Sidney Tate

July 4, 1917 - The Caldwell Farm, Fort Penn, Pa:

At the crouching sound of the wheels on the gravel, the double screen-door was opened and a man and a woman waited for the Governor and his lady.

   The man was almost completely bald, darkly tanned and with large, strong teeth. He was slender, sparsely built, and he appeared to be shorter than he was. He was wearing a Norfolk jacket, white flannels, white buckskins (now grass-stained), a soft white shirt with a gold safety-pin in the collar and a striped necktie. A white linen handkerchief was tucked in the panel of his jacket, and as the car came to a stop he knocked his pipe empty and from habit rubbed the warm bowl on the side of his nose before dropping the pipe in his pocket. He was forty, a friendly, unsuspicious man, accustomed to being liked. He had a long history of regular meals, none ever missed except by choice, and of good digestion and fifteen thousand baths.

From A Rage to Live (1949).

Posted by Robert Saliba