Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-09-28
COOLIDGE WOULD LIKE
TO TRAVEL, BUT CAN'T
Everywhere He Goes Receptions Tax
Strength-Some High Lights
on His Life.

Coolidge is everything to him; and she
must have very deep respect and adj
niration for him. / have spent many
an evening there with them, just simply
sitting and enjoying it, too, and they
have no extended conversations on any
subject, just quiet word or a phrase
now and then. Often he chuckles at
something she has said
he smokes about half a dozen cigaIs
oay--not the stoRieS he used to smoke
when he first went To Washington-hut
long, TAT cigar, and moderately stronk
He uses always the same kind of q
cigar holder, made of paper with a Quill
mouthpiece. He buys them by the box
and uses one holder for two cigars, then
throws 1t away. He says 1t gives him
cool smoke.
Retire by 10 O'Clock.
They sit together on the porch un-
III after o'clock, and they usually re-
tire by 10 o'clock. Nearly every evening
IS like that. They have very little social
lie and their intimate friends are few.
he seldom appears in public. He gets
many requests to address all sorts of
gatherings, but he considers himself
wholly out of public life and he accepts
none of these invitations
Does he take no exercise or recrea-
tlon; does he ever go to a picture show.
Tor example, or stroll in the street. or
play golf?" I asked.
He does none of those things. The
only exercise he gets Is in his walks
and rompS with the dogs on his own
grounds, and that and his quiet eve
nings on the porch with Mrs. Coolidge
are about the only recreation he has.
the one ana only deep sentiment OF
ms nature. outside of his love for MRS.
Coolidge and his son and his wife, e
his love for the old faw - ~ - ~. -
up In Plymouth Notch, VT. He drives
there quite often, and the moment he
arrives ne goes directly to the grave
YARD where his father and mother and
other dear ones sleep. He loves the
memory Of his father and mother A.
deeply that one might almost call him
an ancestor worshiper.
Attends New York Meetings.
THE only other journey he ever takes
Is once month when he goes to New
York to attend the directors meeting
OF life insurance company. He a
vary conscientious about attendine
those meetings; he feels that To be 4
director OF q great insurance company
carries with 1t a deep responsibility. he
thinks that in life insurance lies 4
naSlc national economic principle for
t ene protection OF the family and for
TOLD me that he had found that no 600.
quo persons in this country are insured.
ne drops everything else to attend that
meetlng, goes down one day. STAYS ali
night, attends the meeting, has lunch-
con and comes back that nieht He
gets nothing for it except the small
zee handed to each director for attends
ance. a So gold piece, think it isb'
now mucn Is Mr.. Coolidge WORTH"
i don't know. No one knows. No
one ever win know" was the answer
|. went down to a car across the
street from Mr.. Coolidge's ofhce and
was sitting there, ready to drive Oft,
Wnen ne came down the elevator and
OUT the door and stood there looking
up the street, waiting for his chauffelir
ana his car to take him home 10
luncheon. He wore gray suit
that was neatly pressed and fitted
nun We'll The day was warm and he
aared upon his shirt front and
leather belt was about his waist. on
ms head was a straw hat with stiff
nrim. Under his arm he clasped a
brief case of russell leather.
Coolidge . Lonely Man.
AS he stood there. looking down the
street, several persons passed and,
scanning to recognize him, glanced at
him but did not speak or even nod,
and he paid no attention to them, but
stood, solitary, his thin lips pinched
closely together, giving his face an ex-
preston of deep and thoughtful seri-
business. As watched him / thought
OF what his secretary had said OF him
9 moment before, that he was old
fashioned in his ideals and morals and
trends of thought, and. therefore, IN
this modern world of jazz and license
he Is Q lonely man.
In few minutes his car came and
stopped at the curb for him. He
opened the door himself got In, sat
down, and with him alone in the back
seat gazing straight ahead, the car
drove up the street and disappeared
around the corner.