17. AFTER THE ARMISTICE 336 18. GAMBLING WITH SECURITY 359 19. LOOKING OVER THE COUNTRY 385 20. NOTHING NEW UNDER THE SUN 398 INDEX 409 ILLUSTRATIONS AT SEVENTY _Frontispiece_ PAGE EARLIEST PORTRAIT 2 OFFICE STAFF OF _THE CHAUTAUQUAN_, 1888 76 AT _McCLURE’S_, 1898 156 AT THE _AMERICAN_, 1907 258 IN A CONNECTICUT GARDEN, 1914 266 AT RED CROSS HEADQUARTERS, PARIS, 1919 338 POSING AS A GARDENER, 1925 360 ALL IN THE DAY’S WORK 1 MY START IN LIFE If it had not been for the Panic of 1857 and the long depression which followed it I should have been born in Taylor County, Iowa. That was what my father and mother had planned. In fact, however, I was born in a log house in Erie County, Pennsylvania, on November 5, 1857. It was the home of my pioneering maternal grandfather Walter Raleigh McCullough. No home in which I have ever lived has left me with pleasanter memories of itself. It was a Cape Cod house, a story and a half high, built of matched hewn logs, its floors of narrow fitted oak planks, its walls ceiled, its “upstairs” finished, a big fireplace in its living room. There were spreading frame outbuildings to accommodate the multiple activities of a farm which was in my time a going concern. I remember best the big cool milk room with its dozens of filled pans on the racks, its huge wooden bowl heaped with yellow butter on its way to the firkin, its baskets piled with eggs, its plump dressed poultry ready for market. Like all young married people of pioneer ancestry and experience having their way to make, my parents wanted land. Land of their own, combined with what my father could earn at his profession as a teacher and his trade as a joiner, meant future security. It was the proved way of the early American.