 Section 70 of Mark Twain in the New York Times, Part 5, 1907 through 1909. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain read by John Greenman. April 19, 1908, Twain and McCarran mix wit with art, and—Mark Twain tells about the cat. Twain and McCarran mix wit with art, and, incidentally, devour beef steak and beer with cartoonists. Long Pat wants paint. Says he'd like to picture some folks as he sees them, inside. Twain on heroes. Mark Twain, the humorist, Mamzell Faye Douglas, introduced as the champion long-distance soubrette of the world. Patrick H. McCarran and H. H. Rogers of the Standard Oil Company met some one-hundred fifty comic artists, cartoonists, caricaturists, humorous writers, comic writers, and other funny-looking people last night at Ryzenweber's Third Floor, where there was beefsteak and animal and vegetable spirits. Everybody said something, and many tidings were still doing at eleven o'clock when Mark Twain, Mr. Rogers, and Senator McCarran withdrew, but at that hour Roy McCartle exuberant with animal and vegetable spirits was trying to hold down all speakers to two second addresses. This was the first meeting of this company, most of those present being from New York, though Philadelphia and Newark were represented, and some sort of organization may eventuate from the meeting. At eleven o'clock it appeared that the proper name of the organization would be the Mutual Protective Bail Bond Association. The eating cards were of huge size, so that the artists might write down their stimulated fancies and pass them around. This was done. One of the inside pages of the big card had steak, in the size of type sometimes used on front pages to herald murders, and on the other inside page was beer, in type no smaller. The introductory speech. The card was entirely correct in its details. The things on the card were finally disposed of, though the drawing of pictures and seizure of autographs had been going on at such a pace, as said Homer Davenport later, but Mark Twain's signature, which last night sold for a few cents over four dollars, would now fall below thirty cents. Walt McDougal said to be of Philadelphia attempted to call the meeting to order, and proceeded with his address, not withstanding, as follows. I want to tell you of the pride and exaltation that fills me at the thought of having been called upon to preside over the greatest galaxy of human intellect ever gathered under one tent. Violent applause. Voices, let McCarran speak. You are a dear old man, Mac, but call the committee on credentials. I could make a long speech, went on the chairman. Terrible! yelled the audience. But I will now call on one, went on the chairman, who has hobnobbed with royalty. Run the Standard Oil Company. Many voices. Pat McCarran! Mark Twain on heroes. Mark Twain was called, however, and he said, in the matter of courage we all have our limits. There never was a hero who did not have his bounds. I suppose it may be said of Nelson and all the others whose courage has been advertised that there came times in their lives when their bravery knew it had come to its limit. I have found mine a good many times. Sometimes this was expected, often it was unexpected. I know a man who is not afraid to sleep with a rattlesnake, but you could not get him to sleep with a safety-raiser. I never had the courage to talk across a long, narrow room. I should be at the end of the room facing all the audience. If I attempt to talk across a room I find myself turning this way and that, and thus at alternate periods I have part of the audience behind me. You ought never to have any part of the audience behind you. You never can tell what they are going to do. I'll sit down." He was talking across the room. It must be said parenthetically and looking backward that before Mark Twain spoke, Erdinov Wolfe had introduced Mamzell Faye Douglas, the champion long-distance subret of the world, who sang a song about somebody getting on a horse with her out around Pueblo, Colorado. Mamzell Douglas wore a sort of bathing suit costume. Considerable applause greeted Mamzell Faye Douglas. Clarence Harvey was introduced as one who would read a poem. He did not, though no direct word against it was spoken, he started in to say that he thought that what had gathered around the boxes on which beef steak and beer had been sitting was the nucleus of a fine club. But he was cut off by this voice. Cut that out! That's my speech! Mr. Harvey did so, switching to a plea for the return to the simple life of Akkadie, as it is in most rhymes, where, in Arkadie, that is, the dairy maid attends to her own dairy and baby does not have to leave home for its meals. Senator Pat says he got his. Chairman McDougal said that, nevertheless, he would try for one more speech anyhow, thus introducing Senator McCarran. Thus spoke the senator, playing with his apron strings in a nonchalant sort of way. I am unlike Mr. Clemens. I know no limits to my courage. All that could happen, to be, has been performed. I don't care whether I talk across the room or along it. I have often thought that if I ever adopted the profession of caricaturing, I would draw the insides of some people, using some sort of x-ray apparatus, to find what they were really like inside. Now the artists, the excellent artists whom I see around me, have drawn my exterior in excellent pictures. They know not what they have done. They have made me popular with a female sex, and they can't vote. I have recently been in a position where I would have liked to picture some people as I saw them, inside. Senator McCarran said he did not agree with Frank J. Gould, who was quoted in the papers yesterday as saying that money was a curse. But even if it was, he said he was anxious to find out just exactly what kind of a curse it was. He pleaded with a cartoonist to draw him henceforth as a man who wanted to be a philanthropist, one who took pleasure in handing out money. He had noticed the pleasure it gave other men to hand out money. He wanted so much to taste that pleasure to the full. I have a great deal before me, he went on. I now receive a salary of one thousand five hundred dollars a year, and most of that is spent before I receive it. In conclusion he made this appeal to the artists and humorists present. If you can't do me any good, then go ahead and do me as much harm as you can. Mr. Clemens gets a picture. Archie Gunn, artist, sang, and was going to do it again when Chairman McDougal called upon Charles Battelle Loomis for the story about the lady with the gold fingernails. Flown was the cry. It was true. The artist, who is best known by the names Pal, which he signs to his pictures, and the big Turk, which he does not, drew the beautiful head of a beautiful girl in a few minutes, presenting it to Mark Twain, who said it was the most beautiful thing of the evening. Pal, alias the big Turk, said privately that the picture was not at all what it should have been. He had happened on the wrong canvas. It was an oil canvas. If he had a chalk canvas, why then H. H. Rogers, who sat by the side of Mark Twain, was called upon for words, these, he said. Mr. Clemens has paid me to keep still. Bob Davis tried to make a speech and was cried down, Roy McCartle leading the opposition. R. F. Outcolt also tried and couldn't. Then Senator McCarran, Mark Twain, and H. H. Rogers withdrew. But Mr. McCartle said he wouldn't. At last reports somebody was singing at Reisenwebber's third floor. Mark Twain tells about the cat. Hamilton Bermuda, April 10. A distinguished party consisting of Earl Gray, Governor General of Canada, Lady Gray, S. L. Clemens, Mark Twain, Mr. and Mrs. H. H. Rogers, and Lieutenant General and Mrs. Woodhouse, made a trip to the coral reefs on Wednesday as the guests of the Bermuda Natural History Society. They entered the glass-bottom boat as the steam launch came to a stop about three miles out of Hamilton. And gazing down into the crystal clear depths they admired the waving sea-fans, the graceful coral formations, and the many brilliant rainbow-hued fishes that played about beneath them. The party spent the better part of an hour looking at the wonders of this varied marine life. On the trip back they were entertained by Mark Twain's comments and stories which he has always ready for the occasion. It was while viewing the parade of the 46th Regiment at Prospect on Sunday last that Colonel Chapman invited him to address the children of the Garrison School. He consented, and next day appeared before them with a solemn mien. "'As I was on my way up the hill,' he said, "'I saw a cat jump over a wall, and that reminded me of a little incident of my childhood that may interest you. I was a little boy once on a time, and before that I was a little girl perhaps, though I don't remember it. There was a good deal of cholera around the Mississippi Valley in those days, and my mother used to dose us children with a medicine called Patterson's Patent Pain Killer. She had an idea that the cholera was worse than this medicine, but then she had never taken the stuff. It went down our insides like liquid fire and fairly doubled us up. I suppose we took fifty bottles of that pain killer in our family. I used to feed mine to a crack in the floor of our room when no one was looking. One day when I was doing this our cat, whose name was Peter, came into the room, and I looked at him and wondered if he might not like some of that pain killer. He looked hungry, and it seemed to me that a little of it might do him good. So I just poured out the bottle and put it before him. He did not seem to get the real effect of it at first, but pretty soon I saw him turn and look at me with a queer expression in his eyes, and the next minute he jumped to the window and went through it like a cyclone, taking all the flower pots with him. Just seeing that cat on the wall just now reminded me of the little incident of my childhood after many years. Earl Graham met the children of the Garrison School and told them about his plans for a great celebration of the Canadian Tercentenary. He said that it would cost a hundred thousand pounds to buy the planes of Abraham, the scene of the famous battle, and that he hoped to raise that amount by subscriptions of thruppances from all the quarters of the British Empire. The names of the subscribers would be enrolled in vellum scrolls and deposited in the great monument, which it is proposed to erect on the scene of the historic event. Gentlemen, you have remarked that my visit is a new departure for a Governor-General of Canada. Well I believe that to be true, but I also believe that if I am the first to visit Bermuda, I shall not be the last. If you resolve to have the best transportation service and the best hotels, you will encourage people from abroad to make homes in your islands, and I believe Providence has destined them to become in ever increasing degree the winter homes and the market garden of the Canadian people. End of Section 70, April 19, 1908, Twain and McCarran mix wit with art, and Mark Twain tells about the cat. Red by John Greenman. April 24, 1908, Child actors warm to their Mark Twain, an eye at every peekhole and an ear at every crack as he speaks. He tells good news, too. Here theatre and new directors for the children's educational play acting society gives aid. Say, didn't you ever see an automobile before? This in most scornful tones last night, from the larger boys in the crowd outside the children's theatre of the Education Alliance at Jefferson Street and East Broadway, it was announced that Mark Twain was to speak at the evening's performance, and society, with its motor-cars, descended upon the children's theatre, so naturally all the curious small boys in the neighbourhood swarmed around. To be sure, society didn't arrive till the first play, Editha's burglar, was well underway, and the regular patrons of the theatre who saved their few pennies desperately to go there were thrilling with admiration for the tiny Editha. Say, ain't she the cute one? Oh, she'll have that boy glyph fooled! they murmured to each other as society walked down the aisles. The curtain fell on the first play and they got busy behind, according to stage managerial directions. The child actors retired to the dressing-rooms, while the youthful stage-hands did their work. The assistant property-man stowed away safely the auto-horn with which he had announced the arrival of Editha's papa, and took a hand at the lashing. As the scenery was rushed hither and thither, just like the real behind the scenes, except for the conspicuous absence of profanity, there were many officious calls of shh, shh, silence there. For the children's orchestra was playing Mozart's magic flute music between acts, and the artists behind respected their fellow-workers in front. All of a sudden a small girl at one side of the curtain called out, That's him! There he comes! Him was Mark Twain, taking his place before the curtain, to make his speech. At the call the stage-hand stopped shifting, the property-man came running out with a vase in each hand, and out swarmed the actors from the dressing-rooms. Those from the first play had their makeup only half off, and those who were to be in the coming play had not yet developed sufficient temperament to object to being disturbed before going on to play their roles. And in all, the entire staff of the children's theatre ranged itself behind the curtains, with an eye at every possible peephole, and an ear at every crack. At the furthest left-hand edge sat Mrs. Whitmore, taking down the speech. I'm going to have every word he says, every word, she declared. Meanwhile quite unaware of this enthusiastic devotion behind the curtain, Mark Twain was making his speech to the audience in front. In opening Mr. Clemens called attention to the playing by the children's orchestra. We have all home talent here, he said. We, sniffed a girl flippantly, Silence, Becky!" answered the dressing-room mistress severely. However he is regarded elsewhere, the children at the Educational Alliance take Mark Twain seriously. Mr. Clemens made only a short address, pointing out the need for a children's theatre to supply the demand for amusement, and to give amusement of the right kind. He asserted that the work was entirely educational, and that the boys and girls training for the plays knew their Shakespeare far better than many Broadway audiences. So to watch they applause from the actors with their ears against the curtain. Of the hundreds of children in the classes of speech and action, only three, Mr. Clemens said, had developed any desire to take up acting as a profession. Then Mr. Clemens announced the news of the evening. After July 1 the Educational Theatre for Children will enter upon an independent existence under a different board of directors. The honorary president of the board is Mr. Clemens himself, and he said he took great pride in the choice, as he understood that the children themselves had had some voice in that election. Nods of approval from all the assembled theatre staff. The other directors are Robert Collier of Collier's Weekly, the Reverend Percy Stickney Grant, and President Stanley Hall of Clark University. Under this new direction a larger building will be erected to give more seating-room at the theatre, and to provide school-rooms for the accompanying classwork. The speech was over with great applause in front, but that was nothing compared with the joyous war dance behind in which all the children joined to the chant, "'Oh, we're to have the new theatre!' Then the stage manager called, "'Hey there, all ready!' The actors fled. The scene-shifters stood at attention, the light-man gathered up his blue bulbs, and all was order once more. But they crowded around the girl in the corner who had been taking notes. "'Did you get it all down? Every word he said?' They demanded as the curtain went up on, "'Ope, oh me, thumb!' the second play of the evening. End of Section 71, April 24, 1908, Child Actors Warm to Their Mark Twain, read by John Greenman. Section 72 of Mark Twain in the New York Times, Part 5, 1907-1909. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain read by John Greenman. May 15, 1908, Jubilee Dedication for City College. This article has been edited. And Four Hundred Alumni at the Waldorf. Jubilee Dedication for City College, Eighty Seats of Learning Represented at the Ceremonies on St. Nicholas Heights. Bryce and Twain there. Mrs. Cleveland touches electric button that rings the tower bell, analyzing the dedication. The College of the City of New York, which cost $6,500,000, and in its completed state is said to be second to none in the United States, was dedicated yesterday to the cause of higher education, free to all, under the most auspicious conditions. The day was an ideal one for the ceremonies at which no less than eighty colleges of this and other lands were represented in the throng that was gathered for the dedicatory exercises. Aside from the actual dedication there were two notable features. One was the ovation with which Mark Twain was received. The other was the raising of the stars and stripes to the lofty flagstaff on the plaza, while the assembled company sang America and the silken folds of the emblem snapped in the breeze. As the band struck up the star-spangled banner every hat was doffed, and cheer after cheer rang out to the echoes and re-echoed among the turreted towers of the surrounding buildings. Mark Twain reached the grounds just before the flag raising and instantly recognized he was welcomed with cheers as he walked with buoyant steps from the Amsterdam Avenue gate to the plaza. He wore the gown of a Doctor of Laws of Oxford, and the red and pale blue of his flowing robe and his shock of white hair would have made him a conspicuous figure in any assemblage. He joined a group of the guests and speakers consisting of Ambassador Brice, President Elliot of Harvard University, Joseph H. Chote, Mayor McClellan, and Edward M. Shepherd, President of the College Trustees, all greeting him cordially. The movement of the guests and speakers to the main hall, where the dedication exercises proper took place, proved a triumphal procession for Mark Twain. He walked with St. Clair McElway, but all efforts to carry on a conversation with the editor were futile. Cheer after cheer rang out for the distinguished author. He smiled, waved his hand, and doffed his cap to the enthusiastic throng. The undergraduates were unsparing in their welcome of the famous man of letters. What do you think of it? he was asked. I am not a bit embarrassed, he replied. Another reporter asked him if he didn't wish all the shouting boys could vote. That I don't, he said, laughing. I am afraid they might elect me sheriff or to some other high office which I am not qualified to fill. Until this time, and it was well onto two-thirty o'clock, every address had been serious, with little touch of humor. Save in Mr. Bryce's allusion to the Mary Widow hat. But ex-Ambassador Chote, who said he represented the plain citizen, brought a hearty laugh with the first word. I did not practice law in this city for nothing. One thing I learned, said he, was never to talk to a hungry judge, a hungry jury, or a hungry audience. The hungry jurors soon the sentence sign, and wretched hang, that jury men may dine. I don't want any one to hang on my words. There is an aching void that no words of mine will fill. A Shakespearean Citizen Now I am described as a citizen. I feel very much like those citizens described in the plays of Shakespeare. They are, you know, usually labeled as first citizen, second citizen, and so on. I am very like them, and I appear in plain clothes as well. They wear no caps and gowns, and neither you see do I. And I am like the citizen in Shakespeare, for it doesn't matter what they say, for they never say anything. There isn't much in the man who can live in New York for half a century and not get all there is in him educated. Everyone settled back for a good laugh when President Finley called on Mark Twain to speak for Oxford, introducing him as the foremost figure in American letters. When he could make himself heard, the author said, in all seriousness, How difficult indeed is the higher education. Mr. Chote evidently needs a little of it. He is not only lacking as a statistician of New York, but he is off, way off, in his mathematics. Four thousand citizens of New York indeed. But I don't think it was wise or judicious on the part of Mr. Chote to show the kind of higher education he has obtained. He has said that, seventy years ago, he was in the lap of that great educator, Horace Mann. I was there at the time, and see the result, the lamentable result. Maybe if he had had a sandwich here to sustain him, the result would not have been so serious. Governor Hughes was to have spoken, but telegraphed that he was kept away by pressing official duties. He sent his congratulations. Four hundred alumni at the Waldorf. They sing old songs and listen to the wisdom of Mark Twain. The old boys of the College of the City of New York, four hundred strong, representing the associate alumni of the institution, lustily last night, drank to the long life and prosperity of their alma mater at a dinner in the Waldorf Historia. It was the closing feature of the day of celebration in connection with the dedication of the new buildings on St. Nicholas Heights. The alumni sang the song with a zest which revived memories of the old days, when they were enrolled as students in the buildings now vacated for the larger and more magnificent quarters which the city has built. And when the echoes had died away, the alumni and members of the College faculty, together with the presidents of several other colleges in this and other states, listened to words of wisdom and wit by Mark Twain and others. One suggestion made by Mark Twain may take root and grow, the College men say, although when offered last night it was partially cloaked in jest. The suggestion was that a chair of citizenship be established at City College, and the idea met with applause. Mark Twain, who was late in arriving at the dinner, was lustily cheered. Someone facetiously shouted, Who is Mark Twain? Instantly came the reply from many throats, first in war, first in peace, and first in the hearts of his countrymen. Before the author was called upon to speak, the other speakers had been frequently interrupted by cries of louder. And on this Mark Twain commented, If you have a voice loud enough to state what you have to state, you don't have to have anything in what you say anyhow. And then he told of the mayor's suggestion made in his speech at the dedication exercises in the afternoon that citizenship should be placed above everything, even learning. Mark Twain's suggestion, I thought when the mayor said that, there was not a man within hearing who did not agree with that sentiment, added Mr. Clemens. And then I thought, is there in any College of the land a chair of citizenship, where good citizenship and all that it implies is taught? There is not one, that is, not one where sane citizenship is taught. There are some which teach insane citizenship, bastard citizenship, and that is all. Patriotism, yes, but patriotism is usually the refuge of the scoundrel. He is the man who talks the loudest. You can begin that chair of citizenship in the College of the City of New York. You can place it above mathematics and literature, and that is where it belongs. Some years ago on the gold coins we used to trust in God. We didn't put it on the coppers and the nickels because we were not sure. If you teach citizenship, you will teach that veracity is one of the first principles of good citizenship. I think that the Congress of the United States should take it upon itself to state just what we do believe in. That statement on the gold coins in God we trust was an overstatement. There is not a nation in the world which ever put its faith in God. In the unimportant cases of life, perhaps, we do trust in God. That is, if we rule out the gamblers and burglars and plumbers, for of course, they do not believe in God. If cholera ever reached these shores, the bulk of the nation would pray to be delivered from the plague. But the rest of the population would put their trust in the boards of health. If I remember rightly, the President required or ordered the removal of that sentence from the coins. Well, I didn't see that the statement ought to remain there. It wasn't true. The author then told of the forty-two children in the Holy Land who were devoured by two bears and suggested that if they put their trust in God, as they had been advised to do by the Prophet, they were sadly disappointed. He respects the Prophets. But I have a great respect for the bald-headed Prophets, he resumed. I expect to be one myself sometime. I don't know Mr. Brian, but he's got that sort of a head. If Congress puts that motto back on the coins, I hope they will modify it. There are limitations. If there is not room on the coins for the limitations, let them enlarge the coins. Now I want to tell a story about jumping at conclusions. It was told to me by Bram Stoker, and it concerns a christening. There was a little clergyman who was prone to jump at conclusions sometime. One day he was invited to officiate at a christening. He went. There sat the relatives, intelligent looking relatives they were. The little clergyman's instinct came to him to make a great speech. He was given to flights of oratory that way, a very dangerous thing, for often the wings which take one into the clouds of oratorical enthusiasm are wax and melt up there and down you come. But the little clergyman couldn't resist. He took the child in his arms and, holding it, looked at it a moment. It wasn't much of a child. It was little, like a sweet potato. Then the little clergyman waited impressively and then, I see in your countenance, he said, disappointment of him. I see you are disappointed with this baby. Why? Because he is so little. My friends, if you had but the power of looking into the future, you might see that great things may come of little things. His name was Marianne. There is the great ocean holding the navies of the world which came from little drops of water, no larger than a woman's tears. There is the great constellations in the sky made up of little bits of stars. Oh, if you could consider his future, you might see that he might become the greatest poet of the universe, the greatest warrior the world has ever known. Greater than Caesar, than Hannibal, than, uh, um, turning to the father. What's his name? The father hesitated, then whispered back. His name? Well, his name is Marianne. It was nearly midnight when Mr. Clemens finished speaking. With a long cigar in his mouth, he hastened from the dining hall, pausing at the door to say, I have an important engagement at a quarter of eleven. It was then eleven forty-five. End of section seventy-two, May fifteenth, nineteen-eight, Jubilee dedication for city college, and four hundred alumni at the Waldorf. Read by John Greenman. Section seventy-three of Mark Twain in the New York Times, part five, nineteen-o-seven through nineteen-o-nine. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain read by John Greenman. May twenty-first, nineteen-o-eight, Mark Twain gives thanks to the American booksellers for helping him make a living. At the annual dinner of the American Booksellers Association last evening at the Rooms of the Aldine Association, Mark Twain in his usual white flannel suit, told how well his suits had sold since they had passed from subscription agents into the hands of the booksellers. For thirty-six years my books were sold by subscription, he said. The books passed into the hands of my present publishers in nineteen-o-four, and then became the providers of my diet. I think I may say, without flattering you, that you have done exceedingly well by me. By the terms of my contract my publishers had to account to me for fifty thousand volumes per year for five years, and pay me for them whether they sold them or not. It is at this point that you gentlemen come in, for it was your business to unload the two hundred and fifty thousand volumes upon the public in five years, if you possibly could. Have you succeeded? Yes, you have, and more. For in four years, with a year still to spare, you have sold the two hundred and fifty thousand volumes, and two hundred and forty thousand, besides. The storyteller then said he was building a farmhouse with the proceeds, where he intends to take a vacation for thirty or forty years before completing the five books he is now engaged on. Other speakers at the dinner were the Reverend Dr. Newell Dwight Hillis, Burgess Johnson, Will Irwin, Holman Day, and Simon Brentano. About four hundred were present. End of Section 73, May 21st, 1908, Mark Twain gives thanks. Old Boys, from many famous English universities and schools, including Oxford and Cambridge, and Eaton and Harrow, met at Delmonico's last night to celebrate Victoria Day, under the auspices of the British Schools and Universities Club. Victoria, on the other hand, is more generally known throughout the British colonies, was founded on the late Queen's birthday, the twenty-fourth of May. Falling this year on a Sunday, the annual dinner of the club had perforced to be held one day late. The chief guest of honour last night was Samuel L. Clemens, who, as Mark Twain, is loved throughout the world, and who, in the past, has been conferred on him by the university during his visit last year. Dr. W. E. Lambert, president of the club, was toastmaster and read a cable from King Edward, sent through Lord Knowles, conveying a message to him, saying that he had been conferred on him by the university during his visit last year. Dr. W. E. Lambert, president of the club, was toastmaster and read a cable from King Edward, sent through Lord Knowles, conveying a message of goodwill to the club. Seated at the guest table with him were Mr. Clemens, W. Courtney Bennett, C. I. E. British Consul General at New York, J. E. Grote Higgins, the Reverend A. H. Judge, past president of the club, the Reverend D. Parker Morgan, D. D., Dr. John McPhee, president of the Canadian Society, Robert P. Porter, Reginald Walsh, and J. D. Peterson, secretary. Mr. Clemens responded to the toast, Queen Victoria, an American tribute. He prefaced his remarks by reciting one or two of his humorous experiences, including an imaginary interview which he thought he overheard between Livingston and Stanley, when the latter found Livingston in Central South Africa. Livingston wanted to know the news of the world for the five years he had been in Africa, and Mark Twain overheard Stanley tell how the rulers of most of the countries had been changed, finally concluding, and Horace Greeley has changed his political faith. As a woman, the Queen was all that the most exacting standards could require. As a far-reaching and effective and beneficent moral force, she had no peer in her time among either monarchs or commoners. As a monarch, she was without reproach in her great office. One may not venture, perhaps, to say so sweeping a thing as this in cold blood about any monarch that preceded her, either upon her own throne or upon any other. It is a colossal eulogy, but it is justified. What she did for us in America in our time of storm and stress, we shall not forget, and whenever we call it to mind, we shall always remember the wise and righteous mind that guided her in it and sustained and supported her. PRINCE ALBERTS We need not talk any idle talk here tonight about either possible or impossible war between the two countries. There will be no war, we remain sane, and the son of Victoria and Albert sits upon the throne. Consul General Bennett, alluding to the feeling between England and America, said, I will stake my reputation that there never can be serious trouble between the two countries. They are marching along the same line, with the same object in view, and they are marching now, as they will in the future, as one great nation. End of Section 74, May 26, 1908, Twain eulogizes Queen Victoria, read by John Greenman. Section 75 of Mark Twain in the New York Times, Part 5, 1907-1909. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain read by John Greenman. June 3, 1908. Business Troubles, the Plasmon Company of America. Another set of schedules of the Plasmon Company of America manufacturer of food products, 59 Pearl Street, of which Mark Twain was acting president, was filed yesterday by R. D. Hannah, Secretary. They show liabilities of $17,347, and assets of $4,173, consisting of stock $1,500, cash in Knickerbocker Trust Company, $819, office furniture $700, machinery and tools $1,000, and accounts $154. In addition to these assets there are unliquidated claims for damages to the goodwill of the business against S. L. Clemens, Mark Twain, for $25,000, and R. W. Ashcroft for $5,000. The schedules filed several weeks ago showed liabilities of $26,843, and assets of $1,395. End of Section 75, June 3, 1908. Business Troubles, the Plasmon Company of America. Read by John Greenman. Section 76 of Mark Twain in The New York Times, Part 5. 1907-1909. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain read by John Greenman. June 8, 1908. Dinner to Charles R. Kennedy. Ms. Elizabeth Jordan gave a dinner at Delmonico's last night in honor of Charles R. Kennedy, author of The Servant in the House, and Mrs. Kennedy, Edith Wynne Matheson. Among those present were Mark Twain, Mr. and Mrs. Salden Bacon, Mr. and Mrs. St. Clair McElway, Charles A. Conant, Mrs. James Robert McKee, Mr. and Mrs. Morgan Gultress, Ms. Elizabeth Cutting, and Mr. Arthur Brisbane. End of Section 76, June 8, 1908. Dinner to Charles R. Kennedy. Read by John Greenman. Section 77 of Mark Twain in The New York Times, Part 5. 1907-1909. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain read by John Greenman. June 9, 1908. Mark Twain gives $10 to Ms. Eustis's fund for feeding needy school children. Jenny Eustis, leading woman of The Witching Hour Company at the Hackett Theater, who had undertaken to raise $1,000 for the fund to aid the indigent school children of New York, yesterday received a letter from Mark Twain in closing a check for $10. The letter, which was written from 21 Fifth Avenue, said, Dear Ms. Eustis, I wish to contribute the enclosed $10 to that $1,000, which you propose to raise among our profession. I think I have fairly earned the right to say our, for I have been monologuing before the Footlights for 40 years, and I am on the free list of all the righteously conducted theaters in the country. Sincerely yours, S. L. Clemens. Though Ms. Eustis announced her intention of collecting funds only three days ago, she has already received nearly $200. These subscriptions have been from professional friends, and also from friends and acquaintances in no manner connected with the stage. End of Section 77, June 9, 1908, Mark Twain gives $10, read by John Greenman. Section 78 of Mark Twain in The New York Times, Part 5, 1907 through 1909. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain read by John Greenman. June 12, 1908, Twain Heads Theatre. Humorist is President of Educational Theatre for Children. Word was received yesterday from Albany of the incorporation of the Educational Theatre for Children and Young People, which has here to form been run as a department of the Educational Alliance. It will now be operated independently of that body. Samuel L. Clemens is President, Percy Stickney Grant, Vice President, Alice Minnie Hertz Secretary, and Robert J. Collier Treasurer. Otto Kahn and G. Stanley Hall are its directors. This theatre has been meeting a need in the East Side for the last five years. It has produced plays especially suited to the needs of children and young people, and it will continue the policy. End of Section 78, June 12, 1908, Twain Heads Theatre, read by John Greenman. Section 79 of Mark Twain in The New York Times, Part 5, 1907 through 1909. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain read by John Greenman. June 14, 1908, Twain's daughter talks about him. Miss Clara Clemens says it is hard to have a genius for a father. Taken for Buffalo Bill. Father wears white suit to remind him of bed, says Miss Clara. Special Correspondence of The New York Times. London, June 6. Miss Clara Clemens, daughter of Mark Twain, who is the possessor of a rich contralto voice, has made her debut in this country as a concert singer at the Queen's Hall. She will give a recital with Miss Marie Nichols, violinist, and Mr. Wark, pianist, at the Beckstein Hall on June 16. Miss Clemens inherits her father's sense of humour, and in an article published in The London Express she tells of the tribulations which face the daughter of a celebrity. Miss Clemens writes as follows, I have just come to the conclusion that things want readjusting in this old world of ours. Need I mention the fact that I refer to the glaring injustice of having to go about labelled Mark Twain's daughter when I am doing my best to pursue a musical career? Father is, of course, a genius, and that is what makes me so tired. My fatigue is directly caused by the insistent strain, prolonged over some years and induced by trying to find a secret hiding place where I can shroud my identity and be sure of a really comfortable bed. I have a mind to scour Europe for such a place, and when I have found it to take to bed for, say, a couple of years, and arise a genius. For the bed habit is the recipe of Father's success. While I have been tearing myself out in an endeavour to rise to the heights as anybody else's daughter, he has just lain in bed and thought things and got out of bed now and then to loaf around on a lecture tour or tramp lazily through Europe. That's why I'm looking for a really comfortable bed. Genius is the art of taking to bed. Father called me a genius once when I was about fifteen, and, although I guess he was just fooling me, I am not likely to forget the occasion. He had gone on a lecture tour with Mr. George W. Cable, the Southern writer, and during his absence, We Girls, my two sisters and myself, arranged some theatricals as a surprise for him on his return to our home at Hartford, Connecticut. The piece we selected was The Prince and the Pulper, and Father pretended to enjoy it just as much as we did, and, as I said before, he informed me that I was a genius. Shortly after that memorable night I came over to Europe. Then my troubles began. They began in Berlin, where Father, thanks to no violent physical efforts on his part, is wonderfully popular. When I was not studying hard at my music I would go out occasionally to little functions where I would sit in a corner and be completely ignored by all assembled until some foolish person whispered to another, I believe that's Mark Twain's daughter in the corner. Then the guests would arrive as one man and swoop down upon me and expect me to be bright and amusing after a hard day's work. These, of course, were the occasions when my august parent was not present. At social gatherings, graced by his presence, my existence was on the level of a footstool, always an unnecessary object in a crowded room. Father, fresh from bed, would completely flood the place with his talk, and yet the secret of his popularity never occurred to me at the time. But Father has had much to endure, too. The last time he was in London he was assailed in Regent Street by a venerable old lady who shook him cordially by the hand and repeated fervently, I have always wanted to shake hands with you. My father, who was feeling particularly brilliant after a long day's rest, was much moved and responded gratefully. So you know who I am, madam? Of course I do answered the old lady with enthusiasm. Your Buffalo Bill! Father's white suit is another of my trials. I have always believed that the reason he took to wearing it is that it soothed him and reminded him of bed. His white hair, too, can be explained scientifically. The explanation can be found in any well-equipped natural history museum. The hares and the birds and the foxes in the Arctic regions are of a dazzling whiteness when the snow covers their haunts. Father is therefore a striking example of what is known as sympathetic coloration. His hair has gradually assumed the color of his pillow. But I must do, Father, bear justice. In spite of his lying in bed habit he can be impetuous both in speech and action. When he gets too impetuous in speech I rise to the occasion and answer him back. Last winter I was to sing at an important evening concert on the other side, and the entire family had been invited to attend a function in the afternoon. Father, being unmusical, could not understand that I should have been unfit to sing if I had chattered after his own fashion all the afternoon. And so I coaxed him to go and represent the family. At first he objected strongly, but finally in a burst of impetuosity he said, Yes, I'd go to that reception. I'd go to blank for you. To which I thoughtfully replied, If ever, Father, you should be called upon to go there, please go labeled I'm for Clara." End of Section 79, June 14, 1908, Twain's daughter talks about him. Read by John Greenman. Section 80 of Mark Twain in the New York Times, Part 5. 1907 through 1909. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain read by John Greenman. June 27, 1908, from Mark Twain to Mrs. Cleveland. Princeton, New Jersey, June 26. Samuel L. Clemens sent this message to Mrs. Cleveland today. He was a man I knew, loved and honored, for twenty-five years. I mourn for you. End of Section 80, June 27, 1908, from Mark Twain to Mrs. Cleveland. Read by John Greenman. Section 81 of Mark Twain in the New York Times, Part 5. 1907 through 1909. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain read by John Greenman. July 1, 1908. Memorial to T. B. Aldrich. Notable speakers at opening of Poets Home as Museum. Portsmouth, New Hampshire, June 30. A large gathering of distinguished persons, representative of many walks of life, came to this city today to do honor to the memory of Thomas Bailey Aldrich, the poet, by assisting in the exercises held in connection with the dedication and opening of the poet's former home as a memorial museum. Mayor Wallace Hackett of Portsmouth, President of the Thomas Bailey Aldrich Memorial Association, presided over the exercises which had been arranged under the direction of Major Talbot Aldrich, son of the poet. Prominent among those who took part in the literary exercises were Governor Curtis Guild Jr. of Massachusetts, Hamilton Wright Mabey, Richard Watson Gilder, and Samuel L. Clemens Mark Twain of New York, and Thomas Nelson Page of Washington, D.C., fellow authors and friends of Mr. Aldrich. End of Section 81, July 1, 1908, Memorial to T. E. B. Aldrich, read by John Greenman. Section 82 of Mark Twain in the New York Times, Part 5, 1907 through 1909. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain read by John Greenman. August 2, 1908. This article has been edited. Editor Moffitt dies, struggling in surf. Mark Twain's nephew, a victim of apoplexy on high sea at Seabright. Wife sees him go down. A. Q. W. Tolman, his brother-in-law, plunges in and drags him out, but he is dead. An editor of Colliers. Special to the New York Times. Norman D. by the Sea. August 1. Samuel E. Moffitt, nephew of Mark Twain, an editor of Colliers Weekly, and before that a well-known magazine writer, was taken from the surf here this afternoon, dead. Three physicians who tried to resuscitate Mr. Moffitt decided that death had been due to apoplexy, super-induced by fright and overexertion, and not to drowning. His struggles in the water and death were witnessed by his agonized wife. End of Section 82, August 2, 1908. Editor Moffitt dies, struggling in surf. Read by John Greenman. Section 83 of Mark Twain in the New York Times, Part 5. 1907 through 1909. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain read by John Greenman. September 8, 1908. New York loses Mark Twain. Physician leases Fifth Avenue House, and author will live in Connecticut. With the leasing of 21 Fifth Avenue for a term of years to a physician, that address ceases to be the townhouse of Mark Twain. Mr. Clemens will spend his time principally at his Italian villa at Reading, Connecticut in the future. His physicians have pointed out to him the strain of life in town during the winter, which in his case involved attendance at many dinners given in his honor. Even with the usual indulgence in the famous Mark Twain nap between the roast and the coffee, there was still an element of weariness left for the author. Then, too, he was liable to interruption in his work, though not so liable as less known writers, since he was well guarded, some of his near relatives being unable to see him without an appointment. At the present time the only furniture remaining in the Fifth Avenue House is a small table for the card of visitors, some chairs, a rug on the drawing-room floor, and a few pictures on the walls. The author's daughter, Ms. Clemens, is due to arrive on the Carolina on Thursday. She has been traveling abroad with friends. With the party is Charles Warke of New York, whose engagement to Ms. Clemens has been rumored. Mr. Clemens will come to town from Reading to-day to be on hand when the Carolina comes in. With the aid of the few furnishings left in the house, Ms. Clemens will give a reception at the old house on the evening of her arrival. It has been suggested that her engagement will be announced at that time. The Fifth Avenue House has been leased by Dr. Robert J. Kahn for five years. It will be somewhat altered. Mr. Clemens' billiard room will become the physician's consulting room, while the top floor, where Mr. Clemens had his study and library, will be given over to servants. End of Section 83, September 8, 1908, New York loses Mark Twain, read by John Greenman. Section 84 of Mark Twain in the New York Times, Part 5, 1907 through 1909. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain read by John Greenman. September 19, 1908, burglars invade Mark Twain Villa. Captured after a pistol fight on a train in which prisoner and officer are shot. Alarmed by a woman. Notice posted by Mark Twain, notifying the next burglar, where to find the plated wear. Special to the New York Times. Danbury, Connecticut, September 18. Mark Twain's home at Reading, Innocence at Home, was visited by two professional burglars last night. The wakefulness of Ms. Lyons, the humorous private secretary, was the undoing of the bold crooks who were captured after a fight on a New Haven train. Mr. Clemens today posted this notice on the door of his house. Notice, to the next burglar, there is nothing but plated wear in this house now and henceforth. You will find it in that brass thing in the dining room over the corner by the basket of kittens. If you want the basket, put the kittens in the brass thing. Do not make a noise. It disturbs the family. You will find rubbers in the front hall by that thing which has the umbrellas in it. Chiffonier, I think they call it, or Pergola or something like that. Please close the door. Yours truly, S. L. Clemens. Ms. Lyons, the humorous secretary, was aroused about midnight by the sound of breaking glass in the lower part of the house. She went softly down the stairs to find a flood of light in the dining room and that the sideboard, with its solid silver, was missing from its customary place in the room. Cautiously slipping along in the shadows to a point where she could have a view of the garden to which her attention had been called by an open window in the dining room, Ms. Lyons saw two men forcing the doors and drawers of the sideboard which they had carried out, apparently in the hope that they would not be interrupted in their work. Without giving the burglars any cause for alarm, Ms. Lyons summoned Mr. Clemens and the butler and then telephoned for Deputy Sheriff Banks, Harry Lounsbury and several neighbors. Before any of them reached the scene, the burglars had fled with their booty. Following the awakening of Ms. Lyons and her discovery that burglars had been at work, search of Mark Twain's place was made by Mr. Lounsbury, the Deputy Sheriff, and neighbors, and on the lawn some distance away was found the empty drawer. Mr. Lounsbury and Deputy Sheriff Banks found peculiar footprints, which they followed, to Bethel. Mr. Lounsbury discovered the men on the train in the smoking-car. He attempted to engage them in conversation and asked them if they lived in Danbury. The men replied vaguely. Mr. Lounsbury said he noticed that both men's shoes had rubber heels, which it was said would correspond with the tracks in the roadway. When the train arrived at Reading, Mr. Lounsbury got off and notified Banks that he believed the men they were after were the two to whom he had been talking. Banks boarded the train, and when an attempt was made to arrest the burglars, one ran out of the car door and jumped off and the other showed fight and drew a revolver. He fired four shots, one of which struck the Sheriff in the leg, and one, the last in the struggle, hit the burglar himself in the head. A passenger jumped into the fight and subdued the burglar with a club, cutting his head open. The burglar who jumped was found under a bridge in Brookside Park. A physician was called, and the wounds of the Sheriff and of the injured robber were attended to. Later in the morning the men were taken before Justice Hickerson for a hearing. Mr. Clemens, his daughter Miss Clara, and Mr. Wark appeared at the hearing. The men had taken only the solid silverware, and this was all recovered. The plated ware they had evidently discarded. The hearing was held in a small room of an old-fashioned house, Justice Hickerson sitting at a little table. The witnesses and the prisoners occupied the same city. Mr. Clemens had on his white suit. The prisoners described themselves as Charles Hoffman, age 30, of South Norfolk, and Henry Williams, aged 40, no address. Both men were held for the Superior Court. Other counts of assault resisting an officer and carrying concealed weapons were lodged against Williams. He was the wounded man. They were taken to the Bridgeport Jail this afternoon. Later they were taken before Judge William Case of the Superior Court. Williams was charged with the burglary and held under $5,000 bail. Besides the burglary charge, a second charge of assault, with intent to kill, was entered against Hoffman, and his bail fixed at $7,500. End of Section 84, September 19, 1908, Burglars invade Mark Twain Villa, read by John Greenman. Section 85 of Mark Twain in The New York Times, Part 5, 1907 through 1909. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain read by John Greenman. This edited article includes only portions relevant to Mark Twain. November 6, 1908 Pilgrims Dine Lord Northcliff, and hear a little chaff about the world as presented in the Cable News. The Pilgrims of the United States entertained Lord Northcliff last night at a dinner at Delmonico's, and some 250 men, prominent in finance, politics, science, and journalism, joined in doing honour to the peer who is so eminent in British journalism. This characteristic telegram came from Mark Twain. I am sorry, indeed, that I cannot be at the Pilgrims' dinner to Lord Northcliff, whom I hold in high esteem and friendly regard. I ask him to forget, for a moment, that he is a legislator, and join me in a health to the sacred memory of that great Englishman who, on this day, 303 years ago, tried to blow up a parliament which was meditating a limitation of copyright, but was defeated by the mistaken interference of a providence more interested in spectacular mercy than in plain square justice. End of Section 85, November 6, 1908, Pilgrims Dine Lord Northcliff, read by John Greenman. Section 86 of Mark Twain in The New York Times, Part 5, 1907 through 1909. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain read by John Greenman. November 11, 1908, Mark Twain Burglars on Trial. Author on Witness Stand identifies silverware they stole from him. Danbury, Connecticut, November 10. Charles Hoffman and Henry Williams were put on trial here today on the charge of robbing the home of Samuel L. Clemens, Mark Twain, in Reading several weeks ago. Against Williams, who resisted arrest and shot at the officer attempting to arrest him, the additional charge of assault with intent to kill was placed. The prisoners were guarded by three deputy-sheriffs, while they were in court, as they are believed to be desperate men. Mr. Clemens came down from his place, Innocence at Home, in an automobile, accompanied by his secretary, Miss Lyon, and several neighbors. He was bundled up in furs, but in a room on the first floor he left his outer garments and appeared in the courtroom, attired in a light gray suit. When called to the witness stand, he was addressed as Dr. Clemens by prosecuting attorney Stiles Judson throughout his examination. Mr. Clemens identified a large part of the silverware, which was recovered at the time the Burglars were arrested on a train. End of Section 86, November 11, 1908, Mark Twain Burglars on trial, read by John Greenman. November 12, 1908, Twain Burglars sentenced. Men who broke into Samuel L. Clemens' home get prison terms. Danbury, Connecticut, November 11. When the trial of Henry Williams and Charles Hoffman, accused of breaking into the Italian villa of Samuel L. Clemens, Mark Twain, at Redding, several weeks ago, was resumed in the Superior Court this afternoon, both men changed their pleas of not guilty to guilty. The court sentenced Hoffman to not less than three nor more than five years in state prison. On the charge of burglary Williams received not less than five nor more than six years in state prison, and on the charge of assault with intent to kill, to which he also pleaded guilty, not more than four years in state prison. End of Section 87, November 12, 1908, Twain Burglars sentenced, read by John Greenman. Section 88 of Mark Twain in the New York Times, Part 5, 1907 through 1909. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain read by John Greenman. November 26, 1908, Mark Twain in Milk Products Company. Samuel L. Clemens, otherwise Mark Twain, is one of the directors of the new Plasman Milk Products Company, incorporated yesterday in this city with a capital of $100,000 to exploit a patented milk food. The other directors are Ralph A. Ashcroft and R. A. M. Hobbs. The ownership of patents has been the subject of litigation between Mr. Clemens and other parties interested, but it was said yesterday that he had been successful in all suits. End of Section 88, November 26, 1908, Mark Twain in Milk Products Company, read by John Greenman. Section 89 of Mark Twain in the New York Times, Part 5, 1907 through 1909. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain, read by John Greenman. December 1, 1908, Mark Twain is 73. Passes his birthday quietly at his Connecticut home. Reading, Connecticut, November 30. Samuel Clemens, Mark Twain, passed his 73rd birthday quietly at his home here today, as was his custom, Mr. Clemens took his morning ride, passing the remainder of the day with his household. End of Section 82, December 1, 1908, Mark Twain is 73, read by John Greenman. Section 90 of Mark Twain in the New York Times, Part 5, 1907 through 1909. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain, read by John Greenman. December 21, 1908, saves Ms. Clara Clemens. O. Gabrielovich stops Runaway Horse about to plunge down a bank, special to the New York Times. Danbury, Connecticut, December 20. Ms. Clara Clemens, daughter of Samuel L. Clemens, Mark Twain, was saved from serious injury and possible death this morning through the action of Osip Gabrielovich, a Russian pianist who is a guest at Innocence at Home, the residence of Mark Twain in Reading. Mr. Gabrielovich, who is making a tour of America, and Ms. Clemens went for a sleigh ride this morning, leaving the Twain residence at ten o'clock. While passing through Reading Glen, about three miles from Ms. Clemens' home, the horse took fright at a wind-wipped newspaper and bolted. Mr. Gabrielovich, who was driving, lost control of the horse. At the top of a hill the sleigh overturned, and Ms. Clemens was thrown out. At the right of the summit of the hill is a drop of fifty feet. When the sleigh turned over, the Russian leapt to the ground and caught the horse by the head, stopping it as it was about to plunge over the bank, dragging Ms. Clemens, whose dress had caught in the runner. In leaping to rescue Ms. Clemens, he sprained his right ankle. Ms. Clemens was picked up uninjured, but suffered greatly from the shock of the accident. The injury to the pianist's ankle was painful, but he helped Ms. Clemens into the sleigh and drove her to her home. End of Section 90, December 21, 1908, Saves Ms. Clara Clemens, read by John Greenman. Section 91 of Mark Twain in The New York Times, Part 5, 1907 through 1909. This liver-box recording is in the public domain read by John Greenman. December 24, 1908, Mark Twain turns into a corporation. The pen name is incorporated to save daughters from literary pirates. Family holds the stock. With the expiration of his copyrights, the new company will control all his works. For the purpose of allowing his two daughters, Clara L. and Jean L. Clemens, to receive the financial benefits of his works for the greatest possible length of time, Samuel L. Clemens, America's greatest humorist, and Man of Letters, has incorporated his pen name of Mark Twain. The plan had been under discussion by Mr. Clemens, Ralph W. Ashcroft, his literary agent, and R. A. Mansfield Hobbs, his legal adviser, for more than a year. So greatly interested has Mr. Clemens become in the idea, and so anxious has he become to keep the financial benefit of his long and arduous life's work within his own family, instead of allowing it to be filched away by strangers, that Mr. Ashcroft has spent every weekend with him at Reading, Connecticut, where the Clemens family have been living since last June. As a result of these consultations it was decided that the surest way to keep the earnings of Mr. Clemens books continually in the family, even after the copyright on the books themselves expires, was to incorporate the Mark Twain name itself. The Mark Twain Company of New York has accordingly been formed, the purpose of which is to secure to the author and to his family all rights in the Nome de Plume. Mr. Clemens himself is president of the company. Mr. Ashcroft, secretary and treasurer, Mr. Clemens two daughters, and his secretary, Miss Isabel V. Lyon, are the directors. Mr. Hobbs, the attorney, forwarded the articles of incorporation to the Secretary of State on Monday, and they were formally placed on file yesterday. The Mark Twain Company is capitalized for the nominal sum of five thousand dollars. All the stock is held in Mr. Clemens' own name at present, but it is understood that at his death the shares will be divided equally between the two Mrs. Clemens, his sole heirs. Mr. Clemens could not be reached at Reading last night. Ralph W. Ashcroft at his home in Brooklyn gave this explanation of the incorporation. The knowledge that the copyright of his works would soon expire, and that strangers instead of his own kin would reap the financial benefit from his literary works, has troubled Mr. Clemens for a year. He has been in consultation with Mr. Hobbs and myself practically every week. We finally hit on the plan of incorporating the Mark Twain name itself. We believe that when this name is the property of a perpetual corporation, Mr. Clemens' heirs will be in the position to enjoy perpetually the publication of all of the Mark Twain books not authorized by the Mark Twain Company, even after the twenty-year first copyright and ten-year secondary copyright have expired. Mr. Ashcroft was not prepared to say at present whether the incorporation of the Mark Twain name would prevent any publisher after the expiration of copyrights on the books from printing the books under the name of Samuel L. Clemens. He said that this was a matter for the courts to decide, and that the incorporation of the Mark Twain name, at least, put Mr. Clemens' daughters in a position in which they could make a legal fight for their rights. Gilbert Ray Hawes, the lawyer who defended Frau Wagner's copyright to Parseval five years ago, was one of a number of copyright specialists who expressed interest in Mr. Clemens' plan. Mr. Hawes pointed out a method by means of which he said he believed that the Mrs. Clemens could keep all unauthorized publishers from ever publishing their father's works, even if the unauthorized editions were put out under the name of Samuel L. Clemens. If after the copyrights on Mr. Clemens' works expire, a perpetual title is held to the name Mark Twain, and if the life of the original copyrights of the works has been expanded by the addition of new chapters or new material, I believe that Mr. Clemens' heirs could enjoin the publication by other publishers of the original works, even if these works were published under the name of Samuel L. Clemens, said Mr. Hawes. The Mrs. Clemens could assert that the reprint of the original unamended works under a different name to that under which they were originally published was not the publication of the genuine book and that it was interfering with the publication of the genuine book. An injunction at least could be issued on these grounds. Mr. Clemens has already announced that he intends to extend the length of his copyrights by the addition of chapters from time to time. End of Section 91, December 24, 1908, Mark Twain turns into a Corporation. Red by John Greenman. Section 92 of Mark Twain in the New York Times, Part 5, 1907 through 1909. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain read by John Greenman. December 28, 1908, Mark Twain, to Red Cross. Writer commends the use of stamps to add to Relief Fund. In a letter to the Red Cross Christmas Stamp Committee, Mark Twain has endorsed the idea of stamps and mentioned the personal use to which he puts them. His letter says, Ladies, in paying New Year bills, and also in postponing them, I will stick on a Red Cross stamp. If you will suggest in print that the whole country do the same, the Red Cross will prosper to your content. I know this, for I know that all America is warm at the heart and generous at this time of year, and will thank you for your suggestion and follow it. Respectfully yours, Mark Twain. Such has been the success of the sale of the stamps within the last week that the Committee has decided to continue the sale until January 1st. End of Section 92, December 28, 1908, Mark Twain to Red Cross. Section 93 of Mark Twain in the New York Times, Part 5, 1907 through 1909. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain read by John Greenman. January 21, 1909, Twain talks to doctors. Dr. Clemens describes imaginary medical school at his country home. At the annual dinner of the Directors and Faculty of the New York Postgraduate Medical School and Hospital at Delmonico's last night, Mark Twain, a member of the Postgraduate Corporation and appropriately introduced as Dr. Samuel L. Clemens, told the imaginary establishment of an imaginary branch of the Postgraduate School at his home in Reading, Connecticut. He recounted the imaginary ailments of the imaginary patients, and told of the disagreements and diagnosis between himself and the other members of the faculty, to it a horse doctor and an undertaker. Dr. Clemens, who wore his now famous white suit of dinner clothes, and seemed to be comfortable in them, also talked at some length about his celebrated burglars. He declared that he had never lost anything through burglars. On the contrary, he had been a gainer, he declared, because the burglars had frightened away some undesirable servants. I desire to honour two noble institutions, said Dr. Clemens, both of which are teachers. One is the Postgraduate, and the other the Children's Theatre, of which I am proud to be the President. I may say, as a member of the Postgraduate Corporation, he added, that I have been practicing up there in Connecticut for seven months, and the population is thinning out. The public is growing less. Dr. George N. Miller, President of the Postgraduate, who presided, paid a tribute to the late Dr. D.B. St. John Rusa, who was the founder of the institution, and its President up to the time of his death last year. Dr. Miller declared that the legacy of two million dollars left to the institution by Frederick Charles Hewitt of Aweego, New York, was the same as in the Treasury now, despite the contest of Mrs. Hewitt's will. Other speakers were Dr. Bach Emmett, Dr. W. S. Thayer of Johns Hopkins University, Dr. Musser of Philadelphia, Dr. Adami of Montreal, Dr. Samuel Lambert, Dr. Simon Flexner, and Dr. Charles L. Dana. Among the one hundred and fifty present were Dr. Frederick Brush, Superintendent of the Postgraduate Medical School, Dr. Arthur F. Chassey, Secretary, Dr. K. K. McAlpine, Dr. G. R. Pleek, and Dr. George I. Miller. End of Section 93, January 21, 1909, Twain Talks to Doctors, read by John Greenman. Section 94 of Mark Twain in the New York Times, Part 5, 1907 through 1909. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain read by John Greenman. March 18, 1909, Carnegie honored by club he financed. This article has been edited. And Mark Twain's Secretary to Wed. Carnegie honored by club he financed. How he came forward at critical period of 1907 panic told at the Lotus Club Dinner. Many pay him tribute. President Lawrence, Ex-Ambassador Tower, Editor McElway, and others speak. The Laird's happy reply. Andrew Carnegie was the guest of honor last night at the first dinner given by the Lotus Club in the club's new home at 110 West 57th Street, whose very existence at this time was due, President Frank S. Lawrence announced, to the generosity and liberality of Mr. Carnegie at one of the most critical periods in the club's history. The occasion was made a great feast of friendship and good fellowship with Mr. Carnegie as the chief figure. Tributes were paid to his worth as a citizen and his wisdom and generosity as a philanthropist by Mark Twain, introduced as St. Mark Twain. Charlemagne Tower, Ex-Ambassador to Germany. Richard Watson-Gilder, St. Clair McElway, President John H. Finley of the City College, the Reverend Dr. Nehemiah H. Boynton of Brooklyn, Dr. Henry S. Pritchett of the Sage Foundation and others. One of the most humorous and charming of the addresses of the evening was delivered by Mr. Carnegie himself, who was almost boyish in his fun-making and literally bubbling over with enjoyment of the affair. Mr. Carnegie sat at the right of President Lawrence, the Toastmaster, and immediately in front of the handsome life-size painting of himself. The cheering broke out anew when Mr. Carnegie rose to respond. The way of the philanthropist is hard, he said laughingly, but the balance is on my side, for a Scotchman likes to do things in his own manner, and I simply said the things that President says I said that's all I have done. He said, however, that the club must have some doubtful artists if the pictures they drew bore no mere resemblance to the subject than that which Mr. Lawrence had drawn of him. He said he loved clubs. The first club was established back in Scotland in 1740, and one morning someone asked Sandy where he was going. Ah, said Sandy, I'm going down to the club, and what you do down at club? The fellowship of club life. That's why we contradict each other, are we? was the reply. Mr. Carnegie said it was the clubbable men who enjoyed life and that men despised each other only when they did not know each other. It was as the club that they became acquainted and fellowship and friendship flourished. Mr. Carnegie raised a good laugh when, after reading from the menu card the quotation from Johnson, much may be made of a Scotchman if he be caught young, he added, a Scotchman may make much of you if he catches you young. Mr. Carnegie closed with a tribute to fellowship and friendship as exemplified in the club, which brought forth renewed applause. We have heard a good deal about St. Patrick this evening, said the Toastmaster. We have heard about St. Claire, and now we shall hear from St. Mark. Mark Twain began by saying, I am glad I have got my due. At last I am ranked with the Saints, where I belong. Mr. Clemens said it was hard to be complimenting and complimented as Mr. Carnegie had been. Mr. Lawrence had said the laird of Ski-bo had helped the club out when it was in difficulties, but he had no doubt Mr. Carnegie had received the inspiration at a dinner at which he, Mark Twain, was the guest of honour. But, he went on, he gets all the credit that I get none. Now he is trying to look indifferent, but he is not deceiving anybody to hear him talk. Everybody in this country who amounts to anything came from Scotland. I am not denying it, but it is simply immodest for him to say so. He and St. Patrick and all the rest came from Dunfermline, from what Tower and St. Clair McElway say, and you wonder if Columbus wasn't of those Dumferlin folks too. St. Clair McElway just piled the compliments on, saying he even wanted to pay more taxes than they charged him. It is all right, he deserves it all, and if these others hadn't said it, I would have had to say it myself. Mark Twain's Secretary to Wed Ms. Isabel Van Cleek Lyon, Private Secretary to Mark Twain, will be married tonight to Ralph Ashcroft, Manager of 24 Stone Street. They obtained a license at the City Clerk's Office yesterday. Mr. Ashcroft is a widower. End of Section 94, March 18, 1909, Carnegie honoured by Club he financed, and Mark Twain's Secretary to Wed, read by John Greenman. Section 95 of Mark Twain in the New York Times Part 5, 1907 through 1909. This LibriVox recording is in the Public Domain read by John Greenman. March 19, 1909, Mark Twain's Secretary Abride Ms. Isabel V. Lyon, Mark Twain's Social and Literary Secretary, was married yesterday to Ralph Ashcroft, who is a close friend of Mr. Clemens and his business adviser. Mr. Clemens was present at the ceremony which was performed by the Reverend Percy Stickney Grant at the Church of the Ascension Fifth Avenue and Tenth Street. End of Section 95, March 19, 1909, Mark Twain's Secretary Abride, read by John Greenman. Section 96 of Mark Twain in the New York Times Part 5, 1907 through 1909. This LibriVox recording is in the Public Domain read by John Greenman. April 9, 1909, Mark Twain adds a hundred and fifty acres to farm, read in Connecticut April 8. Samuel L. Clemens, Mark Twain, has purchased a hundred and fifty acres of land adjoining his recently acquired property. The farm, as the author calls his beautiful estate, now comprises three hundred and fifty acres of agricultural and wooded tracts, near the center of which is the Clemens' home. The house, an inviting abode, rises from a knoll that commands a far view of the surrounding country. End of Section 96, April 9, 1909, Mark Twain adds a hundred and fifty acres to farm, read by John Greenman. Section 97 of Mark Twain in the New York Times Part 5, 1907 through 1909. This LibriVox recording is in the Public Domain read by John Greenman. April 14, 1909, Clara Clemens sings. Mark Twain's daughter heard at recital with Miss Little Hales. Miss Clara Clemens, Contralto, daughter of Mark Twain, and Miss Lillian Little Hales, cellist, gave a recital at Mendelssohn Hall last night. Miss Clemens sang songs by Handel, Scarlotti, Goldara, Schubert, Schumann, Strauss, Gabrilyovitch, Debussy, Tirindelli, Sforgin, Bath, White, Chadwick, and Vanucini. And Miss Little Hales played a sonata by Johann Ernst Gagliard and the obligato to Vanucini's La Viesion, which Miss Clemens sang. It seems a pity that a singer with as good a natural voice as that of Miss Clemens, who sings with so much feeling, should not use her voice to better advantage. Her tones last night were too often uneven and muffled. Miss Little Hales showed in her playing good technique and true feeling. The audience was moderately enthusiastic. End of Section 97, April 14, 1909, Clara Clemens sings. Read by John Greenman. Section 98 of Mark Twain in The New York Times, Part 5, 1907 through 1909. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain read by John Greenman. April 18, 1909, Mark Twain years ago. W. Lancetl is the grizzled foreman of the Lyons Republican, which is the Republican organ of Wayne County, New York. I've been in this business for fifty years now, he said to a Times reporter last week, as he stroked his gray mustache. And I have seen some lazy people in my time. Yes, sir. While the newspaper business is exacting and telling on the nerves, it does harbor some real lazy folks from time to time. Whom do you consider the champion lazy man of the newspaper game? he was asked. That is so easy to answer, was his reply with a one smile. Almost any of the real old timers in this business would give you his name right off the bat. Why, Mark Twain holds the belt. The Republicans foreman reflected, I was a printer's devil on the Buffalo Express forty years ago, he said, and one of my duties was to sweep the room where reporters and editors worked. Every day during the time that Mark was a partner in the publication of the Express, I was bribed by him in the cause of rest and ease. I would sweep every corner of that room, and when I came to Mark's desk on which his feet reposed, he would look me over and ask me to go away. I don't want my part of the office cleaned up, he would say. Please don't make me move, I'm so comfortable. Then he would give me a nickel to get away from him and leave him in his own corner without any of the debris of the business cleared away. He would rather die there in the dust and truck than uncross his legs or tilt his chair back so that I could sweep up. Brother Lancetal stopped the press long enough to find out what was chipping the corners of his pages as they were swept downward from the big rollers. Yes, sir, he ruminated. He was certainly lazy. One day he gave me a nickel to dot an I in his copy for him. He did certainly enjoy life that man did. End of Section 98, April 18, 1909, Mark Twain Years Ago, read by John Greenman. Section 99 of Mark Twain in the New York Times, Part 5, 1907 through 1909. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain read by John Greenman. May 1, 1909. Is Shakespeare dead? Mark Twain has deserted the camp of the Shakespeareites, and if he has not exactly committed himself to the cause of the Bacconians, he comes very close to it. Is Shakespeare dead? Harper's, $1.25, is a semi-serious consideration of the old controversy, and Ignatius Donnelly would rejoice at the arguments with which Mr. Clemens carries his points. After proving to his own satisfaction that one William Shakespeare of Stratford on Avon never wrote Shakespeare's works, for the very good reason that he could not have written them, Mark Twain concludes that perhaps Bacon did, or if Bacon did not, he could have written them if he had chosen to, all of which adds to the humor of the controversy and makes very interesting reading. A chapter is devoted to the early experiences of Mr. Clemens with Shakespeare's works and the captain of a Mississippi River steamboat. The captain admired the works and read copious extracts, interspersed with strange and fearful commands to the youthful pilot. That was the beginning of Mark Twain's desertion. He explains that he had to argue with the captain who believed implicitly in Shakespeare. Taking up the negative side, he assumed this mental attitude. I only believed Bacon wrote Shakespeare, whereas I knew Shakespeare didn't, and he holds it still. The book is a fragment of Mr. Clemens' long-promised autobiography and is full of the humor which has never failed him. Deep margins and an extract of twenty-one pages from another book, rather a large allowance for this small volume, give an effect of padding. But even in such meager quantity the quality of Mark Twain's writing is always assured of a wide welcome. End of Section 99, May 1st, 1909, Is Shakespeare Dead? Read by John Greenman. Section 100 of Mark Twain in the New York Times, Part 5, 1907-1909. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain, read by John Greenman. This edited article includes only Mark Twain's speech. May 8, 1909. Jerome reviews his official years. District Attorney tells of what he has done at a dinner, given him by friends. No hint of future plans. Speaker says he still has faith in reform and wishes to work for civic betterment. District Attorney William Travers Jerome was entertained last night at a dinner at Delmonico's, given by more than three hundred of his friends and admirers, and every effort was made by the diners to express their confidence in the integrity and good judgment of the guest of honour in the conduct of his office. It was for this purpose that the dinner was arranged by a committee of citizens headed by Joseph H. Chote. It was noteworthy, however, that there was no mention of Mr. Jerome as a future factor in politics. It was understood that this subject was taboo. Mr. Jerome himself reviewed his entire official career through the early stages of great popularity and later times of criticism and discouragement, but said not one word of his future hopes and plans. The dinner was given in the gold dining room of Delmonico's, the only touch of colour to the room coming from large American flags festooned over the speaker's table, and at either end of the hall. Most of the guests were lawyers, but they included also men of every shade of political opinion, men prominent in the official life of the city, members of the judiciary, and men prominent in literary and education life. Practically all the courts of the city, except special sessions, were represented. Edward M. Shepherd, who, in the absence of Mr. Chote in Washington, was Toastmaster, presented Mr. Jerome as the first speaker. Mr. Shepherd admitted that he had not approved all that the district attorney had done, nor had always sanctioned his course in leaving other things undone. He said he had admired Mr. Jerome's personal and intellectual qualities, but far more because he had the strength not to yield to popular clamour in prosecuting suspected offenders, when there was no evidence to justify such prosecution. He had shown himself steadfast and courageous to do what he saw with the light of God it was his duty to do, said Mr. Shepherd amid applause. Introduced as the last word on all public questions and public men, Mark Twain, who was one of the committee to arrange for the dinner, said in part, Indeed, that is very sudden. I was not informed that the verdict was going to depend upon my judgment, but that makes not the least difference in the world. When you already know all about it, it is not any matter when you are called upon to express it. You can get up and do it. And my verdict has already been recorded in my heart and in my head, as regards Mr. Jerome and his administration of the criminal affairs of this country. I voted for Mr. Jerome in those old days, and I should like to vote for him again if he runs for any office, applause. I moved out of New York, and that is the reason, I suppose, I cannot vote for him again. There may be some way, but I have not found it out, but now I am a farmer, a farmer up in Connecticut and winning laurels. Those people already speak with such high favor, admiration, of my farming, and they say that I am the only man that has ever come to that region who could make two blades of grass grow where only three grew before laughter. Well, I cannot vote for him. You see that, as it stands now I cannot. I am crippled in that way, and to that extent, for I would ever so much like to do it. I am not a Congress, and I cannot distribute pensions, and I don't know any other legitimate way to buy a vote, laughter. But if I should think any legitimate way, I shall make use it. And then I shall vote for Mr. Jerome. End of Section 100, May 8, 1909, Jerome reviews his official years, read by John Greenman. Section 101 of Mark Twain in The New York Times, Part 5, 1907 through 1909, this LibriVox recording is in the public domain read by John Greenman. This edited article includes only those portions most relevant to Mark Twain. May 20, 1909, H. H. Rogers dead, leaving fifty million dollars. Apoplexy carries off the financier famous in Standard Oil, Railways, Gas, and Copper, only his wife with him. Dead when his physician arrives. Associates shocked, but only a ripple in stocks. Funeral tomorrow. Henry H. Rogers, one of the foremost of the country's captains of industry, and a notable figure for many years in financial and corporation development in this country, died suddenly at this home, 3 East 78th Street, at 7.20 o'clock yesterday morning, following a stroke of apoplexy, the second one he had suffered. He had been taken ill about an hour before he expired, soon after he had risen for the day. He died before his physician, Dr. Edward P. Fowler, could reach him from his country house at Pelham Manor. Mr. Rogers was in his 69th year. As to his fortune, the estimates of Wall Street men varied yesterday from fifty million dollars to seventy five million dollars. Figures recently published showing the distribution of Standard Oil stock credited him with holding in his own name sixteen thousand twenty shares in that corporation. Mark Twain grief-stricken. He heard the news on arriving in town to visit his old friend. Samuel Clemens, Mark Twain, for years one of the warmest friends of Mr. Rogers, arrived in town from his home in Reading, Connecticut at noon yesterday, intending to meet Mr. Rogers at the latter's home, and heard the news of his death on arrival at the Grand Central Station. A telegram uprising Mr. Clemens of the death of his old friend had been sent to Reading yesterday morning, but Mr. Clemens did not receive it and did not know that Mr. Rogers was dead until after he arrived. As Mr. Clemens left the station, he looked greatly grieved, and was leaning heavily upon the arm of his daughter, Miss Clemens, who had accompanied him to New York from Reading. Tears filled his eyes and his hands were trembling. Several reporters who had met the Pittsfield Express, on which Mr. Clemens came to New York, were at the train to meet him. This is terrible. Terrible! I cannot talk about it, Mr. Clemens said to the reporters. I am inexpressibly shocked and grieved. I do not know just where I will go. Miss Clemens explained that her father had left his home not knowing anything about the death of his friend and had expected to enjoy the day with him. The members of the Rogers household, knowing that he was coming, had notified her as soon as the death had occurred that she might break the news to him as gently as possible. The first intimation she said that her father received that Mr. Rogers was not living and, in good health, was from herself. Mr. Clemens and his daughter lingered in the waiting room on the main station for a few minutes, then Mark Twain, still leaning on his daughter's arm and looking toward the ground, walked slowly to the street, through the forty-second street exit. Together they proceeded to the subway station and boarded an uptown express. Later in the day Mr. Clemens went to the home of Urban H. Broughton, son-in-law of Mr. Rogers, where they were joined by other friends of the family. After spending a few minutes there he reappeared and went away in a carriage. He did not go to the Rogers' home and it was said that he had probably returned to Reading.