

REVIEW OF REVIEWS. 



October 1, 1913. 



ling interestinj i) A favour 



lie trick of his was to stand trail) 

 the platform and move both arms up 

 and down, nursing the baby, as on< 



friends described it At the end oi 



the Crusade there was .1 marvellous 



ng in Queen's Hall, when the 



ked audience yelled and cheered 



as he r< se last oi all to 



,1<. The - placed him 



then hey wanted to keep the audi 



A ia H 'I EPISODE. 

 lather was a fascinating travelling 

 1. and during our trip lie told 

 ibout his early life, and al 

 ae had met. Formalities v 

 nothing to him, and he hated 1 onven- 

 tion Me detested getting new boots, 

 and kept the old on<^ until they could 

 be no longer repaired. He would rather 

 have an old pair with patches on them 

 than get new ones. We had an amus- 

 lllustration of this on one occasion 

 when we were going to Paris As usual 

 he had an immense amount to do and 

 see to before he left. A favourite pair 

 of boots had been sent out the night 

 before to be repaired, and, although he 

 had a clerk waiting in the bootshop, it 

 seemed as if the one he succeeded in 

 getting and bringing to the office would 

 have to make the journey alone. Father, 

 however, thrust it into his old and 

 bellows-like bag, and rushed off to 

 Charing Cross. Just as the train was 

 moving off the clerk dashed along the 

 platform waving the wretched fellow of 

 the boot in the air. It was successfully 

 thrust through the window, and father 

 was delighted 



Father's ideas of diet were peculiar. 

 When cycling, for instance, he speedily 

 developed a thirst, which he would 



nch with ginger beer, then perhaps 

 milk, to In- followed with lemonade, ail 



Coming in hot and 



1 from cycling or walking, he \vi 

 plunge straight away into a cold b 

 When expostulated with he replied tint 

 being too hot he wanted to get 1 

 and that was the quickest way. When 



lived at the Hague in 1907 I had 

 to be in the Drinting office until after 

 midnight When I reached the hotel 1 



lid find him working away in his 



bedroom, smoking a cigar, with the tea, 

 made hours before, boiling, leaves and 

 all, on a spirit lamp, and not infre- 

 quent !v an egg would be cooking in it. 

 He sometimes complained of indiges- 

 tion, and wondered how it came about. 

 Mr certainly must have had the inside 

 ostrich in some respects. I re- 

 member once seeing him leave the office 

 with a bundle wrapped up in news- 

 paper. As I knew he had an appoint- 

 ment at the House of Lords and was 

 going out to stay with an M.P. that 

 night, I asked him what he was taking- 

 it 'for. " My night things," he said, and 

 would not hear of having them done up 

 in brown paper. He had the happiest 

 disregard for what people thought or 

 said. A top hat was an abomination 

 to him. 



A BOATING ADVENTURE. 

 On one occasion he was camping out 

 on a tin\- island in Chichester Harbour, 

 his outfit consisting of a thick grey 

 sweater and a pair of rather dilapidated 

 trousers. Someone had run down from 

 London particularly anxious to see him, 

 as she had to leave for Africa next day. 

 So several of us took one of the small 

 boats and sailed across to fetch him, 

 intending to run up to Emsworth and 

 put the visitor in the late train to town. 

 \\V; reached the island and started away 

 from it with him, when a heavy squall 

 came on. We lost the channel in the 

 pouring rain and driving wind, and 

 finally reached a little village called 

 Bosham some time after midnight. Not 

 a soul was up, and when at last we suc- 

 < eeded in waking the landlord of the 

 1 inn we found there were no pro- 

 visions to be had, and the only thing we 

 could get to drink was very weak and 

 questionable gin. We managed to secure 

 two rooms, and camped there for the 

 night. In the morning we found we had 

 just enough money between us to pay our 

 fares back. We left the boat as security 

 for the payment of our lodging, and 

 departed for the railway station, a mile 

 away. We were a disreputable looking 

 party. Father's trousers covered with 

 mud and still wet, his sandshoes in a 

 state of ruin, his hat a relic. Our 

 visitor exhausted and hysterical, the 

 large poppies in her hat no longer red, 



