Bisbee daily review., 1919-12-26

ing on the porch.
 Poets and Princes
 White House, Nov 6, 1905.
 DEAR KERMIT:
 Just line for l really have noth- ins to say this week. have caught up with my work One day we had rather forlorn little poet and his nice little wife in at lunch. They made me feel quite badly by being so grateful at my having mentioned him in what I fear was very patronizing and, indeed, almost supercilious way. as having written an occasional good poem. l am much struck by Robin sons two poems which you sent mother. What queer, mystical ere ature he isl l did not understand one of them-about the gardens-and do not know that like either of them quite as much as some of those, in If'The Children of the Night" But he certainly has got tine real spirit of poetry in him. Whether he can make it come out 1 am not quite sure.
 Prince Louis of Battenberg has been here and 1 have been very much pleased with him. He is a really good admiral, and in addition he is we'll read man and cultivated man, and it was charming to talk with him. We had him and his nephew, Prince Alex ander midshipman, to lunch alone | with us, and we really enjoyed having i them. At the state dinner he sat be- tween me and Bonaparte, and I could not help smiling to myself in thinking ! that here was this British admiral 1 seated beside the American secretary of the navy being the grandnephew 1 ofsNapoleon and the grandson of Je- rome, king of Westphalia; while the British admiral was the grandson of a Hessian general who was the sub | ject of King Jerome and served un- | der Napoleon, and then, by no means creditably, deserted him in the middle 1 of the battle of Leipsic,
 I am off to vote tonight.
 Novels and Games
 1 White House, Nov. 19, 1905. 1 I sympathize with every word you say in your letter, about Nicholas I Normally, I only care for a novel if the ending is good and quite agree 1 with you that if the hero has to die he
 ought to die worthily and nobly, so i that our sorrow at the tragedy shall i be tempered with the joy and pride i one always feels when man does his 1 duty well and bravely. There is quite [ oDOnob cor,.Ou- and cI1oD1a and crffar- i ing and baseness in real life, and there is no need for meeting it un- necessarily in fiction. As police com ! missioner it was nay duty to deal with all kinds of squalid misery and hide
 ous and unspeakable infamy, and should have been worse than cow ard if 1. had shrunk from doing what
 was necessary; but there would have
 been no use whatever in my reading novels detailing all this misery and squallor and crime, or at least in read
 ing them as steady thing. Now and
 then there is a powerful but sad story which really is interesting and which
 really does good but normally the
 books which do good and the books
 which healthy people find interesting
 are. those which are not in the least Of the sugar-candy variety, but which,
 while portraying foulness and suffer f ing when they must be portrayed. yet i have q joyous as we'll as a noble side. We have had very mild and open
 fall l have played tennis a good deal, ' the French ambassador being now
 quite a steady playmate, as he and l play about alike; and l have ridden
 with mother great deal Last Mon ! day when. mother had gone to New York I had Selous, the great African
 hunter. to spend the day and night.
 He is a perfect dear; just as simple
 and natural as can be and very inter esting. I took him, with Bob Bacon,
 Clifford Pinchot, Ambassador Meyer and Jim Garfield, for good scramble