King 



DOZENS of men in this Club,* 

 and hundreds outside of it, 

 could give material for a little poem 

 on the theme, " How I first knew 

 King," with a motive quite as original 

 and perhaps more dramatic than that 

 of Browning's " When I last saw 

 Waring." Every one who met him 

 thirty years ago remembers how he 

 bubbled with life and energy, and 

 how his talk rippled with humor and 

 thought quite new to our rather 

 academic life in the East. Traces of 

 it still hang about our book-shelves. 

 One can recall the odor of it, and 

 of the delight it gave us, by read- 

 ing a page of his Mountaineering 



* This paper, presented here as originally- 

 written, was intended to be read at a proposed 

 King Memorial Meeting at the Century Club. 

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