He has never been to Washington, nor to California, nor to Boston. He has never made a speech, nor delivered a lecture, nor sat on a committee. He has never subscribed to a charity fund. He wears a No. 14½ collar and No. 7¼ hat. His favorite soup is _Crême de Sante_. The only author he ever invites to his office is Harry Kemp. He detests Kemp’s poetry. The temperature of his daily bath is 67 degrees. A practitioner of preciosity in style, he nevertheless dictates business and social letters in a “would say” manner, and has his secretary sign them. In 1900 he fought a duel with pistols outside of Florence, Italy, and was wounded in the left shoulder. He is still a trifle lame from the wound. Returning to America in 1912 on the _Philadelphia_, during a rough passage he was the only passenger on the ship to appear in the dining saloon for four successive days. With three of the stewards, he passed the time by improvising a bowling alley in the saloon, utilizing mutton chops for the pins and oranges for the balls. The latter were automatically returned to the bowlers by the ship’s periodical pitch backward. He has had the same barber for fourteen years. Curiously enough, the barber’s name is George J. Nath. His valet’s name is Osuka F. Takami. The latter has a penchant for polishing Nathan’s patent leather boots with the sofa pillows. He has seen only one vaudeville show in the last eight years. He believes that Herma Prach is the prettiest girl on the Viennese stage and Gladys Gaynor the prettiest on the London stage. He has never seen a pretty girl on either the Berlin or Paris stage. His headquarters in London is the Savoy; in Berlin, the Adlon; in Vienna, the Grand; in Paris, the Astra. He has never eaten a pickled eel, calf’s brains, chicken livers, or tongue. He has never been in a Childs’ restaurant or in Rector’s. He is of a nervous temperament and the slightest sound during the night wakes him up. He looks seven years younger than he is. He has been shot at three times in America, but never hit. He likes chop suey, spaghetti, French pastry, horseradish sauce, Welsh rarebits, oysters _à la Dumas_, raw tomatoes, stuffed baked potatoes, green peppers, broiled lobster, halibut, mushrooms cooked with caraway seeds, and chipped beef. His favorite American city is Philadelphia. His favorite French, Barbizon. His favorite German, Munich. His favorite English, Leeds. He covered murder trials in various parts of the country for the New York _Herald_ during the years of his preparation for dramatic criticism. He wears tan pongee silk shirts in summer. The New Yorkers he admires most are W. R. Hearst, Arthur Hopkins, and M. Alevy, the eminent _maître d’hôtel_ of the Café des Beaux Arts. He is the only American dramatic critic who has never succumbed to the Augustus Thomas, Granville Barker or Belasco rumble-bumble.