His boyhood ambition was to be an African explorer in a pith helmet, with plenty of room on the chest ribbon for medals that would be bestowed upon him by the beauteous Crown Princess of Luxembourg. He was educated at Cornell University and the University of Bologna, in Italy. He is a man of middle height, straight, slim, dark, with eyes like the middle of August, black hair which he brushes back _à la française_, and a rather sullen mouth. He smokes from the moment his man turns off the matutinal showerbath until his man turns it on again at bedtime. He rarely eats meat. He lives in a bachelor apartment, nearly one-third of which is occupied by an ice-box containing refreshing beverages. On the walls of his apartment are the pictures of numerous toothsome creatures. He is at the present time occupied in writing a book describing his sentimental adventures among them. He has published the following books: “Europe After 8:15,” in collaboration with Mencken and Mr. Willard Huntington Wright; “Another Book on the Theater,” “Bottoms Up,” and “Mr. George Jean Nathan Presents.” He has written for almost every magazine in America, except _Good Housekeeping_ and _The Nation_. He dresses like the late Ward McAllister and wears daily a boutonnière of blue corn flowers. He dislikes women over twenty-one, actors, cold weather, mayonnaise dressing, people who are always happy, hard chairs, invitations to dinner, invitations to serve on committees in however worthy a cause, railroad trips, public restaurants, rye whisky, chicken, daylight, men who do not wear waistcoats, the sight of a woman eating, the sound of a woman singing, small napkins, Maeterlinck, Verhaeren, Tagore, Dickens, Bataille, fried oysters, German soubrettes, French John Masons, American John Masons, tradesmen, poets, married women who think of leaving their husbands, professional anarchists of all kinds, ventilation, professional music lovers, men who tell how much money they have made, men who affect sudden friendships and call him Georgie, women who affect sudden friendships and then call him Mr. Nathan, writing letters, receiving letters, talking over the telephone, and wearing a hat. In religion he is a complete agnostic, and views all clergymen with a sardonic eye. He does not believe that the soul is immortal. What will happen after death he doesn’t know and has never inquired. He is subject to neuralgia. He is a hypochondriac and likes to rehearse his symptoms. Nevertheless, a thorough physical examination has shown that he is quite sound. His Wassermann reaction is, and always has been, negative. He is eugenically fit. He never reads the political news in the papers. He belongs to a college fraternity and several university societies.