He wears pongee pajamas. His one-act play, “The Eternal Mystery,” which was suppressed in New York and Detroit, created more discussion than any one-act play produced in America in the last dozen years. He is kind to dogs, babies, and negroes. He has never given a street beggar a cent. Among his closest friends in Europe are Ballington Booth, Jack Johnson, and M. Philippe Cartier, in charge of the malt department on the Orient Express. His most ingenious piece of dramatic criticism was his criticism of the writings of Augustus Thomas, in which he proved that Thomas’ plays would be better if they were played backward. His hair grows so quickly that he has to get a hair-cut every ten days. His father’s first name was Charles; his middle name, Narét. He likes hot weather, the hotter the better. He believes the island of Bermuda to be the most beautiful spot on earth. He would like to live there—if he couldn’t live in Munich. He once wrote an article on The Department of the Interior for _Munsey’s Magazine_. He gave the proceeds, by way of atonement, to the First Baptist Church of Asbury Park. He knew Evelyn Nesbit when she was a baby. He believes that twelve per cent of all reformers and uplifters are asses, and that the rest are thieves. He wears low, Byronic collars and rather gaudy neckties. In philosophy he is a skeptical idealist, believing that the truth is an illusion and that man is a botch. He has read the works of Kant, Fichte, and Locke, but can’t remember what was in them. He regards Schopenhauer, on the woman question, as a sentimentalist whistling in the dark. His knowledge of economics is extensive, and he once wrote a pamphlet against David Ricardo. It has been translated into French, German, and Bohemian. He has never written any poetry in English, but published a slim volume of Petrarchan sonnets in Italian during his student days in Bologna. The only copy of this book known to exist is in the library of Balliol College, Oxford. The author’s own copy was lost in the burning of the Hôtel de France at Lausanne, in the winter of 1903. He is an excellent Latinist and has translated Albius Tibullus. His favorite opera is Gluck’s “Iphigénie in Tauris.” He once traveled from Nice to Dresden to hear it. His chief abomination in the opera house is “The Jewels of the Madonna.” While on the staff of the New York _Herald_, James Gordon Bennett offered him the post of London correspondent. The emolument proposed, however, made Nathan laugh. He owns three top hats, fourteen walking sticks, and two Russian wolf-hounds. He writes with a Mikado No. 1 lead-pencil. He is on good terms with but two members of his family. He reads, on the average, one hundred and fifty foreign plays every year. He has read every book on the drama published in America, England, France, and Germany since 1899.