seen the most shockin' thing." "What was it, WilUam?" "Why, down 

 there, in front of the gymnasium, I see a young woman a pattin' the 

 gladiolus on the thigh." 



A propos of that statue, I rriay here record another of its vicissitudes. 

 When Anthony Comstock, the great crusader against all forms of 

 obscenity, came to Princeton to lecture, he found the gladiator mod- 

 estly clothed in red flannel drawers. No one laughed more heartily 

 at the absurd figure than Mr. Comstock, who needed no explanation 

 of the joke. 



Though busy with my work, I took time for recreation and exercise. 

 My chief pleasure was horseback riding, which I did almost every 

 afternoon, when the weather permitted, sometimes alone, more often 

 in a party. My Uncle and his eldest daughter, Osborn, Ord, and other 

 friends were my usual companions. Fanny, a wicked sorrel mare, off- 

 spring of the Kentucky mare that I had brought home from Pittsburgh 

 in 1872, and Peacock, a Uttle thoroughbred, hardly up to my weight, 

 were my usual mounts, until Fanny was sold. She was named for the 

 little bobtailed bay mare that Uncle Sam had ridden all through the 

 Civil War. 



Returning to New York from a visit to Niagara Falls I spent the 

 week-end with the Osborn family and met a number of college friends. 

 I had the novel and most pleasant experience of being treated by them 

 with real deference, as though I had become a personage in Europe. 

 One '79 man, whom I met in Fifth Avenue, told me that "Jimmie" 

 McCosh had said that my achievements in Heidelberg had never be- 

 fore been equalled by any one. This, I need hardly say, was not true and 

 I don't believe that Dr. McCosh had ever made such an exaggerated 

 statement, but evidently he had said something very complimentary. 

 Dr. Glover, writing a review in the London Lancet of one of my pub- 

 lished papers, said that I occupied in America much the same position 

 that Huxley did in England. When I remonstrated with him for print- 

 ing such preposterous stuff about me, he replied that that was what his 

 New York correspondents were telling him. 



I set all this down, not with any intention of sounding my own 

 trumpet, but to make clear some of the joyousness that filled my heart 

 in that wonderful autumn, when everything conspired to make me 

 happy and to fill me with confidence in the future. The willing and gen- 

 erous recognition from my fellows, who but two years before had looked 

 on me with indifference, was a large element in a happiness which was 



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