FIGHTING THE INSECTS 



Club. I told Mrs. Howard he was Frank R. Stockton. As we 

 moved slowly forward, Stockton suddenly began to fall and was 

 caught by Burnett. We were told the next day that he was carried 

 up to one of the hotel rooms, where he died. 



Considering the purpose of this book, I have probably given 

 too much space to the Cosmos Club. But it is hard to stop, yet 

 I will do so with the following paragraph from a short address 

 I made at the annual meeting in 1922: 



"Perhaps few of us realize it, but while we are enjoying the 

 Club's homelike atmosphere, which an eminent artist once called 

 one of 'dignified simplicity,' it is broadening to all of us and 

 makes us more interesting to others and more interesting to our- 

 selves. The Fiftieth Anniversary will celebrate the intimate com- 

 mingling of scientific men and those of the near-sciences of engi- 

 neering, political and social economy, forestry and archaeology; 

 of artists and of writers, of leaders of medicine, law and the 

 church, and of men distinguished in the public service — all 

 brought together to a degree and in a way that no other organ- 

 ization in the world has equalled. Long live the Cosmos Club!" 



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