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better words. The distinguished Frenchman smiled at Adams 

 and said that he knew Mr. Millet, but that he would reserve his 

 opinion on the subject of Mr. Millet's French. 



At the Millet Memorial Meeting held in the auditorium of the 

 United States National Museum some months after the dear old 

 chap went down on the Titanic, Mr. Adams made a most laud- 

 atory address. He was much affected. His voice trembled, and 

 his eyes were tearful. 



Millet liked all kinds of people. One of his favorites at the 

 Cosmos Club was a shy old German, Dr. E. A. Schwarz, who 

 spoke with a strong accent, complicated by badly fitting false 

 teeth, but who had a delightful sense of humor. A story that 

 pleased Millet greatly, and that he often told, was of a little 

 boy who went to Dr. Schwarz's desk in the National Museum 

 and said, "Oh, Dr. Schwarz, here is a very beautiful beetle that 

 I found sitting on a milk-weed." 



"Veil," said the dear, learned old fellow, "he's got to sit some- 

 vhere, ain't it.?" 



For a number of years we had in Washington an informal club 

 composed of secretaries of national organizations having head- 

 quarters there. Richard D. Watrous, the secretary of the Ameri- 

 can Civic Association, was the leading spirit, and called the 

 meetings. I went as the secretary of the American Association 

 for the Advancement of Science. Colonel Ernest Bicknell, secre- 

 tary of the American Red Cross, and about twenty others were 

 usually in attendance. The luncheons were held at the Press 

 Club. Millet, as secretary of the American Academy at Rome, 

 was often there, and the last time I saw him was on the day he 

 left for New York with Archie Butt, the Military Secretary of 

 President Roosevelt, to sail to Europe. It was on that return trip 

 that they were lost. As it happened, that day we were discussing 

 the general subject of a Lincoln memorial. The secretary of the 



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