Home Again—for a Minute
There wasn't a brass band on hand to greet world-traveler Will when he got home to Oologah in the second week of April 1904. But Clem, pleased to see his boy, wasn't about to neglect the event. The main dining room of Claremore's best hotel was now the site of a big family dinner, with everybody on hand—all the sisters, cousins, relatives, and friends that Clem could assemble at quick notice. The only conspicuous absentee was Betty Blake. But, after all, Will hadn't scribbled a sentence to her since he had been away.
Questions came thick and fast to Will: What was it like "over there?" What places did he like the most and the least? Had he learned any foreign words? What did the men and women wear? How long was he going to stay in Claremore? Had he roped any zebras or kangaroos? As always, Will was accommodating and cheerful. He did explain how homesick he had been while traveling, but he also suggested that he had gotten a taste of the outside world—and a generous swallow of show business. Spi Trent, who had once engaged in so much mischief with Will, said that "he's gotten a kind of