Dunfermline were white with frost, as if adorned with white heather for his return.
When we played our last game of golf together out by the Dornoch Firth, in the first days of the War, in August 1914--a game which he must have divined was to be the last--he gave me his putter with this inscription in his own hand: "A very close game; couldn't have been closer so equally and badly we play."
If we could but play the game of life as manfully, as cheerfully, as eagerly, as fearlessly, as hopefully, and with as kindly a heart as he, we might well be proud of our score, though he as a Scot would go no farther than to admit that "it micht ha' bin waur" (it might have been worse). But in our American hearts we are saying that it "could not have been better."
I SEE that the program has me down as "Master of Cere monies." That is rather a misnomer for me, as I have no talent for ceremonials. I consider myself simply as one of the many who have gathered together here tonight to celebrate the Centenary of the birth of a great American, born in Scotland., who has contributed so much to the cultural____________________
Delivered at the Andrew Carnegie Centenary Concert at Carnegie Hall on the evening of November 25, by Mr. Damrosch as Master of Ceremonies.