ANECDOTE OF THE DUKE OF STRATHYTHAN
Lady Ranelagh writes:
“The Duke of Strathythan (I am writing of course of the
seventeenth Duke, not of his present Grace) was, as
everybody knows, famous for his hospitality. It was not
perhaps generally known that the Duke was as witty as he
was hospitable. I recall a most amusing incident that
happened the last time but two that I was staying at
Strathythan Towers. As we sat down to lunch (we were a
very small and intimate party, there being only forty-three
of us) the Duke, who was at the head of the table, looked
up from the roast of beef that he was carving, and running
his eye about the guests was heard to murmur, ‘I’m afraid
there isn’t enough beef to go round.’
“There was nothing to do, of course, but to roar with
laughter and the incident passed off with perfect savoir
faire.”
Here is another story which I think has not had all the publicity that it ought to. I found it in the book “Shot, Shell and Shrapnell or Sixty Years as a War Correspondent,” recently written by Mr. Maxim Catling whose exploits are familiar to all readers.