Theodore Roosevelt: Hero to His Valet

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John Day, 1927 - Presidents - 162 pages
 

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Page 134 - Master of human destinies am I Fame, love and fortune, on my footsteps wait. Cities and fields I walk, I penetrate Deserts and seas remote — and passing by Hovel and mart and palace, soon or late, I knock unbidden once at every gate — If sleeping, wake, if feasting, rise, before I turn away. It is the hour of fate And they who follow me, reach every state Mortals desire, and conquer every foe Save death : but those who doubt or hesitate Condemned to failure, penury and wo, Seek me in vain and...
Page 134 - MASTER of human destinies am I! Fame, love, and fortune on my footsteps wait. Cities and fields I walk; I penetrate Deserts and seas remote, and passing by Hovel and mart and palace— soon or late I knock unbidden once at every gate! If sleeping, wake — if feasting, rise before I turn away. It is the hour of fate, And they who follow me reach every state Mortals desire, and conquer every foe Save death; but those who doubt or hesitate, Condemned to failure, penury, and woe, Seek me in vain and...
Page 77 - ... put us in bad' with the new President. The old cordiality and friendliness which had always marked his dealings with us, in the days when he was Secretary of War and a candidate for the nomination, was wholly gone, and there was in its place a reserve that almost amounted to coldness.
Page 141 - I went outside and found a western delegate who had been a Rough Rider and was an old friend of Mr. Roosevelt's demanding admittance and threatening to shoot his way in. The detectives saw he was half filled with liquor and were trying vainly to pacify him.
Page 41 - Mr. Root is known to the world as a great lawyer and is generally regarded as a man of austere manner and cold, unemotional character. And yet some of us in the White House used to call him "Cry Baby.
Page 157 - About four o'clock in the morning I was startled by his irregular breathing. Very quickly it became so uncertain that I got up and went to his side and softly placed my hand on his head. He was sleeping, apparently, save for the weakened breathing, as peacefully as when he had first dropped off.
Page 77 - ... cordiality and friendliness which had always marked his dealings with us, in the days when he was Secretary of War and a candidate for the nomination, was wholly gone, and there was in its place a reserve that almost amounted to coldness. There was not one of those correspondents who had not done Mr. Taft substantial favors repeatedly, but there was nothing in his bearing that afternoon which would indicate the slightest realization of that fact on his part.
Page 160 - But to me, who had been used to watch his every movement for years and who knew him so well, it was plain that he was a changed man. He kept his peace, but he was eating his heart out.
Page 156 - I entered his room at eight o'clock I could see plainly enough the look of great weariness in his face. He did not talk much and a little later said: "James, don't you think I might go to bed now?
Page 157 - It was about 4:15. In a few moments Mrs. Roosevelt came in. She was calm and went to her husband's side. She leaned over him and called — "Theodore darling!

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