I was too poor a student and too diffident an individual to make friends with Kittredge early. In fact when 'I' started my little Ph.D. dinners I was too soared of him to include him among the Faculty guests.

But in a few years I got over that stupidity, and always thereafter he was the chief and most entertaining personage. As a table companion he could not beat. To hear him sing the balled of the Three Ravons climaxed the evening.

Kindneas rather then severity was his falling. He simply could not resist ability in a student, and there was nothing he would not and did not do for the possessor of it--by the expenditure of time or money, admiration or cigars.

It was miraculous that mind and physique could stand the drain thus made upon them. The Yankee virtue of over-conscientiousness was perhaps another falling: all his duties and responsibilities, even of they were only little ones, like serving on a minor committee, were discharged with the utmost faithfulness.