He opened his note book, which was about the size of the White River Reservation, and proceeded to get acquainted. I thought at first that he had come from Chicago to interview me about the Presidential convention, and get my views. This was not the case, however.
I think he is going to write my biography and sell it at $2.00 each.
I gave him all the information I could, and telegraphed to my old Sabbath School Superintendent at home for more.
Among other little evidences of his morbid curiosity, I will give the following:
When were you born, and looking calmly back at this important epoch in your life, do you regret that you took the step?
If yes, state to what extent and under what circumstances?
Do you remember George Washington, and if so to what amount?
What is your fighting weight?
Who struck Billy Patterson?
Did you ever have membranous croup, and what did you do for it?