The sun., 1917-05-27

should have done in an American
game, with the result that was a
sight not fit for human eyes before the
game was half over.
But my prowess won me a place
on the team. Spectators and players
alike decided that I was a tiger in
human form and I was promptly In
stalled as one of the backs. Yes. I'd
like to dream that game over again
since I should be one Of the spectators
now.
And the days a little later. too.
| when l was going to the Slade School
Of Art in London and living with the
WAGES. one of whom was u brother Of
the Dean of Canterbury. never had
any money then. Somebody asked my
sister Mt that time how Jack was get
ting along. And I remember that she
sized up the situation with beautiful
accuracy by replying that I was
bounding from the beanery to the
deanery.'
while was still studying art at
the Sdde School my sister came TO
London. She was tremendously sue
cessful over there; used to go around
with Dpchesses and that sort of thing.
She was young, charming. an Amer
lean. and everybody adored her. AS
for me, all the shyness allotted to the
Barrymore family must have been
saved up for me. l was scared blue
at these big parties. II could be dis
covered at all 1t was in the most in
conspicuous corner I could find.
But had O good time at one OF
them. Although shy. ! really liked
human intercourse. So when saw an
elderly man carry an ice to a duchess
and then retire discreetly to a corner
behind piano, took him to be a
butler and I manGuvred in his direc-
tion. Corners being my favorite social
habitat. ] suppose had a fellow feel
ing for him.
Il found him very superior sort Of
person, even for q butler And he
seemed to enjoy my conversation. too.
We had n beautiful time. abandoned
myself to tho Joy Of discourse with
butler. And I certainly ought to be
proud Of my evident success. for dis
covered later that my companion was
no less parsonage than Henry James.
| Wouldn't anybody like to dream that
incident over again? would.
| "But II you want to know what ]
should. like best to dream true" he
went on, "Ill tell you. I'd like to go
back to the days when I was trying
to be an artist here In New York. The
days when hadn't a cent in my
pocket; when didn't know where my
next meal was coming from.
THAT sounds curious. doesn't Il?
II seems strange that man should look
back to the years of his greatest pow
erty as the years when he was hap
piest. Probably most men wouldn't
don't think I'd pine for them myself
II they had been nothing but n scram-
BILE for bread and butter. But, ye
gods! the fun I had doing tho scram-
bling.
"I wasn't much more than boy
then. but somehow I got in with a
bunch Of older men; brilliant fellows
who were as clever as they were hard
up. Most Of them were newspaper
men. don't know why they let kid
like me play around with them, but I
took to their way Of lifo like a duck
to water.
"That water comparison doesn't ex-
actly fit the case; for those were the
kdays of real bohemia in New York.
Broadway was different then. The
whole atmosphere of the town was
different. II wasn't 30 very long ago
either. But you won't find anything
just like II now.
"One Of my particular pals was
Frank Butler. newspaper man
chronically separated from q Job but
as brilliant as they made 'em. Butler
had a gold tooth which was q never
failing resource in times Of financial
difficulty.
TT was right IN the middle Of the
front Of his fac~ You couldn't miss