THE STORY OF AN ENTOMOLOGIST 



different halls before the Brooklyn Institute of Arts and Sci- 

 ences. The Hamilton Club of Brooklyn invited all three of us to 

 a big supper following the lectures. But one speech was made, 

 and that was by Mr. Wilson. I remember his opening very 

 vividly. He announced that he understood very well that the 

 members of the Club were mainly men of large affairs, engaged 

 in the financial whirlpool across the river. He supposed, there- 

 fore, that they must think it strange that he, from the little town 

 of Princeton, and Jenks, from the little town of Ithaca, should 

 have the audacity to come to Brooklyn to tell them something 

 about financial things. 



"But," he said, "you are down striving in the middle of affairs, 

 while Jenks and I are in the position of men up in a balloon. 

 We see the perspective that you can not see." 



For the same reason that I have omitted comment on four of 

 the Presidents under whom I have served, I shall insert nothing 

 more about Mr. Wilson. I met him occasionally, once upon the 

 golf links, and I am sure that his devotion to this game helped 

 to keep him fit during the long and anxious years when he 

 occupied the Presidential chair. 



Of course I shared the general public opinion on the election 

 of President Harding, and my personal views concerning him 

 were very much like those of most people. He was a handsome, 

 impressive and very charming man. When I first shook hands 

 with him at a White House reception he gave me the feeling 

 that I was a man whom he was especially glad to know, and 

 I feel sure that he gave the same impression to all. I rejoiced 

 with every one else over the big international conference for 

 the reduction of the navies of the world, and looked upon the 

 newly established Bureau of the Budget with interest but also 

 with watchful waiting. When, however, the President called 



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