ON 9 January in New York I heard for the first time Eleanora Duse, in D'Annunzio Francesca. In order to make money, the play was given in the Metropolitan Opera House, unsuitable for spoken drama. I was bored. And indeed I was never fortunate in hearing the great Duse. During her last journey in America, I heard her in Ibsen Ghosts, and she must have been ill, for she was uninspired.
On 16 January I heard Edward H. Sothern give a commendable performance of Hamletand after the play, John Corbin and I had a pleasant supper with him at the rooms of Miss Purdy. We talked till four o'clock, and Mr. Sothern was very agreeable. Next day we lunched with him at his New York house; he showed us a MS. play by Percy Mackaye, of which he spoke with enthusiasm. I have never met a famous actor more modest and more unaffected than Mr. Sothern. He seemed, however, to be impressed by a book called It was Marlowe, which tried to prove that Marlowe wrote Shakespeare's plays. He begged me to read it, so I took it and read it and found it worthless.
On 5 February about ten members of the Yale Faculty went to Bridgeport as guests of Professor Sam Sanford-- an elaborate dinner. When the champagne came on in swaddling clothes and before it had been served, Professor Sanford, addressing President Arthur Hadley, said 'I'll bet you can't tell what brand of champagne this is.' To which the university President replied, 'I will tell you not only the brand but the year.' When the wine reached him,