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Show f - 1 - 1 '' t : ... .,, . a . , I Humorists Pay a Visit T"; I To John D. Rockefeller. I Vmmewwtmmmtmsmmmfmmmmmmm : So much has been said concerning the recent visit of the American Press Humorists, Hu-morists, to the home of John D. Rockefeller, Rocke-feller, during the convention of the hu-mprltta hu-mprltta In Cleveland that the following follow-ing from the pen of Strickland W. G1UU lan, humorist, formerly with the Baltimore Balti-more American, Is of especial interest. Mr. CilUlan aays: ... Out at the Rockefeller grounds we stopped and waited for the trailing bubbles bub-bles to eatch up. Then we were admitted. admit-ted. Through winding grounds we went, accompanied by "Edward," the superintendent super-intendent of Forest Hill the Rockefeller Rockefel-ler country seat labyrinthine lanes led everywhere through the beautiful grounds;, and we enjoyed them to the fulL Then we drove up to the golf links, where two stocky ; looking men were busy with putters, etc. As .our machine ma-chine drew near they abandoned their game and came toward us. The shorter of the two men, wearing a gray cap and gray Norfolk suit came forward with extended hand. He was slightly Ftooped, and his face had a peering look, with its sharp features and kindly, fox-like eyes. . His old-time acquaintance with the Mayor was cordially renewed, and then he shook hands with the men of the party who had gone forward to meet him. Shakes Bands With Ladies. "May I not shake hands with the la- MsVHBBBBBsWsHBflHraVHBIMHMssMHsVlSBBBBBBHHHBW Is how wa all feel about It:' The John P. Rockefeller who gave us a glimpse of his home and the things that He near his heart waa our host. "We owe him that courtesy due a host, and ws accept his hospitality In the spirit in which we have no courteus reason to doubt It was given. Qood Bide of Watur. " ' While our jests about the man's prominent and unique personality may continue as long as the man lives, yet our memory of the man himself as tie revealed the good aide of his nature to us Is necessarily a pleasant one, and we think of bjua ts a kindly-faced eld gentleman, all courtesy and hospitality. He extended to Mayor Johnson a card admitting that functionary at any time to Forest Hill. He was photographed with us. He told us he was glad we came. He wore the buckeye badge that was at once the Cleveland souvenir and bore the insignia of our organisation.' He was a good fellow. And when the next day at our -business meeting we adopted a resolution of appreciation for his courtesy, we told him gravely that If It were not for the persistent rumor that be had money, which was a bar to membership in our order, we would try to make him an honorary member of our band. It was an epoch-making event and worthy a special story full of the details of it. I'm going to write it some day soon. dies?" asked John D. anxiously (for it was he indeed.) The other man was Dr. Hamilton S. Biggar, a prince of good fellows. From that on it was one big, Jolly visit with the richest man ever. He has a vein of humor that was' sclntillant for that day at least. Leading ua hither and thither, endowing us occasionally with favors for the ladies in the way of snowdrops (not snowballs, aa erro- neously stated by the Associated Press such grave errors are ruining American Ameri-can Journalism.) -The favors he cut off from his bushes with his own penknife and handed about. Two or three of th ladies had the snowy clusters directly di-rectly from John D.'s own hand. Ida M. Hot Present. Several of us thought, though none of us expressed the thought aloud, that if Ida M. Tarbell were there, he would find something colder than snowdrops to hand her. He told us how many bushels bush-els of angleworms he had dug from a 1 spot of ground in his links regardless ' of the common belief that only chickens chick-ens measure worms by pecks. He showed his 420-year-old white oak tree. He showed us his other trees. He played ring-around-a-rosy with us in measuring measur-ing bis biggest tree a monster yellow poplar or tulip tree eighteen feet in circumference. " He quoted Artemus Ward, and this Is how he did It: Rockefeller Springs Joke. Riding along through the grounds. In the Mayor's auto, he turned to us In the back seat (I mean the tonneau gracious, how I am forgetting my buzz-wagon buzz-wagon vocabulary!) and drolly said: "ThU morning I feel like Artemus Ward 'I have a gigantic intellect; I have It with ine.' " John D. loves his trees, love the children chil-dren on his place and salutes them cheerily and familiarly; he is enthusiastic enthusi-astic and athletic, weighing just now about 200 pounds, and having the activity ac-tivity of a cat. He will live to dance hornpipes on the sod over Tarbell, Law-son Law-son ft Co., according to his present appearance. ap-pearance. He endowed us with about $400,000 worth of his time, but with nothing more negotiable. However, this |