoke myself, it was the negative.” I felt sorry for him, but it was a strange mistake on his part of a judge I’ll admit.
Of course the seniors are pleased to death that T and M, the negative won.
The debate was on the same question on which I debated three weeks ago.
Goodbye
Oodles of love,
Peg.