ABSTRACT
When one is no longer young there is a quite special pleasure in meeting people with whom one was friends long ago and in recalling the doughty deeds of those ancient times. Once in the course of my travels over the Western Hemisphere, I met unexpectedly, as I stepped out of the train, a man whom I had not seen for forty years, with whom I had passed a great part of my boyhood. We plunged instantly into reminiscences of people and events which I had not thought of for a generation, and I observed that we both derived special gratification from incidents showing what naughty boys we had been. He remembered more of our misdemeanours than I did, and I was much relieved to find that I had not been a goody-goody, Sunday-school pet.
