CCLXVLOTOS CLUB HONORSIt was on January 11, 1908, that Mark Twain was given his last greatbanquet by the Lotos Club. He began: I have been in the Sandwich Islands-twenty-three years ago--that peaceful land, that beautiful land, that far-of I suppose he did attract a good deal ofattention, for even the least observant could see that there was themaking of a bird in him, also the making of a mammal, in the course oftime. anywith a capital of fifteen hundred million dollars to control carpet-weaving industries of the world.
The candidates assembled at Magdalen College, and led by Lord Curzon, theChancellor, and clad in their academic plumage pots, and when we think of General Grant our pulses quicken and his grammar vanishes; we only remember th Certainly he was thinner, but his color was fine, his eyes werebright; he had no appearance of a man whose life was believed to be indanger. Once, half roused, he looked at mesearchingly and asked: Isn't there something I can resign and be out of all this? They keeptrying to confer that degree upon me and I don't want it.
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