 Section 1 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. For more information or to volunteer, visit LibriVox.org. January 1st, 1907. Mark Twain and Twain cheer New Year's Party, humorous in a Siamese Twin Act at his house, to join by a ribbon. Twain gets drunk, and the joy of it penetrates to twin while lecturing on temperance. The last thing Mark Twain did in 1906 was to get drunk and deliver a lecture on temperance, and the first thing he did in 1907 was to glory in the fact that he would be able to rejoice over other dead people when he died in having been the first man to have tellharmonium music turned on in his house, like gas. Of course, Mark Twain did not really get drunk, any more than he delivered a real lecture on temperance. He imitated a drunken man and a temperance lecturer at one and the same time, and took all the glory for the lecture to himself while he blamed his Siamese brother for the jag. Those who have never heard that Mr. Clemens has a Siamese brother must be told that he only had such a relative for one night only, and the occasion was a party given to a few friends in honor of Miss Clemens at the author's home, 21 Fifth Avenue, last night, or partially this morning, for all well-regulated cases of intoxication, last more than fifteen minutes, even the imitations and the imitation given last night, and given in such style that even the most ardent admirer had to admit that Mark was at least a close observer, listed in what might be termed colloquially a holdover. During the holdover Mr. Clemens had something to say about politics. The score or so of guests who had passed the evening playing charades and other games were surprised to see Mr. Clemens enter the drawing-room onto the middle stage at 11.30, dressed in the white suit he wore recently on Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington. With him, in a similar white suit, came a young gentleman whom the author introduced to the company as his Siamese brother. The two had their arms about each other, and their suits were fastened together with a pink ribbon supposed to represent a ligature. Twain was rather short and broad, and his hair was snow-white. His brother was very tall and very slight and had black hair. It was easy to see that they were brothers. Mark remarked on the close resemblance almost as soon as he came into the room. "'We come from afar,' said Mark. "'We come from very far, very far indeed, as far as New Jersey. We are the Siamese twins. We have been in this country long enough to know something of your customs, and we have learned as much of your language as it is written and spoke as, well, as the newspapers. We are so much to each other, my brother and I, that what I eat nourishes him and what he drinks nourishes me. I often eat when I don't really want to, because he is hungry, and, of course, I need hardly tell you that he often drinks when I am not thirsty. I am sorry to say that he is a confirmed consumer of liquor—licker, that awful, awful curse, while I, from principle, and also from the fact that I don't like the taste, never touch a drop.' Mark then went on to say that he had been asked to take up the temperance clause and had done so with great success, taking his brother along as a horrible example. It has often been a source of considerable annoyance to me when going about the country lecturing on temperance to find myself at the head of a procession of white-ribbon people so drunk I couldn't see, he said, but I am thankful to say that my brother has reformed. At this point the Siamese brother surreptitiously took a drink out of a flask. He hasn't touched a drop in three years. Another drink. He never will touch a drop. Another drink. Thank God for that! Several drinks. And if, by exhibiting my brother to you, I can save any of you people here from the horrible curse of the demon-rum, Mark fairly howled, I shall be satisfied. Just then apparently some of the rum or the influence of it got through the pink-ribbon Mark hiccupped several times. This is wonderful reform! Another drink. Wonderful form! We are engaged in glorious work. We do glorious work, glorious work, best work ever done. My brother and work of reform, reform work, glorious work, I don't feel just right. The company by this time was hysterical with laughter. Mark was staggering about on the improvised stage, apparently horribly under the influence. His brother still held the bottle and was still putting it to the use, for which it was made. The laughter became so great that it was impossible for the old man to carry on the little farce any longer, and in a few minutes the tellharmonium music played a mile-and-a-half away, up on Broadway, was turned on, and it was playing Old Langzine when the New Year was ushered in. CHAPTER XI, 1907 Mark Twain and Twin Cheer New Year's Party Red by John Greenman. Section II of Mark Twain and the New York Times, Part V, 1907 through 1909. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain, Red by John Greenman. January 10, 1907. More health than he needs. Mark Twain, home from Bermuda, has it to give away. I could not stay away any longer. Literature is in a bad way. Mr. Shakespeare is dead, and my old friend Mr. Milton has passed away. So I had to come home. Declared Mark Twain as he came ashore from the steamship Bermudian yesterday, the author made the round trip on the steamship for a rest. Please don't say I have been away for my health, he said. I have plenty of health. Indeed, I'll give some of it away to anybody who needs health." Mr. Clemens said that the trip had been a benefit in one way. It had given him a chance to create a sensation in Bermuda by wearing the famous white suit in which he appeared in Washington some time ago. He added that the costume suited both his complexion and style of beauty. Mr. Clemens was accompanied by Miss Isabelle Lyons, his secretary, and his friend, the Reverend Dr. Joseph Twitchell of Hartford, Connecticut. End of Section 2. January 10, 1907. More health than he needs. Red by John Greenman. Section 3 of Mark Twain in the New York Times, Part 5, 1907 to 1909. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain read by John Greenman. January 12, 1907, calls Mark Twain our greatest novelist. Professor Phelps put him above Holmes and James. Inspiration in his work. Yale lecturer says it will live longer than that of his many contemporaries. Special to the New York Times. Bridgeport, Connecticut, January 11. The fame of Mark Twain will live longer than that of Oliver Wendell Holmes, said Professor William Lyon Phelps of Yale, who lectured here tonight. Twain is easily the greatest American novelist in the history of this country's literature. During his first memories of Mark Twain, Professor Phelps told of the Grammar School graduation exercises when Twain addressed them. His subject was Methuselah. He said, Boys and girls, Methuselah lived to be nine hundred and sixty-three years old. But he might just as well have lived to be ten thousand years old. At that time, said the Professor, I did not understand what Mark Twain meant, but I think he develops this idea through all his work. He has a profound belief in today and great hope in the future. He believes that today, rather than the Middle Ages, is the time of romance and wonders. He believes that the magicians of medieval Europe could not begin to do the tricks that you and I can today. He is a firm believer in the present. His humor is the humor of progress. By some, Twain is regarded as a novelist. He is something more than a humorist. If he can be regarded as a novelist, I think he can be called the greatest living American novelist. There is more genuine inspiration, more power in him than there is in Howells and James. I say this with due respect to Howells and James, not wishing to detract from them. He is like Bret Hart and Whittier in being thoroughly American. He is more American than Whitman, whom Europeans consider very much of an American. He has great common sense. The foundation of humor is common sense. Just as the characterist often gives us a truer picture than the photographer, so the humorist shows us the philosophy of life. Democracy is Mark Twain's political, moral, and religious creed. We find in his humor roaring mirth, not the gentle, indirect, playful wit of Addison or Washington Irving. But we come, as Milton says, to laughter holding both her sides. This is the result of his Americanism. January 13, 1907, A Lincoln Memorial, a plea by Mark Twain for the setting apart of his birthplace. There is a natural human instinct that is gratified by the sight of anything hallowed by association with a great man or with great deeds. So people make pilgrimages to the town whose streets were once trodden by Shakespeare. And Hartford guarded her charter oak for centuries because it had once had a hole in it that helped to save the liberties of a colony. But in most cases the connection between the great man or the great event and the relic we revere is accidental. Shakespeare might have lived in any other town as well as in Stratford, and Connecticut's charter might have been hidden in a woodchuck hole as well as in the charter oak. But it was no accident that planted Lincoln on a Kentucky farm, halfway between the lakes and the gulf. The association there had substance in it. Lincoln belonged just where he was put. If the Union was to be saved, it had to be a man of such an origin that should save it. No wintry New England Brahmin could have done it, or any torrid cotton planter regarding the distant Yankee as a species of obnoxious foreigner. It needed a man of the border where civil war meant the grapple of brother and brother and disunion a raw and gaping wound. It needed one who knew slavery not from books only but as a living thing, knew the good that was mixed with its evil, and knew the evil not merely as it affected the Negroes but in its hardly less baneful influence upon the poor whites. It needed one who knew how human all the parties to the quarrel were, how much alike they were at bottom, who saw them all reflected in himself, and felt their dissensions like the tearing apart of his own soul. When the war came, Georgia sent an army in gray, and Massachusetts an army in blue, but Kentucky raised armies for both sides, and this man, sprung from southern poor whites, born on a Kentucky farm, and transplanted to an Illinois village, this man, in whose heart knowledge and charity had left no room for malice, was marked by Providence as the one to bind up the nation's wounds. His birthplace is worth saving. The above article, by the author and humorist, refer to the movement on foot to make of the Lincoln birthplace farm a national park of patriotism. The farm consists of a hundred and ten acres in the rolling blue grass region of LaRusse County, Kentucky. It is crossed by a picturesque stream, as many shady groves, and possesses the famous Rock Spring, near which it is proposed that the Lincoln statue shall be erected. But a short distance away along the turnpike stands the old mill where Lincoln used to go with his father, the boy seated astride a rack of corn on the broad back of the old mare. Instead of appealing to a wealthy few to carry out the work, the association has given its cause to the whole people, asking every man, woman, and child in whose heart is the love of country, and a reverence for the memory of Lincoln, to become a member. Which member is called upon to contribute whatever amount he or she wishes, provided it is not less than twenty-five cents or more than twenty-five dollars? The officers and board of trustees of the Lincoln Farm Association, which has its office in seventy-four Broadway, New York City, include Joseph W. Folk, President, Joseph H. Chote, Ex-Ambassador to England, Henry Waterson, Cardinal Gibbons, Edward M. Shepard, August Belmont, Horace Porter, William Travers Jerome. End of Section 4, January 13, 1907, A Lincoln Memorial, read by John Greenman. Section 5 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 27, 1907, Dinner to Senator Clark. A dinner was given in honor of Senator W. A. Clark by the Art Committee of the Union League at the clubhouse last night as a mark of appreciation for the lone exhibition of the senator's pictures which recently closed there. Among the other guests were Mark Twain, Frank R. Lawrence, President of the Lotus Club, George R. Sheldon, Robert C. Ogden, and Albert H. Wiggin. There were thirty canvases in Senator Clark's exhibit, representing one million dollars in value. The members of the Art Committee who gave the dinner were Colonel H. B. Wilson, Herbert S. Carpenter, Paul Dingpharnum, Thomas E. Kirby, Colonel Harrison K. Byrd, and A. A. Anderson. End of Section 5, January 27, 1907, Dinner to Senator Clark, read by John Greenman. Section 6 of Mark Twain in the New York Times, Part 5, 1907 through 1909. This Libervox recording is in the public domain read by John Greenman. January 30, 1907, Aid for Hart's Daughter. Miss Robson sends money and will give a benefit. Funds to provide comfort for Mrs. Jessamy Steele, daughter of Bret Hart, who is in the Alms House at Portland, Maine, were sent from this city yesterday by Miss Eleanor Robson. The actress also made plans for a testimonial benefit for Mrs. Steele to be given at the Liberty Theatre in the week of February 11. Miss Robson is personating one of Bret Hart's characters in Salome Jane, and when she read yesterday of the Straits of Mrs. Steele, she immediately took measures for relief. She telegraphed the mayor of Portland asking about the woman and received this reply. Mrs. Steele is in Portland Alms House. She is without money and unbalanced mentally. Her case a most pitiful one. Miss Robson, in reply, asked what money would be needed and said she would give the benefit. She had meanwhile communicated with Mark Twain, Edward J. Ganey, President of the California Society in New York, and the publishers of Bret Hart's works. All promised cooperation. Mark Twain wrote, I feel that the American people owe a debt of gratitude to Bret Hart, for not only did he paint such pictures of California as delighted the Hart, but there was such an infinite tenderness, such sympathy, such strength, and such merit in his work that he commanded the attention of the world to our country, and his daughter is surely deserving of our sympathy. It was learned yesterday that the publishers of Bret Hart's works have in their possession and in their own right all the copyrights of the Hart works, and that Mr. Hart never at any time had an agreement with them upon a royalty basis. He got ten thousand dollars a year, and never would listen to a royalty arrangement. Mrs. Jessamy Steele was married to Frederick Dorr Steele in 1900, but they have not lived together in some time. Mr. Steele is a well-known illustrator in this city. End of Section 6, January 30, 1907, Aid for Hart's Daughter, read by John Greenman. Section 7 of Mark Twain in the New York Times, Part 5, 1907-1909. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain read by John Greenman. February 2, 1907. Twain visits Bingham. Delights police headquarters by wearing his white flannel suit. Wearing a white flannel suit, just like that in which he first appeared on Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, Mark Twain went to police headquarters yesterday. When he alighted from his carriage at the curb, on the Mulberry Street side of the building, a tattered man who looked as though he might have strayed from a bowery saloon yelled, �Hello, Mark!� The humorous looked at the man, smiled gently, called back, �Hello!� in a pleasant tone, and hurried up the steps. After spending about fifteen minutes in Commissioner Bingham's office, Mr. Clemens returned to his carriage. Before entering it he explained that it was just a social call he had made on the commissioner, whom he knew very well, he said, having met him in Germany and several times in Washington. No, he had not found any fault with the department, he said. He did not think the police needed advice, so much as some members of the highest legislative body in the land. February 2, 1907. Twain visits Bingham. Red by John Greenman. Section 8 of Mark Twain in the New York Times, Part 5. 1907-1909. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain read by John Greenman. February 3, 1907. Obituary for Andrew W. Foster. And. Wants the Businessman in the Hall of Fame. Andrew W. Foster. Andrew W. Foster, owner of the Hotel Delavan, and the Foster House at Saveville, Long Island, died yesterday at his home there. He had been ill several weeks following a stroke of paralysis. Mr. Foster was seventy-nine years old. He was one of the pioneer gold hunters of California and prospected in other parts of the West. At one time he was associated with Mark Twain in the business of searching for hidden treasure in the Humboldt Mountains. His stories of his adventures with the humorist were known to thousands of friends who visited his Long Island home or hotels, and his daughter, Louise Forsland, incorporated some of his experiences in stories which she wrote. For many years Mr. Foster was a dealer in Long Island real estate. The following story has been edited to include only the portion of it related to Mark Twain. Wants a Businessman in the Hall of Fame. Chancellor McCracken says he'll be there eventually. When patriotism governs, he tells School of Commerce diners, Plunger's Sway is passing. Women students at dinner. The fourth annual dinner of the New York University School of Commerce accounts and finance was held last night at the Hotel Aster, and more than 250 guests listened to various speeches upon the general topic of business. Colonel George Harvey, editor of the North American Review, told a story in the course of his address that threw light upon the relationship that exists between Mark Twain and H. H. Rogers of the Standard Oil Company. According to Colonel Harvey, he overheard a conversation between the two over a telephone, which was carried on through the aid of the author's servants. I found Mark Twain in bed, as usual, said Colonel Harvey, and as I went into his room I gathered that he was carrying on a conversation with someone over the telephone. As I waited I heard Mr. Clemens say to his servant, You tell Henry Rogers that I am not feeling very well this evening, and that I should like to take dinner with him at his home. The servant went to the telephone and returned, saying that Mr. Rogers had replied he would be glad to have Mr. Clemens as his guest at dinner. Well, you ring up Henry Rogers again and tell him that I have a cold and can't go unless he sends his automobile for me. The servant did as he was bid and returned with a satisfactory answer. Now you ring up Henry Rogers again and tell him that I can't go unless there is a bed convenient. It's too cold for me to return in the night air. Again there was a satisfactory reply, and I believe that negotiations were at an end. But I was in error. You ring up Henry Rogers again, said Clemens, and ask him whether I shall fetch night robes, or shall we wave etiquette? End of Section 8, February 3, 1907, obituary for Andrew W. Foster, Wants a Businessman in the Hall of Fame, read by John Greenman. Section 9 of Mark Twain in the New York Times, Part 5, 1907-1909. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain read by John Greenman. February 15, 1907. This edited article includes only segments relevant to Mark Twain. Keats Shelley Meeting Pleases. Much money obtained for the purchase of the Memorial in Rome. A notable program, Mark Twain, E. C. Steadman, the Reverend Dr. Van Dyke, and others heard. Hall thronged. The literary and musical matinee in aid of the Keats Shelley Memorial in Rome, held yesterday afternoon in the main ballroom of the Waldorf Astoria, was a great success. It brought in, so far as could be estimated, between two and three thousand dollars. The room was thronged by persons prominent in society, literature, and art. The three center boxes in the first tier facing the stage were draped with American, English, and Italian flags. In the center box sat Mrs. Grover Cleveland, wearing a brown street suit and pink blouse, and on either side in the adjoining boxes were representatives of the English and Italian embassies. On the stage, the decorations of which were arranged by Carol Beckwith, the artist, were Edmund Clarence Steadman, who presided, Mrs. Ruth McHenry Stewart, Mrs. Julia Marlowe, Ms. Beatrice Herford, S. L. Clemens, Mark Twain, the Reverend Dr. Henry Van Dyke, F. Hopkinson Smith, and Dr. S. Weir Mitchell, all of who took part in the exercise. They are on the honorary committee of the memorial. The program was one of much interest. Mark Twain read Shelley's Ode to a Skylark. The poem, he said, was associated with the happiest period of his life, when he read it more than any other to his wife. He also read Browning's Ah! Did You Once See Shelley Plain? CHAPTER IX February 24, 1907 Tributes to Poet by Men of Letters Mark Twain tells of his visits. W. D. Howells, Dr. H. C. Van Dyke, Colonel Higginson, and John Bigelow add interesting opinions. It was about the time of the publication of The Innocence Abroad that Mark Twain came east to lecture. His lecture tours took him to New England, where he soon came in contact with the Poet Longfellow. To a Times reporter he relates as follows his recollections of the matter. I first lectured in New York, in 1967. The next year I lectured in Boston. I was always lecturing in those days. But on that first Boston occasion there was no Longfellow present so far as I can remember. On that visit I called on Holmes. Again another time soon after that. My wife and I called on Emerson. Nothing happened. But, yes, yes, we went once, Mrs. Clemens and I, just about that time, and took luncheon with Longfellow at Craigie House. And then there was another time, during the same visit, when I was present at a little dinner given in Boston to Wilkie Collins. Longfellow was there, and Emerson, Whittier, Holmes, Whipple, J.T. Field, and J.T. Trowbridge. Trowbridge survives. I also survive, ostensibly. The others are dead. I used to meet all those men with some little frequency, before they had passed away, of course, in those early days at Field's house, both before and after Field's death. Unhappily for the purposes of this Longfellow reminiscence, there was no striking incident so far as I can recall, connected with my contact with Mr. Longfellow, or as with those others it was different. In my various contacts with them things happened to happen that have left little landmarks in my memory and which might be edifying to relate, if we were not on the subject of Longfellow. In my mind's eye, however, I only see Mr. Longfellow. I see his silky white hair, his benignant face as he appeared to me surrounded by his friends, but I don't hear his voice. It may be that things happened in his case also that left an impression in my memory. But at the present moment I can't recall them. I remember that there were dinners in those days just as there are now. One dinner that I especially recall took place just 30 years ago. This dinner was given in honor of Whittier's 70th birthday. I was invited to attend. I thought I was going to do one of the gayest things in my whole career, but things happened differently, and before I left I had turned that dinner into a funeral. What did I do? The time has not yet come for a recital of those painful events. I will publish a full account of it, however, in my autobiography, which is running along indefinitely in the North American Review. The feeling of remorse for the part I took on that festivocation has gone away now, but I confess that for two years after that dinner I used to kick myself regularly every morning for half an hour on account of what I had done. Speaking of affairs of this kind, I have one most poignant recollection connected with Mr. Longfellow. This was not a dinner. It was a thing that happened not long after his death, when there was a Longfellow memorial author's reading in the Globe Theater in Boston. This reading was to begin at two o'clock in the afternoon. I was number three in the list of readers. The piece I was to read would ordinarily take twelve minutes to finish, but by art and hard work I reduced its length to ten and a half minutes before I carried it to Boston. My train was to leave Boston for New York at four o'clock. I vacated the stage of that theater the moment I had finished my brief stunt, and I had only barely time left in which to catch that train. When I left, third in the list, as I have said, that orgy had already endured two hours. Six other readers were still to be heard from, and not a man in the list experienced enough in the business to know that when a person has been reading twelve minutes the audience feel that he ought to be gagged, and that when he has been reading fifteen minutes they know that he ought to be shot. I learned afterward, at least I was told by a person with an average reputation for trustworthiness, that at six o'clock half the audience had been carried out on stretchers, and the rest were dead, with a lot of readers still to hear from. End of Section 10, February 24, 1907, Tributes to Poet by Men of Letters, read by John Greenman. Section 11 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 3, 1907, Halstead's Golden Wedding. Mark Twain sends a letter, and Mrs. McKinley, a present. Cincinnati, Ohio, March 2. The Golden Wedding anniversary of Murat Halstead and his wife was celebrated tonight at the family home here. Nearly all of the eight children and fourteen grandchildren were present. Congratulatory messages and presents have been received from all parts of the country. Mark Twain sent a letter, Mrs. William McKinley, a golden lauren yet, and Postmaster General Cortellu, General J. Franklin Bell, and other prominent people, messages. End of Section 11, March 3, 1907, Halstead's Golden Wedding, read by John Greenman. Section 12 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 article has been edited to include only the portion relevant to Mark Twain. March 4, 1907. Say, Tsar's Doom is near at hand. Peasant leaders tell meeting a great revolution is impending. No faith in the crown. Mass meeting to aid Russian freedom to be held tonight. Alexis Alatin, formerly leader of the Peasant Party in the Russian Duma, and N. W. Tchaikovsky, father of the Russian Revolution, talked of impending revolution in Russia before the ethical culture society in Carnegie Hall yesterday morning. Mr. Tchaikovsky said that the Russian autocracy is dancing over the crater of a volcano, and that even now it is too late to avoid violence and bloodshed. A reign of terror had begun in Russia, he said, and the responsibility for it rests justly on the Russian government. It was announced that a mass meeting would be held in Carnegie Hall tonight to arouse sympathy and interest for the people of Russia in their struggle for liberty. Dr. Lyman Abbott will preside at the meeting, which will be addressed among others by William Scheffling, Dr. Felix Adler, George Kennan, Mr. Tchaikovsky, Mr. Alatin, Senator LaFollette of Wisconsin, and Dr. Parkhurst. The mass meeting tonight will be under the auspices of the Society of the Friends of Russian Freedom, according to Mr. Tchaikovsky, who will speak at the meeting. 84 out of 87 provinces of Russia are now under martial law. Tonight's meeting is to be essentially a meeting to express indignation and encourage the fight for Russian freedom and not a meeting to raise funds. The boxes and reserved seats were given without charge to those who applied, and any unalotted seats may be obtained without charge today at the headquarters of the Society at 505th Avenue. General admission tickets for the balconies also may be obtained at the same place. The list of persons who have sought and received boxes include Mark Twain, Jacob H. Schiff, Dr. Parkhurst, William J. Schiffling, Isaac N. Seligman, William H. Maxwell, Bishop Greer, St. Clair McElway, George McEnany, Dr. Felix Adler, Cyrus Soltzberger, Professor E. R. A. Seligman, Alton B. Parker, E. R. L. Gould, Judge Samuel Greenbaum, Robert E. Elly, Nathan Bejure, Robert Underwood Johnson, Howard S. Gans, F. M. Stein, Edward L. Lauterbach, the Reverend Joseph Silverman, Charles Praig Smith, W. Franklin Brush, and many others. End of Section 12, March 4, 1907, say, Tsar's Doom is near at hand. Red by John Greenman. March 5, 1907. This edited article contains only portions relevant to Mark Twain. Alladin appeals to the United States, thousands cheer champion of Russia's downtrodden at Carnegie Hall. A story of despotism. Speaker fears a big upheaval soon. Dr. Abbott speaks for a protest. In the name of Russian freedom, three thousand people met in Carnegie Hall last night. At the end of two hours and a half of oratory, there was little doubt in their minds why the peasant members of the late Duma chose Alexis Alladin as their leader in the fight made for a recognition of the people's rights. For Alladin, peasant though he is, self-educated in a Russian prison, had made a speech that brought the cheering audience to its feet. Alladin spoke for an immediate constituency of one million five hundred thousand people whom he represented in the Duma, but in a broader sense he spoke for the millions of his fellow countrymen who are looking forward into the political uncertainties of the next few months, praying, as Alladin said he was last night, that some providential thing may happen to bring the government of the Tsar to its senses. America's Duty to Protest. The Reverend Dr. Lyman Abbott presided at last night's meeting, and on the stage and in the boxes were many well-known New Yorkers, among them Samuel L. Clemens, Isaac N. Seligman, William H. Maxwell, Jacob H. Schiff, J. M. Price, Bishop Coageter Greer, St. Clair McElway, Cyrus Salzberger, R. A. Seligman, Alton B. Parker, Oswald J. Villair, The Reverend Percy S. Grant, E. R. L. Gould, Horace Deming, Chauncey Stillman, Robert Underwood Johnson, William D. Howland, Lewis Marshall, and Howard S. Gaines. The meeting adopted the sense of the resolution presented in Congress yesterday by Representative Bennett of New York, calling upon Congress to protest against the perverted use of governmental functions. The resolutions were signed by the following. New York, Dr. Lyman Abbott, Dr. Felix Adler, Samuel L. Clemens, R. Fulton Cutting, A. S. Frizzell, E. R. L. Gould, Justice Samuel Greenbaum, George Kennan, Bishop Henry C. Potter, Jacob H. Schiff, J. Shiflin, Charles Stuart Smith, Mr. Alladin, and Mr. Tchaikovsky will lecture tonight at the City Club on Conditions in Russia. End of Section 13, March 5, 1907, Alladin Appeals to the United States. Read by John Greenman. Section 14 of Mark Twain in The New York Times, Part 5, 1907 through 1909. This Libervox recording is in the public domain read by John Greenman. March 6, 1907, One at Billiards by Single Point. Gardner beat Conklin in National Tournament Game 300-299. Mark Twain was there. Night winner made highest average and run of the series at Lederkranz Club. Dr. Leonidas L. Myle and Edward M. Gardner were the winners yesterday in the continuation of the National Amateur Billiard Championship Tournament at 14.2 Balk Line. Dr. Myle worked a reversal of form by defeating J. Ferdinand Pogenberg 300 points to 200 in the Evening Contest, while Gardner, the present champion, defeated Charles F. Conklin 300-299 at the matinee session. The former's average was 13-1-23, while Gardner, in a long drawn-out game, fell to 6-24-46. Mark Twain, attired in a pearl-colored sack suit, witnessed the greater portion of the Gardner-Conklin match in the concert hall of the Lederkranz Club, 58th Street, near Park Avenue. He arrived while Gardner was at the table, and the cheering so disconcerted the champion that he missed an easy carrom. Mark Twain waved his hands and smilingly acknowledged the greeting. He watched the play, and at the good shots puffed furiously at a big black cigar. There was scarcely time to brush off the table and repolish the balls between the afternoon and evening contests. In fact, several spectators in the evening dress witnessed the tight finish of the Gardner-Conklin match with its pyrotechnical carroms at the end. The competitors of the evening match, Pogenberg and Dr. Meil, were on time, however, the latter winning the bank and opening with a pretty cluster of ten after selecting the white ball. Enter Section 14, March 6, 1907, one at Billiards by single point, read by John Greenman. Section 15 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 the portion related to Mark Twain's letter, the text of which did not appear in this article. Honor Crosby's Memory. Cooper Union crowded to hear tributes to writer and philanthropist. Cooper Union was crowded last night with men and women who went there to join in a tribute to the memory of Ernest Howard Crosby. Hamlin Garland, the Reverend Dr. Layton Williams, John S. Crosby, Abraham Cain, A. J. Bolton, and Dr. Jane E. Robbins made speeches. Edwin Markham read a poem composed for the occasion, The Choir of St. Thomas' Church Sang, and many prominent men, among them Count Leo Tolstoy, William Jennings Bryant, Mark Twain, William Dean Howells, and Edmund C. Steadman, sent letters. When Lawson Purdy called the meeting to order, there was not an empty chair in the auditorium, and many persons were standing. Mr. Purdy read a few of the hundreds of letters received from persons who were unable to be present. End of Section 15, March 8, 1907, Honor Crosby's Memory, read by John Greenman. Section 16 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 28, 1907. This edited article contains only segments relevant to Mark Twain. Count Spiridovich gives a luncheon. Russian General entertains at St. Regis, eulogizing Tsar in the speech. Lawds the United States. Nobleman expresses his country's appreciation of American sympathy. Distinguished guests. Count A. de Jeherep Spiridovich, a Major General in the Russian Army, and President of the Slavonic Society of Russia, and also of the Latino-Slavic League of Paris and Rome, gave a luncheon yesterday at the St. Regis to a number of guests. Among them were Samuel L. Clemens, Mark Twain, General Nelson A. Miles, General Grant Wilson, Russian Council Baron Schilling and Baroness Schilling. After Mr. Clemens had said some compliments to Count Jeherep Spiridovich, the latter said, I thank you for your sympathetic interest, which I attribute to my having come from Russia, that old and sincere friend of the United States. While I, as a soldier, would willingly die for the Tsar, the liberal-minded and brave Emperor prefers that every one of his people should live for the progress of not only Russia, but the whole human race. He has already immortalized himself in history first by declaring against wars in the world outside and bringing about the creation of the Hague Conference, and in the second place by granting to his people a constitution regardless of dangers and obstacles. The Constitution has been definitely introduced, but necessarily half a thousand politically trained men to work in the parliament cannot be produced in a day. We must wait a generation. Andrew Carnegie, one of your best men, has already materialized the idea of the Tsar by building a temple of peace in the Hague. The Russian people remember that the American nation is formed from the cream of the best European peoples, and Russia is infinitely more proud of every expression of American sympathy than of all other expressions. End of Section 16, March 28, 1907 Count Spiridovich gives a luncheon, read by John Greenman. Section 17 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 31, 1907, Mark Twain's wanderings at an end. In his 73rd year he prepares to build a home of his own and settle down, strange record of temporary sojourn in many places and countries. Mark Twain is at last to have a home of his own building. He has wandered around the world for fifty years, some of the time he had no home at all. At other years, Missouri, Nevada, London, Paris, Berlin, Florence, and Vienna claimed him as their own. For a long time he had houses in Buffalo, New Haven, and New York, where his family lived. Still he wandered around the world writing and lecturing. So numerous were these abiding places that a reporter sought him at his residence in Lower Fifth Avenue one evening last week to straighten the matter out. The famous author explained the doubtful points. He chatted of art for a while, he exploded some of the stories told about himself, or rather put them in a way that robbed them of their traditional point. Mark Twain, or Mr. Samuel L. Clemens in Private Life, made a distinction between a dwelling place and a home. If a man spends a month or two in a place, he said, the surroundings grow too familiar, yet he may not feel at home. If he spends a couple of years there, he may come to look on the place as his home. First there were Mark Twain's boyhood homes in Missouri. To have been ignorant of them would have proved an ignorance of Huckleberry Finn and the adventures of Tom Sawyer. The reporter had read them, as often as most Americans, to say nothing of thousands speaking half a dozen different languages. There is more to be told of Mark Twain's early days in Missouri, however, than is found in these stories of boy life. Not everyone knows that the old house in Florida, Monroe County, Missouri, which has been gradually torn to pieces by relic hunters under the belief that it is Mark Twain's birthplace, is not the house where the author was born. The real birthplace is some distance away, a two-story wooden dwelling that was materially changed after the Clemens family left it. Here the author was born seventy-two years ago. Mark Left Behind Mark Twain did not carry away with him vivid recollections of this house. He was three years old when his father moved. A story is related of his life there, however, which is probably the first the author told at his expense. Mrs. J. W. Greening of Palmyra, Missouri, Mr. Clemens' cousin and old playmate, was responsible for it. Mrs. Greening described how the family prepared to leave the Florida house and continued, The household goods had all been loaded on one wagon, and after it had been started the family all piled into another wagon. After Uncle John, Mark Twain's father, had nailed up the doors and windows of the deserted house, he mounted the seat, clucked to the horses, and drove off, leaving little Sam making mud pies on the opposite side of the house. A half hour later my grandfather, Wharton Lampton, came riding along and saw Sam busy making mud pies. He lifted the boy up in front of him, drove after the movers, and when he traveled seven or eight miles caught up with him. The matter was taken as a huge joke by all concerned. The family moved to Hannibal, Missouri, their home is still standing at Hill and Main Streets, a comfortable two-story wooden dwelling. Mr. Clemens found very few changes in it when he visited Hannibal a year or so ago, except, as he said, the house seemed to have shrunk in some unaccountable way since he was a boy. Hannibal is the land of Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn. Fully half the adventures of these popular American boys were taken from Mark Twain's own life. To repeat them would be like quoting paragraph after paragraph from the stories. Hannibal, fronts on the brown waters of the Mississippi, churned up in Tom Sawyer's day by the splashing wheel of many river boats. Beyond are the islands where Tom and Huck found adventures, the swimming pool, Lover's Leap, Mark Twain's Cave, and the slopes where the hunts for wild turkeys were so exciting. About them volumes of anecdotes are told by the town's people. Years of Wondering Mark Twain's next home was in Buffalo. He moved there in 1870 when he married Miss Olivia L. Langdon of Elmira, New York, and his father-in-law, Mr. Jervis Langdon, bought a one-third interest in the Buffalo Express. Between Hannibal and the new home on Delaware Avenue Buffalo were years of ceaseless wandering. Mark Twain had been a printer's devil in Missouri and a pilot for five years on Mississippi river boats. He served five weeks in the Confederate Army and tried gold mining in Nevada. He built a house for himself there, which was hardly a home under Mr. Clemens's classification. As he described the shack in Roughing It, the dwelling was built in a crevice between two rocks. The roof was of canvas, left open at one corner to serve as a chimney. Cattle tumbled through the hole every now and then, smashing his furniture and disturbing his slumbers. Mark Twain again became a wanderer. He wrote for the Virginia City Territorial Enterprise, a Nevada newspaper. Journeyed to the Sierras in 1865, went to Honolulu the following year, returned to America, crossed the continent to New York, and sailed in 1867 for Europe on the Quaker City. Innocence abroad was the result of the trip. He met Miss Langdon on the boat and married her. Note, historically inaccurate. The celebrated jumping frog of Calaveras, one of Mark Twain's most noted stories, brought him fame in 1867. The chat drifted to this little masterpiece. You attribute much of your success in telling the story to the pause before the last words, do you not? asked the reporter. There is a knack in telling such a story, Mr. Clemens replied. You must know exactly how long to hold your audience before coming to the point of the joke. After some experience I could tell how long the pause should be to the moment. The length of such a pause differs from time to time and with different audiences. Circumstances may alter it. Even such a little thing as a person coughing in an audience will hurry the point. It is the same principle then that governs an actor when he gains the attention of an audience by moving or holding a scene as he calls it. That is the idea exactly. One of the best examples I remember was Mr. Hearn's acting in the last scene of shore acres. You remember there was a long silence before the curtain fell. The actor's movements and expression were telling the story. Then came the final moment, an absolute pause, a final impression conveyed by it. That is the best way I can illustrate the value of a pause. The conversation turned again to the home in Buffalo. Mr. Clemens told recently how he had married to Miss Langdon in Elmira and journeyed to his new home with the wedding party. Reaching Buffalo Mr. Clemens was driving in a sleigh through the snowy streets on a ride that he thought would never end. This was a ruse to give the rest of the family time to go to the new house on Delaware Avenue, light the gas and kindle the fires. When Mr. Clemens was finally driven up to the door he found his home complete in every detail, even to his easy chair and a servant. Most of your admirers, when they think of the Buffalo House, said the reporter, will recall a favorite story about your life there. Mrs. Clemens, so the anecdote goes, urged you to pay a neighborly call in a family across the street. You put it off from day to day. Finally you strolled across the street to visit them. It was summer and several of the family were sitting on the front veranda. They rose to welcome you. We're so glad you called, one of them said. Then you replied, I should have come before. I've dropped over now to say your house is on fire. It didn't happen in exactly that way, Mr. Clemens replied. I certainly did tell them their house was on fire. Perhaps I did stroll across the street. Nowadays I would probably run. Age makes a lot of difference when you're telling your neighbors about a fire. Mark Twain was an editor in Buffalo about two years. He said he couldn't live in Buffalo because of the frequency of fur overcoats. In 1871 his comfortable home in Hartford, Connecticut was purchased. Here the family lived for more than 15 years while Mr. Clemens wrote some of his most important books, became interested in a publishing business, lectured, and wandered in foreign lands. The Hartford home is the one most closely identified with his name. So is a story of Mark Twain and Mrs. Harriet Beecher Stowe, one of his neighbors. Mr. Clemens' version of this anecdote exploded the popular conception of the yarn. It also gave an insight into a humorist's idea of humor. The version I've heard, said the reporter, is that you called on Mrs. Stowe one day to find, on your return, that you had neither a collar nor a necktie on. Then, it is said, you wrapped a collar and a necktie in paper and sent it to Mrs. Stowe with a message that here is the rest of me. The incident was not like that, replied Mr. Clemens. Mrs. Stowe and my family were neighbors and friends. We lived close to each other, and there were no fences between. I had a collar on when I made the call, but found when I got back that I had forgotten my necktie. I sent a servant to Mrs. Stowe with the necktie on a silver salver. The note I sent with it was ceremonious. It contained a formal apology for the necktie. I'm sorry now I didn't keep a copy of that letter. It had to be ceremonious. Anything flippant on such an occasion and between such friends would have been merely silly. The life in Hartford, with its successes and personal sorrows, ended twelve years ago in financial complications that made Mark Twain a wanderer again. Mr. Clemens became interested in the publishing house of Charles L. Webster and Company. He sank his fortune in the business, and in an ingenious but impractical typesetting machine. Mark Twain's declaration twelve years ago that he would pay his debts by a lecture tour around the world is well remembered. He was a man of sixty at the time. In some ways his task was more difficult than that of Sir Walter Scott when he wrote some of his greatest novels under a burden of debt. But Twain was very popular as a lecturer. Theatres and halls were not large enough to hold the crowds that gathered at the doors. The proceeds of the lecture tour, the book following the equator that grew out of it, and his other publications not only paid his debts but replenished his fortunes. After his lecture tour came the years of residence in Europe. I suppose you could call the dwellings we occupied in Europe our homes. In England we lived near London and a home of Mr. Gladstone. Two years were spent in Paris. That house was a fine one. It had been built by a man who was both an architect and an artist. What fine large rooms there were. And everywhere were suggestions of a painter's home. Then there were two years in Vienna and about the same in Berlin. It was while we were living there in 1891 that the Emperor William asked me to dinner. Yes, I meant what I wrote about that dinner. The Emperor did most of the talking. If I could entertain him, I would feel I had a right to talk most of the time too. In Florence we spent about two more years. We occupied La Caponcina, a villa near the city, with a beautiful view of the Pistoria Mountains. Joan of Arc was written in Florence. The villa is now occupied by the Italian poet Danunzio. Mark Twain's wanderings seem to have ended as he sat in the drawing room of his residence at Fifth Avenue and Ninth Street. The color of his shock of hair and flowing grey mustache was repeated in a suit of spotless white. But the deep-set black eyes were as piercing as ever, his laughter as hearty and contagious. His movements and conversation created the impression of ceaseless activity of mind and body. There is a connection between Mark Twain's wanderings and the new home he will build for himself near West Wrenning, Connecticut. The architecture will suggest the Italian villa Mr. Clemens occupied near Florence, a home sought for the benefit of Mrs. Clemens, then an invalid, and surrounded by many pleasant memories. The new home will also contain many mementos of the author's travels. The loggia was suggested by a villa of the Medici near Florence. A building in Milan inspired the decorations of the main entrance and some of the architectural details. Mr. Clemens will furnish a number of plaques in the De La Rovia style of faience that will be inserted in the walls. A mantle and fireplace bought many years ago by Mrs. Clemens in Scotland will be a feature of the living-room. Mr. Clemens' younger daughter is an invalid much of the time, and the site of the house near West Wrenning, Connecticut was chosen so that the author might give his family a permanent home for both summer and winter that would be accessible from New York. Added to this motive was Mark Twain's ambition to have his family about him in what may be the closing scenes of his life. So Mr. Clemens bought a 180-acre farm in Connecticut and chose a hilltop for his new home. The plans of the house, recently approved by Mr. Clemens, were drawn up by J. Mead Howells, a relative of William Dean Howells. There will be a rectangular pavilion with wings on either side, the walls of cream-coloured stucco, and the low Italian roof covered with copper-coloured tiles. Across one end will be the living-room, with windows on three sides and walls paneled in dark wood. The large organ, here to fore in Mr. Clemens' Hartford home, will be built into one end. In the centre is to be the fireplace from Scotland. The living-room will open on the Italian Loggia, with a beautiful view of the surrounding country. As the visitor enters the house by the main doorway in the central pavilion he will find himself in a large hall, with a billiard-room on the right, the living-room on the left, and the entrance to the dining-room opposite. Three long windows in the dining-room will open on a terrace overlooking the garden. Here a number of small spruce trees resembling the cypresses of Italy recall the days Mark Twain spent in a Florentine garden. The office of Mr. Clemens' secretary, the kitchens and pantries occupy the rest of the first floor. On the second there will be Mr. Clemens' bedroom in one corner, the apartments of his family, and several guest chambers. The farm near West Reading is called the Glen. In one of the valleys, however, is a noted natural fountain known as Beach Spray Spring. This will not only furnish a water supply of exceptional value, but will probably give a name to the country house. End of Section 17, March 31, 1907, Mark Twain's Wanderings at an End. Red by John Greenman. Section 18 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 15, 1907, Mark Twain tells of being an actor. He sees his own The Prince and the Pauper, and relates story of twenty-two years ago. Stage speech cuts short. He managed to narrate, however, that once he played Miles Hendon sees Educational Alliance show. Samuel L. Clemens, Mark Twain, in his white suit, sat in the audience that witnessed yesterday afternoon the Educational Alliance's performance of the play made from his book The Prince and the Pauper, in the theatre of the Alliance building in East Broadway. Beside him was William Dean Howells and nearby Daniel Froman and Miss Clemens. The rest of the audience, some eight hundred in all, was composed largely of the children of the neighbourhood. After the second act the curtain was raised to disclose Mr. Clemens in his white suit. He made a speech in which he referred to his own playing of the role of Miles Hendon and complimented the alliance on its theatre. He was about to tell a story which he said had been told by his friend Kate Douglas Wigan when from the players, looking out at him from the wings and entrances to the set, applause came. Mr. Clemens looked about, puzzled for a moment, when a young woman, entering by the left upper entrance into full view of the audience, went quite close to him and began to talk to him in an undertone. I must apologize, said Mr. Clemens. Again the young woman said something in a tone not audible to those in front. Anxious to tell his story. I only want to tell this story and then I'll stop, Mr. Clemens said to her. After he had told a story about a negro who had got a marriage license with the wrong woman's name in it and had then decided to marry that woman rather than pay two dollars for a new license, as there wasn't two dollars difference between the two women, he left the stage and the curtain was lowered. The speech that had been interrupted began in a vein of family reminiscence. I have not enjoyed a play so much, so heartily and so thoroughly, said the author, since I played Miles Hendon twenty-two years ago. I used to play in this piece with my children who, twenty-two years ago, were little youngsters. One of my daughters was the prince, and a neighbor's daughter was the pauper, and the children of other neighbors played other parts. But we never gave such a performance as we have seen here today. It would have been beyond us. My late wife was the dramatist and stage manager. Our coachman was the stage manager, second in command. We used to play it in this simple way, and the one who used to bring in the crown on a cushion, he was a little fellow then, is now a clergyman, way up high, six or seven feet high, and growing higher all the time. We played it well, but not as well as you see it here, for you see it by practically trained professionals. Never remembered his part. I was especially interested in the scene which we have just had for Miles Hendon was my part. I did it as well as a person could who never remembered his part. The children all knew their parts. They did not mind if I did not know mine. I could thread a needle nearly as well as the player did whom you saw today. The words of my part I could supply on the spot. The words of the song that Miles Hendon sang here I did not catch, but I was great in that song. Then Mr. Clemens hummed a bit of doggerel that the reporter made out as this. There was a woman in her town. She loved her husband well, but another man just twice as well. How is that? demanded Mr. Clemens. Then, resuming, it was so fresh and enjoyable to make up a new set of words each time that I played the part. If I had a thousand citizens in front of me, I would like to give them information. But you children already know all that I have found out about the educational alliance. It's like a man living within thirty miles of Vesuvius and never knowing about the volcano. It's like living for a lifetime in Buffalo, eighteen miles from Niagara and never going to the falls. So I had lived in New York and knew nothing about the educational alliance. This theater is a part of the work and furnishes pure and clean plays. This theater is an influence. Everything in the world is accomplished by influences which train and educate. When you get to be seventy-one and a half as I am, you may think that your education is over. But it isn't. Theaters Public Educators. If we had forty theaters of this kind in this city of four million, how they would educate and elevate? We should have a body of educated theater-goers. It would make better citizens, honest citizens. One of the best gifts a millionaire could make would be a theater here and a theater there. It would make, of you, a real republic and bring about an educational level. Then Mr. Clemens went on to quote from a speech of Kate Douglas Wigan when he was interrupted. In the cast of The Prince and the Popper, the performance of which Mr. Clemens watched closely and frequently applauded, there were three young women, scarcely more than girls, who shone. Rhoda Rosenblum played Tom Canty, the pauper boy who by force of circumstances changes his station with Prince Edward, with a touch of ingenuousness that was spontaneous. The small part of Nan Canty, Tom's sister, undertaken by Sarah E. Novik, a girl with humorous natural methods, was heartily applauded, while Helen H. Schwartz, as the Prince, sketched well the range of her role. May 1st, 1907, Mark Twain fussed in actors' fair. Mrs. Rosenfeld, Christian scientist, didn't want him at her booth. Froman, to the rescue, puts Mr. Clemens with the players, but trouble is brewing for playwright's wife. Christian science has got into the plans which are being made for the actors' fund fair to open for a week next Monday at the Metropolitan Opera House. Things became so complicated yesterday, in fact, that Mark Twain was threatened with a request to abandon his intentions of helping out at the Century Theatre Club booth, but has been transferred to the Players' Booth instead. Besides all this, the four hundred members of the Century Theatre Club are divided into factions over whether or not the resignation of its President, Mrs. Sydney Rosenfeld, an idiot who started all the trouble, shall be accepted if it is offered or asked for if it isn't. Mrs. Rosenfeld was willing to retain the presidency, it was said, on condition that Mr. Clemens should not be present either in person or through his books at her club's booth. A meeting of the entire membership of the club was hurriedly called yesterday afternoon after a stormy meeting of the booth committee. The meetings are usually held at ten thirty o'clock at the Hotel Aster. The four hundred members were requested by postal yesterday afternoon to be on hand this morning for important business. A member said last night that they would certainly be there. All of us, too. The actors' fund fair is one of the most popular functions of the year. The Century Theatre Club, an organization formed to band together intelligent theatre-goers, agreed to take charge of a booth. The booth committee searched around for something that would make the club's counter one of the most taking of the fair. The committee considered it a stroke of genius when Mr. Clemens was persuaded to lend himself to their booth. It was planned that he should send autograph copies of his books for sale. Some mottos and maxims of his should be shown off by electric lights. He himself agreed to come and serve at the booth at stated times. Daniel Froman, president of the actors' fund organization, complimented the committee. He thought that they had done a great thing. It was expected that wherever Mr. Clemens was there would come much money. But he reckoned without Mrs. Rosenfeld, the president of the club. She is an ardent Christian scientist. Several years ago, when Mrs. Eddy issued her proclamation against clubs, she withdrew from all to which she belonged, except the century. Mrs. Rosenfeld did not hear of the Mark Twain stroke until a few days ago. Then she sat down and wrote Mr. Clemens a letter, hinting that it would be well for him not to connect himself with the booth according to the plans of the committee. She also offered him, so it was said, last night, an easy way to get out of his promises. Mr. Clemens' secretary replied that he was out of the city. So, yesterday Mrs. Rosenfeld called together the booth committee. She remonstrated with them for inviting Mr. Clemens to exhibit himself, his books and his mottos, for the benefit of the Century Theatre Club's booth. She reminded them from a long, typewritten statement she had prepared that she was a Christian scientist, and that the committee should have known that. Then she said she would rather give up her post than be associated with an organization whose booth made Mark Twain, belittler of Christian science, its headliner. Finally she issued an ultimatum to the effect that either Mr. Clemens would have to be cut out of the club's booth at the fair, or she would cut herself not only out of the presidency, but out of the club itself. Daniel Froman, president of the Actors Fund Fair and diplomat in all affairs theatrical, was consulted. A member of the organization said last night that he was furious. He was even willing, so it was said last night, that if Mrs. Rosenfeld offered her resignation it should be accepted. Some members of the committee agreed with Mr. Froman. Mr. Froman himself said last night that he couldn't see how Christian science and the Actors Fund Fair were in any way connected, and he thought that it had been a grave mistake to connect them at all. He decided at once to transfer Mr. Clemens to the player's booth if he should continue willing to help at the fair. Mrs. Rosenfeld was said to be out of town, and likely to be out. Mrs. Rosenfeld was very much affected at the committee meeting this morning, said a club member last night, who declared that she was present at the time. She told the members that her Jesus and Mrs. Mary Baker Eddy were dearer to her than any club or anything else in the world, and that she would rather give up anything than be associated with persons who had publicly said about Mrs. Eddy such things as Mark Twain had said. The committee was simply dumbfounded. After the members recovered most of them were in favor of her resigning, though they did not say so right out. End of Section 19, May 1, 1907, Mark Twain Fuss, in Actors Fair, read by John Greenman. Section 20 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 2, 1907. Warm Apologies to Mark Twain. Women's Theatre Club turns down its president, Mrs. Rosenfeld. A beloved institution. Letter of Apology calls him and puts him next but one after the Constitution. The members of the Actors Fund Fair Committee of the Century Theatre Club held a fervid meeting yesterday morning in the rooms of the Women's Professional League in the Berkeley Lyceum building, and voted that it was a shame that Christian science and Mark Twain had come into collision over the fair. They had little sympathy for Mrs. Sidney Rosenfeld, president of their society, who wrote to Mr. Clemens asking him not to assist at their booth because of his hostility to Christian science. The women yesterday morning elected no less than three committees, one to call on Mr. Clemens and apologize for Mrs. Rosenfeld's action, one to explain to the newspapers how all the trouble began, and one to hold a conference with Mrs. Rosenfeld. Mrs. Rosenfeld, when conferred with soon afterward, insisted that her action in the matter of writing to Mr. Clemens was entirely personal and not in her capacity as president of the club. At the same time she strenuously declared that she would rather resign from the club than apologize for her action or permit Mr. Clemens to aid at the society booth at the Metropolitan Opera House. A formal resolution of apology to Mr. Clemens was adopted at the general meeting. It said, resolved that the chairman of the committee representing the Century Theatre Club at the Actors Fund Fair be hereby instructed to prepare a special report containing complete information concerning the invitation to Mr. Samuel M. Clemens to take a special part with the Century Theatre Club in the work for the fair, the information to include copies of all letters and other correspondence written or received by officers of the Century Theatre Club or others bearing upon said invitation to Mr. Clemens, said special report to be presented in the next business meeting of the Century Theatre Club. Resolved that the members of the Auxiliary Committee of the Actors Fund Fair, appointed from the Century Theatre Club, do herewith express their fullest confidence in Mrs. Edith Ellis Baker, chairman of said committee, and unqualifiedly approves every and all executive acts of hers while chairman of this committee, and further appreciate and thank her for her intelligent, energetic, and successful direction of the Century Theatre Club's portion of the work for the Actors Fund Fair. The particularly significant part of this was that it upheld Mrs. Baker, chairman of the committee, who had revolted from Mrs. Rosenfeld, and insisted on doing the square thing by Mr. Clemens. Considerable correspondence passed between Mrs. Baker and Mrs. Rosenfeld on the subject. Both are Christian scientists, but Mrs. Baker could not see how the presence of Mark Twain at the Society Booth would wreck her faith in the teachings of Mrs. Eddie. These letters were presented as exhibits in the case yesterday. Exhibit One dated April 24 was a letter from Mrs. Rosenfeld, C. S., to Mrs. Baker, in which Mrs. Rosenfeld explained that she had just heard of the invitation to Mr. Clemens, and felt that if the humorist appeared at the booth she would have to withdraw from the presidency on religious grounds. Exhibit Two, the result of a protest in answer to the first letter, was a similar document from the same to the same, in which Mrs. Rosenfeld says, New, remember that there is no concord between Christ and Belial. We must choose between truth and error. Mark Twain, the man, is nothing to me. I have no objection to him as an individual, but Mark Twain, as the avenue through which error has striven to attack and destroy truth, is Belial to me, and I can have no dealings with him. Exhibit Three is a letter from Mrs. Baker to Mrs. Rosenfeld, in which Mrs. Baker insists that, far from inviting Mr. Clemens without consulting Mrs. Rosenfeld, she spoke to her about it three times before seeing the author, and she therefore resented any affront offered Mark Twain in the name of the four hundred members of the club. The club is not a religious organization, writes Mrs. Baker. In its membership are people who are as bitter and vituperative in their statements regarding Christian science as Mr. Twain. In your drawing-room I was ridiculed and sneered at for defending my belief in the truth by a member of the club and a dear friend of yours. I love you too much not to deplore the attitude you are taking. If either alternative that you lay down is followed it will bring absolute ridicule on all scientists. Exhibit Four is a letter of apology from Mrs. Baker to Mr. Clemens, disclaiming that the club had any knowledge of the president's action and expressing regret for the occurrence. Mrs. Rosenfeld, says the letter, is an English woman and does not understand that after the Constitution and the Emancipation Proclamation you are our biggest native document and our best beloved institution. As announced last night, Daniel Froman has saved the situation by transferring Mr. Clemens to the player's booth. Though the club now has a special committee to apologize, it scarcely expects the beatific honor of getting the prize humorist, who is a bit of a prize pig at the fair, back to its particular booth. Mr. Clemens himself is still out of town and probably glad of it. Mrs. Rosenfeld was reported to be at her scientist's church last night, but at her home she was said to be out of town also. There is to be a meeting of the club later to talk about its president. May 2, 1907 Warm Apologies to Mark Twain. Red by John Greenman. Section 21 of Mark Twain in the New York Times, Part 5. 1907-1909. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain, Red by John Greenman. May 4, 1907, Twain and Yacht Disappear at Sea. Humorist and the canal missing from Hamden Roads. H. H. Rogers is worried. Sends out an alarm for his boat and his guest. No record of her passing. Special to the New York Times. Norfolk, May 3. Mark Twain and the Yacht Canal are missing. The services of the wireless station and the weather bureau at Cape Henry and Hatteras have been appealed to by H. H. Rogers to assist in locating the missing craft on which Mr. Clemens is a guest. Last Monday Mr. Rogers and his son left the yacht and went to New York by rail. Mr. Clemens declined to make the railroad trip. The yacht was fog-bound. For two days Mr. Clemens fretted and fumed all alone on the vessel. On Wednesday afternoon the fog cleared for a few hours, the humorist went aboard, and the yacht disappeared from the roads. It was reported that she went out of the capes bound for New York. It is now denied that there is any official record of her passing out. As there have been several severe storms in this section recently Mr. Rogers is concerned about the safety of his vessel and its guest. For two or three days following the opening of the Jamestown exposition Mark Twain was marooned off Old Point. On Tuesday he was moving around the hotel chamberlain complaining that his fellow travelers had gone away and that the fog off the capes had delayed the departure of the canal. Here I am, all alone on H. H. Rogers' yacht anchored out there and not a saint to look down in pity. Rogers has gone home. His son Harry has gone. And the only remaining guest that came down to this exposition opening says he is going back to New York tonight. But I cannot go. Mr. Clemens then explained that in the face of the fog that had enveloped the capes for at least two days the yacht's navigator declined to risk the passage. The humorist himself then declared that the situation was rendered acute by his own peculiar brand of obstinacy. I simply will not go back by train, he remarked. I declare that I feel like the man without a country. I pine for Fifth Avenue and dear old coaches to say nothing of the arch in Washington Square. End of Section XXI, May 4, 1907, Twain and Yacht disappear at sea, read by John Greenman. Section XXII of Mark Twain in the New York Times, Part V, 1907-1909. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain read by John Greenman. May 5, 1907, Mark Twain investigating. And if the report that he's lost at sea is so, he'll let the public know. Mark Twain was hard ashore and pounding heavily on the front lawn of the Tuxedo Club last night. The people of Norfolk, Virginia, who had taken more interest in him than they had in the big naval review at the opening of the Jamestown Exposition, were informed of the fact and were breathing easily again. Mr. Clemens, given up for lost by the host of friends he made in Norfolk on his visit to that city with H. H. Rogers, aboard the latter's yacht canal, will be the hero of that Virginia community should he ever return there. The fact that the yacht slipped out of Hampton Roads during a fog and started north caused the report to spread through Virginia that the canal had not been reported as having passed the capes safely, and the friends of the humorist in the South feared mightily for his life. And all the time Mr. Clemens was safe in his rooms in Fifth Avenue. Editor Harvey Wilson of the Norfolk Ledger Dispatch sat up all night with an extra ready and with his heart in his mouth. He is an old time admirer of Mark and has read after him, as they say in Virginia, these many years. In the Virginia Club in Norfolk and in the Westmoreland in Richmond the Negro servants were kept busy rushing messages to the telegraph offices, while the most expert of the jewelipers of the Southland worked their arms off cracking ice and plucking the tender leaves of the fragrant herb in the preparation of a certain famous concoction guaranteed to dispel sorrow and lightened hearts that are heavy. Mr. Clemens heard all this yesterday, but took it calmly. You can assure my Virginia friends, said he, that I will make an exhaustive investigation of this report that I have been lost at sea if there is any foundation for the report. I will at once apprise the anxious public. I sincerely hope that there is no foundation for the report, and I also hope that judgment will be suspended until I ascertain the true state of affairs. To his friend Milt Goodkind of 121 West 42nd Street, Mr. Clemens sent the following telegram, as soon as he had read a report from Norfolk telling of the fear there that he was lost on the bosom of the briny deep. Latitude 43 degrees, five hours and 41 seconds west by southeast of Central Park West, Kanawa heading toward nowhere. Terrific cyclone raging. All the houses down in our vicinity. Trees and telegraph poles interfering with our progress. Vessel leaking badly. Past a school of whales and several elephants at dawn. Fire department badly crippled. Extension ladder out of commission. Water very low. Two of our crew lost overboard last evening. Please send airship and some Bach beer at once. Crew starving. Deny report that I am dodging Mrs. Eddie or actor's fund fair. Ship sinking. Send financial relief at once. Mark Twain. Being slightly puzzled by the telegram and the dispatch from Norfolk, Mr. Goodkind in the afternoon sent to the newspapers a notice offering a reward of fifty dollars for the capture of Mark Twain, alive, drowned, or half-drowned. But the humorist had taken refuge at Tuxedo and his rescue from the cruel clutches of the sea was being celebrated there. May 5, 1907. Mark Twain investigating. Red by John Greenman. Section 23 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 7, 1907. Actor's fund fair opens with Vim. Roosevelt presses the button and then Mark Twain makes a speech. Seek to raise two hundred and fifty thousand dollars. First two tickets bring one thousand five hundred dollars. Actresses preside over many attractive booths. At exactly two o'clock yesterday afternoon President Roosevelt in Washington pressed a button. The lights of the Metropolitan Opera House here, which had been extinguished, flashed on again. Cannon boomed. The band played. Mark Twain made a speech. And the actor's fund fair was declared open to the public. Even while the building was reverberating with the report of the cannon, a shower of tiny American flags fluttered from the roof down into the village street of Stratford on Avon, the central highway of the Bazaar. As soon as the sound of the cannon aid had died away, the officers of the fund filed onto the platform at the western end of the opera house. Daniel Froman, president of the fund, made the opening address. Nothing is more appropriate than that we should begin with the playing of the star-spangled banner, said Mr. Froman. We intend to make this a banner weak in the history of the fund. The actor's fund is not a restricted institution. It takes a broad and sympathetic interest in every one on the stage, whether he be actor, singer, dancer, or workman. Since the time of the last fair at Madison Square Garden, the fund has expended from $500 to $600 weekly in its charities. In other words, we have spent more than $40,000 a year. Mr. Froman, after briefly describing the nature of the fund and citing the necessarily precarious living of the actor, continued, charity covers a multitude of sins, and it also reveals a multitude of virtues. We are grateful for the help of Mr. Robly and his assistant Mr. Price and Mrs. A. M. Palmer, who has taken up the work that her husband would have done had he remained with us. We are grateful to all who have assisted in bringing preparations to a successful conclusion. At the opening of the former fair, we had the assistance of Edwin Booth and Joseph Jefferson. In their place we have today that American institution and apostle of wide humanity, Mark Twain. Mark Twain's Plee for the Actor. Mark Twain, whose famous white suit and white hair had made him a conspicuous figure from the minute he entered the hall, was received with general applause. He spoke tersely and deliberately. As Mr. Froman has said, the humorous began, charity reveals a multitude of virtues. This is true, and it is to be proved here before the week is over. Mr. Froman has told you something of the object and something of the character of the work. He told me he would do this, and he has kept his word. I had expected to hear of it through the newspapers. I wouldn't trust anything between Froman and the newspapers, except when it's a case of charity. You should all remember that the actor has been your benefactor many and many a year. When you have been weary and downcast, he has lifted your heart out of gloom and given you a fresh impulse. You are all under obligation to him. This is your opportunity to be his benefactor, to help provide for him in his old age and when he suffers from infirmities. At this fair no one is to be persecuted to buy. If you offer a twenty-dollar bill in payment for a purchase of one dollar, you will receive nineteen dollars in change. There is to be no robbery here. There is to be no creed here, no religion except charity. We want to raise two hundred and fifty thousand dollars, and that is a great task to attempt. The President has set the fair in motion by pressing the button in Washington. Now your good wishes are to be transmuted into cash. By virtue of the authority in me vested, I declare the fair open. I call the ball-game. Let the transmuting begin. Fifteen hundred dollars for the first two tickets. Though the fair was not formally open until two o'clock, the doors were thrown open to the public at twelve-thirty. Even before that the building was thronged with women and some men putting final touches on the booths. The first two admission tickets were bought by Mark Claw and Abraham L. Erlinger, each of whom paid seven hundred and fifty dollars for the privilege of entering the enchanted ground. End of section twenty-three, May seventh, nineteen-oh-seven, Actors Fund Fair opens with Vim. Read by John Greenman. Section twenty-four of Mark Twain in the New York Times, part five, nineteen-oh-seven through nineteen-oh-nine, this LibriVox recording is in the public domain read by John Greenman. May eleventh, nineteen-oh-seven, Oxford Degree for Twain, and elect a successor to Mrs. Rosenfeld. Oxford Degree for Twain. University will make humorous a Bachelor of Letter. Special to the New York Times. Annapolis, May tenth. Samuel L. Clemens, Mark Twain, who is a guest here of Governor Warfield, announced today that he was going to England to be honoured by a degree. I got a cable-gram from the other side, telling me that if I went over to Oxford University, the degree of Bachelor of Letters would be conferred on me. He said, I wrote a letter accepting the honour, and saying that I would sail in the latter part of June. The humorous visited the Naval Academy today and accompanied with Mrs. Warfield and a party of friends. The party went through the hall to where the body of Paul Jones lies, flanked on one side by a painting of the revolutionary hero by Miss Cecilia Bow. That, said Commander Dayton, is the body of Paul Jones. Is it possible, exclaimed Twain innocently, I know Miss Bow, who made the painting very well, and remember perfectly the day Jones sat for this picture. I met her later in London, and on the other side of the table, I was always eating in those days, was Whistler, the great painter. I was talking thirteen words to the dozen, and Whistler was talking fourteen. Finally I got tired of his interruptions, and turning to Miss Bow, I said, Who is that noisy person over there? That's funny, she replied. He just asked me the same thing about you. While puffing a cigar and looking at two cannons captured from the French, the guard warned the humorist of rules against smoking. Arrested again, Twain exclaimed, but he clung to his cigar behind his back. Constituted constabulary will run this country yet. Then as he thought it over he said, Still, that's right, I might set fire to this place, smoking around this stone and cannon and inflammable stuff. Elect a successor to Mrs. Rosenfeld. Century Theatre Club, after its President adjourned session, reconvenes. Mark Twain for peace. So everybody agrees to forget the actor's fair incident. Office made for Mrs. Rosenfeld. The Century Theatre Club held its annual election yesterday afternoon, confessed its sins, and received absolution. The summary treatment of Mark Twain by its President, Mrs. Sidney Rosenfeld, is a thing of the past. The club is now prepared to live happily with Mrs. Rosenfeld as past honorary President. Since Mrs. Edith Ellis Baker, Chairman of the Actor's Fund Fair Committee of the Century Theatre Club, invited Mark Twain to be the feature of the Century Club's booth at the fair, only to have him requested to stay away by the President, because he did not share her reverence for Christian science, the Century Club's feelings have been in a soda-water state of effervescence. The situation was saved by the player's club, which, with great joy and gladness, took the venerable humorous to its booth, while the Century Club begged pardon for its President, as well as it could, and the President stayed at home from the fair and matters were as little complicated as possible. It should also be noted that Mr. Clemens appeared at the Century Theatre Club's booth at the fair yesterday, doing his share in burying the hatchet. But the election, which was scheduled for yesterday with Mrs. Rosenfeld's name up for President, was looked forward to with much interest. Club members said they could not possibly elect Mrs. Rosenfeld to office again, and it was rumored that word came from the Rosenfeld household that Mrs. Rosenfeld would not think of resigning. Pouring rain did not keep the members away from the meeting. They were out in full force, and Mrs. Rosenfeld, as President, opened the session with a statement of her side of the matter. It was an executive meeting, only members being admitted. But according to the statement given out at the end, Mrs. Rosenfeld said something like this. Members and dear friends, I wish to ask your pardon for the stand I have seemed to take in this unfortunate affair. Christian science is my religion. I must stand up for it, and I should do again anything that might be necessary to uphold it. But I have intended to act only as a private individual, and in seeming to act for the club, I have been in the wrong. I love every member of the club, and I feel that they love me, but I cannot again accept the office of President. I would not wish to do so unless I was unanimously elected, and so I withdraw my name from the ticket. I would propose that this meeting be adjourned and the election be postponed until fall. Mrs. Rosenfeld had been much affected in speaking, and in the excitement which followed the close of her remarks, someone called from the door. I second the motion. All in favour, will please say, Yay! Opposed? Nay! It is a vote, said the President. Stepping then from the platform she moved out of the door and was gone before anyone knew that she had left the meeting. Mrs. Grace Gaylord Clark, who plays the role of mother in the Rose of the Rancho, at once arose and exclaimed, Ladies, this is unconstitutional. We must remain in the name of justice, if not as members of the club. Mrs. John Livingston Niver, First Vice President, then took the floor, while the Wondering Club was catching its breath, and said, Why, we can't adjourn in this way, because it isn't parliamentary. The President's suggestion was not a motion, and anyway, there were more nays than yeas. It will be constitutional to reconvene the meeting, said Philip Dillon, so the meeting began once more. There followed the reading of the Actors Fund Fair reports by Mrs. Baker, with the correspondence concerning the Mark Twain Affair. She was frequently applauded. A final letter from Mr. Clements himself was read to close the incident, a communication benign and kindly in tone, in which the humorous declared he harbored not one whit of ill feeling toward anybody. Mrs. Henry W. Hart of Brooklyn, who has been in no way connected with the fair trouble, finally proved acceptable to all sides, and she was nominated and elected as President, after several women had declined the nomination. An amendment to the Constitution was made, providing for the office of past honorary President, and Mrs. Rosenfeld was elected to fill it as a tribute to her splendid ability and untiring work for the club. We were perfectly satisfied with the outcome of the meeting, said one member. We are all very fond of Mrs. Rosenfeld, and we were glad to have her remain in the club. I don't think she could have been elected President after what had happened, not because we think less of her, but we should not like to have anything like this affair with Mark Twain happened again. End of Section 24 May 11, 1907 Oxford Degree for Twain and Elect a Successor to Mrs. Rosenfeld Read by John Greenman