ABSTRACT
In and after the year 1922, when I was writing editorials first for the New York Herald and then briefly for the Evening Sun, newspapers which occupied the spacious marble building erected long before by A. T. Stewart at Broadway and Chambers Street, a man in whom I took a growing interest frequently came to my office. Erect, with regular features set off by a trim brown mustache and dressed in London-cut garments, he looked rather a businessman or broker than a writer. In garb, manners, and familiarity with city life, this bachelor member of the Yale Club seemed to fit that undefinable phrase, a man about town. He walked briskly. His talk reflected not only a nimble, precise mind, but a stubborn set of opinions, some liberal, some conservative. He was clearly a gentleman, possessing high standards of conduct and a genial courtesy. His family had for three generations moved in the better circles of New York life; he knew a few leaders of finance, and he had just come through interesting wartime experiences. Essentially, however, he was a scholar.
