The New York herald., 1922-11-20
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He drank glass of water and was
ready for whatever the day might bring
forth.
"TIe is" said Mrs Gibson "a darling
old man and it Is very easy to cook for
him"
Reads Many TeIegrams.
The darling old man read kilograms
until 10 O'Clock. when Gen. Pershing
called with his aid. Major Quaqemeyer.
bringing the wreath. They chatted
twenty minutes At IL o'clock Clemen-
ceau and the party bound for Long
Island left the Gibson home.
Early in the morning Clemenceau had
learned that ii. ii. Kohlsaat, formerly
editor of the Chicago Record-Herdld,
was i'll at the Hotel Biltmore. Mr.. Kohl
saat had said to Col. House: "Clemen-
ceau is the one man l would cross the
ocean to see" "So?" said Clemenceau
when he heard of this. Il will go to
see him." And he insisted on doing 1t
right away. He went to Mr.. Kohlsaats s
room in the hotel with Col House and
Col. stephen Bonsal and found him in
bed.
Monsieur Clemenceau," said the
American, II hope L may be able to go
to France and see you there"
my dear friend Kohlsaat.' said
the Frenchman, II promise you l shal.
not die until you come"
"Old Tiger" called out Kohlsaat as
the visitor was leaving after their talk,
II think l will be well in a week"
Automobile for Clemencenu.
Mrs Otto II. Kahn has placed her
automobile at the disposal of Clemen-
ceau. He rode in it with Col. House and
! the secretary, trim young man IN a
black cutaway named lie Fevre In the
next car were Mr.. and Mrs. Gibson ana
Mrs. House. A carload of reporters foi-
! lowed.
Now when he is at home Clemenceau
has an automobile with a speedometer
| on the back of the front seat as well as
/ on the instrument board. He sits and
| watches the second speedometer and II
the needle shows more than seventeen
! miles an hour he discharges the chau1-
! feur. Yesterday two motorcycle police
men from Brooklyn, Christopher Morgan
and Harry p. Shelly, familiar with Long
Island roads, blazed the way for the III
| tie procession.
These competent daredevils have set
! the mace for other noted pilgrims to
| oyster Bay, and their orders have usu-
! ally been speed. Why should not Glenn
| enceau wish to experience this American
! speed? While one of the bike cops
! thudded ahead the other now and then
dropped back beside the automobiles and
motioned to their chauffeurs to go faster.
So. as the parade, after crossing the
Greensboro Bridge and through Long
j Island City and Flushing, roared through
Bayside. Little Neck, Roslyn, along the
North Hampstead turnpike to Wheatley
Hills, it was scudding along nifty miles
an hour, and once touched sixty.
Ciemenceau's secretary and Col. House
looked anxiously at Clemenceau, the
chauffeur and the blur of Sunday trav-
cling cars they were passing on the road.
But Clemenceau hung on to his hat and
grinned. So apparently the motor police
had figured him properly after all when
they decided to let him test the custom
of the country.
Thus tney turned from the Turnpike
and flying past an astonished gate
keeper whirled up long driveway to
the country home o, Otto ii. kahn,
which Is in Woodbury., overlooking Cold
Spring Harbor. Mr. Kahn, who had
been playing golf on his own course,
was at the door to receive his luncheon
guests Clemenceau walked about and
saw much of the place before the meal.
The members of the family present
were Mr.. and Mrs. Kahn and three
children, Gilbert. Roger and Margaret.
Other guests In addition to the Glenn
enceau party, were Beatrice and Mar
garet Byrne of 27O Park avenue. New
York
The luncheon. prepared Dy Mr..
Kahn's chef, consisted of an omelet,
mixed grill, chicken>in aspic, potatoes,
ice cream and cakes. The wine was
Chablis. Clemenceau partook sparingly,
The visitors left the Kahn home at
about 2 o'clock and were soon in oyster
Bay The pace on the way back to
New York was much more moderate.
what do yoL want for supper?
Charles Dana Gibson asked when they
we're back in East Seventy-thir1 street
Asks for Sparrow Wings.