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Identifier: recollectionsoff00taft (find matches)
Title: Recollections of full years
Year: 1914 (1910s)
Authors: Taft, Helen Herron, 1861-1943
Subjects: White House (Washington, D.C.) Philippines -- Description and travel Washington (D.C.) -- Social life and customs
Publisher: New York, Dodd, Mead & Company
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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ialexplanation. This, of course, made anything like system-atic reception out of the question and the result was that theluncheon really ran into and became a part of the tea formy husbands classmates of Yale, which was scheduled forfive oclock. There was some confusion, but much good-will and frank enjoyment and the fact that the Presidentwas not there to receive his classmates caused nothing morethan a few repetitions of, by that time, familiar commentson the elements. Mr. Taft was reviewing the Inaugural Parade and thelast of it did not pass the reviewing stand until after night-fall. He came in, however, in time to exchange greetingswith old-time, enthusiastic friends, the members of the Yaleclass of 78, and to hold them longer than they had intendedto remain. When the last of them had wished us God-speed and said good-bye, we stood, the five of us,—my hus-band, my three children and I,—alone in the big state din-ing-room, and tried to realise that, for the first time, the 334
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Harris & (Swing. THE PRIVATE DINING-ROOM OF THE WHITE HOUSE, AND THE FAMILY SITTING-ROOM AT THE END OF THE LONG UPSTAIRS CORRIDOR RECOLLECTIONS OF FULL YEARS White House was really our Home. The great walnut-panelled room, with its silvered chandeliers and big mooseheads, seemed very empty with only the Taft family in it,after all the clatter and chatter that had been soundingthere all day. We gazed at each other for a moment, withslightly lost expressions on our faces, and then nature as-serted herself in the new President. Lets go up stairs, my dears, and sit down! said he. Poor man, he had not experienced the blissful sensationof sitting down since early that morning; so we proceededout to the elevator, which Charlie, true to his boy nature,had, of course, already learned to operate. For once, I amglad to say, it did not stick between floors. This was ahabit to which it became addicted in later davs, a habit itwas sure to indulge on occasions when the President prou^^fcused it

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