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Autobiographical Dictation, 23 January 1907 ❉ Textual Commentary

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TS1 ribbon (incomplete)      Typescript, leaves numbered 1667–75 (1676–87 are missing), made from Hobby’s notes and revised: ‘Wednesday . . . have penetrated.’ (380 title–383.15).
TS1 carbon      Typescript carbon, leaves numbered 1667–87, revised.
NAR 20pf (lost)      Galley proofs of NAR 20, typeset from the revised TS1 ribbon and further revised (conjecturally); now lost.
NAR 20      North American Review 185 (5 July 1907), 471–74: ‘Wednesday . . . 1907’ (380 title); ‘The proverb . . . have penetrated.’ (380.27–383.15).
NAR 24pf      Galley proofs of NAR 24, typeset from the missing portion of the revised TS1 ribbon and further revised (the same extent as NAR 24), ViU.
NAR 24      North American Review 186 (November 1907), 331–36: ‘The last . . . in existence.’ (383.20–387.4).

This dictation consists of two parts: the first bears the dateline of 23 January, and the second has a summary paragraph (at 383.16–19) but no dateline. They were probably created on different days; according to notes typed by Hobby, each part took 2.5 hours to dictate, a typical time for one morning’s work. Clemens revised TS1 carbon and then transferred those corrections to TS1 ribbon, which he then further revised to create printer’s copy for two NAR installments. He paired the first part of the dictation with a 1904 Florentine Dictation, “Notes on ‘Innocents Abroad,’ ” to make NAR 20. Some of Clemens’s changes on TS1 ribbon are in pencil, making it difficult in a few instances to distinguish his revisions from marks made by NAR editor David Munro; these variants are identified as ‘SLC/Munro.’ The second part of this dictation was published in NAR 24, where it follows the ADs of 9 October, 16 October, 11 October (partial), and 12 October 1906. The printer’s copy (TS1 ribbon) for this part of the dictation is now lost. Collation shows that Clemens transferred the few revisions he made on TS1 carbon to the lost TS1 ribbon. Many of the other variants between TS1 carbon and NAR 24 are clearly the result of revisions on the missing printer’s copy; readings in NAR 24 that are deemed authorial have been adopted. The proofs for NAR 24 survive, showing one revision by Clemens.

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Wednesday, January 23, 1907textual note

Mr. Clemens’s strange luck in playing his first games of bowling, fifteen-ball pool, and “Quaker.”textual note

The proverb says that Providence protects children and idiots. This is really true. I know it because I have tested it in my own person.textual note It did not protect Georgeexplanatory note through the most of his campaign, but it saved him in his last inning, and the veracity of the proverb stood confirmed.

I have several times been saved by this mysterious interposition, when I was manifestly in extreme peril. It has been common, all my life, for smart people to perceive in me an easy prey for selfish designs, and I have walked without suspicion into the trap set for me, yet have oftentextual note come out unscathed, against all the likelihoods. More than forty years ago, in San Francisco, the office staff adjournedexplanatory note, upon conclusion of its worktextual note at two o’clock in the morning, to a great bowling establishment where there were twelve alleys. I was invited, rather perfunctorily, and as a matter of etiquette—by which I mean that [begin page 381] I was invited politely, but not urgently. But when I diffidently declined, with thanks, and explained that I knew nothing about the game, those lively young fellows became at once eager and anxious and urgent to have my society. This flattered me, for I perceived no trap, and I innocently and gratefully accepted their invitation. I was given an alley all to myself. The boys explained the game to me, and they also explained to me that there would be an hour’s play, and that the player who scored the fewest ten-strikes in the hour would have to provide oysterstextual note and beer for the combination. This disturbed me very seriously, since it promised me bankruptcy, and I was sorry that this detail had been overlooked in the beginning. But my pride would not allow me to back out now, so I stayed in, and did what I could to look satisfied and glad I had come. It is not likely that I looked as contented as I wanted to, but the others looked glad enough to make up for it, for they were quite unable to hide their evil joy. They showed me how to stand, and how to stoop, and how to aim the ball, and how to let fly; and then the game began. The results were astonishing. In my ignorance I delivered the balls in apparently every way except the right one; but no matter—during half an hour I never started a ball down the alley that didn’t score a ten-strike, every time, at the other end. The others lost their grip early, and their joy along with it. Now and then one of them got a ten-strike, but the occurrence was so rare that it made no show alongside of my giant score. The boys surrendered at the end of the half hour, and put on their coats and gathered around metextual note and in courteous, but sufficiently definite, languagetextual note expressed their opinion of an experience-worn and seasoned expert who would stoop to lying and deception in order to rob kind and well-meaning friends who had put their trust in himtextual note under the delusion that he was an honest and honorable person. I was not able to convince them that I had not lied, for now my character was gone, and they refused to attach any value to anything I said. The proprietor of the place stood by for a while saying nothing, then he came to my defencetextual note. He said,

“Ittextual note looks like a mystery, gentlemen, but it isn’t a mystery after it’s explained. That is a grooved textual note alley; you’ve only to start a ball down it any way you please and the groove will do the rest; it will slam the ball against the northeasttextual note curve of the head pin every time, and nothing can save the ten from going down.”textual note

It was true. The boys made the experiment,textual note and they found that there was no art that could send a ball down that alley and fail to score a ten-strike with it. When I had told those boys that I knew nothing about that game I was speaking only the truth,textual note but it was ever thus, all through my life:textual note whenever I have diverged from custom and principle and uttered a truth, the rule has been that the hearer hadn’t strength of mind enough to believe it.

A quarter of a centurytextual note ago I arrived in London to lecture a few weeks under the management of George Dolby, who had conducted the Dickens readings in Americaexplanatory note five or six years before. He took me to the Albemarletextual note and fed me, and in the course of the dinner he enlarged a good deal, and with great satisfaction, upon his reputation as a player of fifteen-ball pool, and when he learnedtextual note by my testimony that I had never seen the game played, and knew nothing of the art of pocketing balls, he enlarged more and [begin page 382] more, and still more, and kept on enlarging, until I recognized that I was either in the presence of the very father of fifteen-ball pool or in the presence of his most immediate descendant. At the end of the dinner Dolby was eager to introduce me to the game and show me what he could do. We adjourned to the billiard roomtextual note and he framed the balls in a flat pyramid and told me to fire at the apex ball and then go on and do what I could toward pocketing the fifteen, after which he would take the cue and show me what a pastmastertextual note of the game could do with those balls. I did as required. I began with the diffidence proper to my ignorant estate, and when I had finished my inning all the balls were in the pockets and Dolby was burying me under a volcanic irruption of acid sarcasms.textual note

So I was a liar,textual note in Dolby’s belief. He thought he had been sold, and at a cheap rate; but he divided his sarcasms quite fairly and quite equally between the two of us. He was full of ironical admiration of his childishness and innocence in letting a wandering and characterless and scandalous American load him up with deceptions of so transparent a character that they ought not to have deceived the housecattextual note. On the other hand, he was remorselessly severe upon me for beguiling him, by studied and discreditable artifice,textual note into bragging and boasting about his poor game in the presence of a professional expert disguisedtextual note in lies and frauds, who could empty more balls in billiard pockets in an hour than he could empty into a basket in a day.

In the matter of fifteen-ball pool I never got Dolby’s confidence wholly back, though I got it in other ways, and kept it until his death. I have played that game a number of times since, but that first time was the only time in my life that I have ever pocketed all the fifteen in a single inning.

My unsuspicious nature has made it necessary for Providence to save me from traps a number of times. Thirty years ago, a couple of Elmira bankers invited me to play the game of “Quaker”textual note with them. I had never heard of the game before, and said that if it required intellect, I should not be able to entertain them. But they said it was merely a game of chance, and required no mentality—so I agreed to make a trial of it. They appointed four in the afternoon for the sacrifice.textual note As the place, they chose a ground-floor room with a large window in it. Then they went treacherously around and advertised the “sell” which they were going to play upon me.

I arrived on time, and we began the game—with a large and eager free-list to superintend it. These superintendents were outside, with their noses pressed against the window-pane. The bankers described the game to me. So far as I recollect, the pattern of it was this: they had a pile of Mexican dollars on the table; twelve of them were of even date, fifty of them were of odd dates. The bankers were to separate a coin from the pile and hide it under a hand, and I must guess “odd” or “even.” If I guessed correctly, the coin would be mine; if incorrectly, I lost a dollar. The first guess I made was “even,” and wastextual note right. I guessed again, “even,” and took the money. They fed me another one and I guessed “even” again, and took the money. I guessed “even”textual note the fourthtextual note time, and took the money. It seemed to me that “even” was a good guess, and I might as well stay by it, which I did. I guessed “even” twelve times, and took the twelve dollars. I was doing as they secretlytextual note desired. Their experience of human nature had convinced them that any [begin page 383] human being as innocent as my face proclaimed me to be, would repeat his first guess if it won, and would go on repeating it if it should continue to win. It was their belief that an innocent would be almost sure at the beginning to guess “even,” and not “odd,” and that if an innocent should guess “even” twelve times in succession and win every time, he would go on guessing “even” to the end—so it was their purpose to let me win those twelve even dates and then advance the odd dates, one by one, until I should lose fifty dollars, and furnish those superintendents something to laugh about for a week to come.

But it did not come out in that way; for by the time I had won the twelfth dollar and last even date, I withdrew from the game because it was so one-sided that it was monotonous, and did not entertain me. There was a burst of laughter from the superintendents at the window when I came out of the place, but I did not know what they were laughing at nor whom they were laughing at, and it was a matter of no interest to me anyway. Through that incident I acquired an enviable reputation for smartness and penetration, but it was not my due, for I had not penetrated anything that the cow could not have penetrated.

Mr. Clemens shows that poor billiard tablestextual note and bowling alleystextual note furnish better amusement, and require more skill than good ones—examples: billiard tabletextual note at Jackass Gulch and bowling alleytextual note at Bateman’s Pointexplanatory note.

The last quarter of a century of my life has been pretty constantly and faithfully devoted to the study of the human race—that is to say, the study of myself, for, in my individual person, I am the entire human race compacted together. I have found that there is no ingredient of the race which I do not possess in either a small way or a large way. When it is small, as compared with the same ingredient in somebody else, there is still enough of it for all the purposes of examination. In my contacts with the species I find no one who possesses a quality which I do not possess. The shades of difference between other people and me serve to make variety and prevent monotony, but that is all; broadlytextual note speaking, we are all alike; and so by studying myself carefully and comparing myself with other people, and noting the divergences, I have been enabled to acquire a knowledge of the human race which I perceive is more accurate and more comprehensive than that which has been acquired and revealed by any other member of our species. As a result, my private and concealed opinion of myself is not of a complimentary sort. It follows that my estimate of the human race is the duplicate of my estimate of myself.

I am not proposing to discuss all of the peculiarities of the human race, at this time; I only wish to touch lightly upon one or two of them. To begin with, I wonder why a man should prefer a good billiard tabletextual note to a poor one; and why he should prefer straight cues to crooked ones; and why he should prefer round balls to chipped ones; and why he should prefer a level table to one that slants; and why he should prefer responsive cushions to the dull and unresponsive kind. I wonder at these things, because when we examine the matter we find that the essentials involved in billiards are as competently [begin page 384] and exhaustively furnished by a bad billiard outfit as they are by the best one. One of the essentials is amusement. Very well, if there is anytextual note more amusement to be gotten out of thetextual note one outfit than out of the other, the facts are in favor of the bad outfit. The bad outfit will always furnish 30 per centtextual note more fun for the players and for the spectators than will the good outfit. Another essential of the game is that the outfit shall give the players full opportunity to exercise their best skill, and display it in a way to compel the admiration of the spectators. Very well, the bad outfit is nothing behind the good one in this regard. It is a difficult matter to correctly estimatetextual note the eccentricities of chipped balls and a slanting table, and make the right allowance for them and secure a count; the finest kind of skill is required to accomplish the satisfactory result. Another essential of the game is that it shall add to the interest of the game by furnishing opportunities to bet. Very well, in this regard no good outfit can claim any advantage over a bad one. I know, by experience, that a bad outfit is as valuable as the best one; that an outfit that couldn’t be sold at auction for seventextual note dollars is just as valuable for all the essentials of the game as an outfit that is worth a thousand.

I acquired some of this learning in Jackass Gulch, California, more than forty years ago. Jackass Gulch had once been a rich and thriving surface-mining camp. By and by its gold deposits were exhausted; then the people began to go away, and the town began to decay, and rapidly; in my time it had disappearedexplanatory note. Where the bank, and the city hall, and the church, and the gambling denstextual note, and the newspaper office, and the streets of brick blocks had been, was nothing now but a wide and beautiful expansetextual note of green grass,textual note a peaceful and charming solitude. Half a dozen scattered dwellings were still inhabited, and there was still one saloon of a ruined and rickety character struggling for life, but doomed. In its bar was a billiard outfit that was the counterpart of the one in my father-in-law’s garret. The balls were chipped, the cloth was darnedtextual note and patched, the table’s surface was undulating, and the cues were headless and had the curve of a parenthesis—but the forlorn remnant of marooned miners played games there, and those games were more entertaining to look at than a circus and a grand opera combined. Nothing but a quite extraordinary skill could score a carom on that table—a skill that required the nicest estimate of force, distance, and how much to allow for the various slants of the table and the other formidable peculiarities and idiosyncrasies furnished by the contradictions of the outfit. Last winter, here in New York, I saw Hoppe and Schaefer and Suttontextual note and the three or four other billiard champions of world-wide fame contend against each otherexplanatory note, and certainly the art and science displayed were a wonder to see;textual note yet I saw nothing there in the way of science and art that was more wonderful than shots which I had seen Texas Tom make on the wavy surface of that poor old wreck in the perishing saloon at Jackass Gulch forty years before.textual note Once I saw Texas Tom make a string of seven points on a single inning!textual note—all calculated shots, and not a fluke or a scratch among them. I often saw him make runs of four, but when he made his great string of seven, the boys went wild with enthusiasm and admiration. The joy and the noise exceeded that which the great gathering at Madison Square produced when [begin page 385] Suttontextual note scored five hundred points at the eighteen-inchtextual note game,textual note on a world-famous night last winter. With practice, that champion could score nineteen or twentytextual note on the Jackass Gulch table;textual note but to start with, Texas Tom would show him miracles that would astonish him; also it might have another handsome result: it might persuade the great experts to discard their own trifling game and bring the Jackass Gulch outfit here and exhibit their skill in a game worth a hundred of the discarded one, for profound and breathless interest, and for displays of almost superhuman skill.

In my experience, games played with a fiendish outfittextual note furnish ecstasies of delight which games played with the other kind cannot match.textual note Twenty-seven years agotextual note my budding little family spent the summer at Bateman’s Point, near Newport, Rhode Islandexplanatory note. It was a humble and comfortabletextual note boarding placetextual note, well stocked with sweet mothers and little children, but the male sex wastextual note scarce; however, there was another young fellow besides myself, and he and I had good times—Higgins was his name, but that was not his fault. He was a very pleasant and companionable person. On the premises there was what had once been a bowling alleytextual note. It was a single alley, and it was estimated that it had been out of repair for sixty years—but not the balls,textual note the balls were in good condition; there were forty-one of them, and they ranged in size from a grapefruit up to a lignum-vitae sphere that you could hardly lift. Higgins and I played on that alley day after day. At first, one of us located himself at the bottom end to set up the pins in case anything should happen to them, but nothing happened. The surface of that alley consisted of a rolling stretch of elevations and depressions, and neither of us could,textual note by any art known to us,textual note persuade a ball to stay on the alley until it should accomplish something. Little balls and big, the same thing always happened—the ball left the alley before it was half waytextual note home and went thundering down alongside of it the rest of the way and made the gamekeeper climb out and take care of himself. No matter, we persevered, and were rewarded. We examined the alley, noted and located a lot of its peculiarities, and little by little we learned how to deliver a ball in such a way that it would travel home and knock down a pin or two. By and by we succeeded in improving our game to a point where we were able to get all of the pins with thirty-five balls—so we made it a thirty-five-ball game. If the player did not succeed with thirty-five, he had lost the game. I suppose that all the balls, taken together, weighed five hundred pounds, or maybe a ton—or along there somewhere—but anyway it was hot weather, and by the time that a player had sent thirty-five of them home he was in a drench of perspiration, and physically exhausted.

Next, we started cockedtextual note hat—that is to say, a triangle of three pins, the other seven being discarded. In this game we used the three smallest balls and kept on delivering them until we got the three pins down. After a day or two of practice we were able to get the chief pin with an output of four balls, but it costtextual note us a greattextual note many deliveries to get the other two; but by and by we succeeded in perfecting our art—at least we perfected it to our limit. We reached a scientific excellence where we could get the three pins down with twelve deliveries of the three small balls, making thirty-six shots to conquer the cocked hat.

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Having reached our limit for daylight work, we set up a couple of candles and played at night. As the alley was fifty or sixty feet long, we couldn’t see the pins, but the candles indicated their locality. We continued this game until we were able to knock down the invisible pins with thirty-six shots. Having now reached the limit of the candle game, we changed and played it left-handed. We continued the left-handed game until we conquered its limit, which was fifty-four shots. Sometimes we sent down a succession of fifteen balls without getting anything at all. We easily got out of that old alley five times the fun that anybody could have gotten out of the best alley in New York.

One blazing hot day, a modest and courteous officer of the regular army appeared in our den and introduced himself. He was about thirty-five years old, welltextual note builttextual note and militarily erect and straight, and he was hermetically sealed up in the uniform of that ignorant old day—a uniform made of heavy material, and much properer for January than Julytextual note. When he saw the venerable alley, and glanced from that to the long procession of shining balls in the trough, his eye lit with desire, and we judged that he was our meat. We politely invited him to take a hand, and he could not conceal his gratitude;textual note though his breeding, and the etiquette of his profession, made him try. We explained the game to him, and said that there were forty-one balls, and that the player was privileged to extend his inning and keep on playing until he had used them all up—repeatedly—textual noteand that for every ten-strike he got a prize. We didn’t name the prize—it wasn’t necessary, as no prize would ever be needed or called for. He started a sarcastic smile, but quenched it, according to the etiquette of his profession. He merely remarked that he would like to select a couple of medium balls and one small one, adding that he didn’t think he would need the rest.

Thentextual note he began, and he was an astonished man. He couldn’t get a ball to stay on the alley. When he had fired about fifteen balls and hadn’t yet reached the cluster of pins, his annoyance began to show out through his clothes. He wouldn’t let it show in his face; but after another fifteen balls he was not able to control his face; he didn’t utter a word, but he exuded mute blasphemytextual note from every pore. He asked permission to take off his coat, which was granted;textual note thentextual note he turned himself loose, with bitter determination, and although he was only an infantry officer he could have been mistaken for a battery, he got up such a volleying thunder with those balls. Presently he removed his cravat; after a little he took off his vest; and still he went bravely on. Higgins was suffocating. My condition was the same, but it would not be courteous to laugh; it would be better to burst, and we came near it. That officer was good pluck. He stood to his work without uttering a word, and kept the balls going until he had expended the outfit four times, making four times forty-one shots; then he had to give it up, and he did;textual note for he was no longer able to stand without wobblingtextual note. He put on his clothes, bade us a courteous good-byetextual note, invited us to call at the Fort, and started away. Then he came back, and said,textual note

“What is the prize for the ten-strike?”

We had to confess that we had not selected it yet.

He said, gravely, that he thought there was no occasion for hurrytextual note about it.

I believe Bateman’s alley was a better one than any other in America, in the matter [begin page 387] of the essentials of the game. It compelled skill; it provided opportunity for bets; and if you could get a stranger to do the bowling for you, there was more and wholesomer and delightfulertextual note entertainment to be gotten out of his industries than out oftextual note the finest game by the best expert, and played upon the best alley elsewhere in existencetextual note.

Textual Notes Wednesday, January 23, 1907
  Wednesday, January 23, 1907 ●  [ Wednesday, Dictated Jan. uary 23, 1907.] . . . . SLC deleted ‘Wednesday’, inserted Dictated and four ellipses, and marked the dateline to precede ‘The proverb’ at 380.27; Munro inserted the brackets and ‘uary’, and deleted SLC’s ellipses  (TS1 ribbon-SLC + Munro)  Wednesday, Jan. 23, 1907. (TS1 carbon)  [Dictated, January 23, 1907.]— placed before ‘The proverb’ at 380.27  (NAR 20) 
  “Quaker.” ●  Quaker. (TS1 ribbon, TS1 carbon) 
  it in my own person. ●  it. in my own person.  (TS1 ribbon-Munro)  it in my own person. (TS1 carbon)  it. (NAR 20) 
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  oysters ●  an oysters supper  (TS1 ribbon-SLC, TS1 carbon-SLC)  oysters (NAR 20) 
  me ●  me ,  (TS1 ribbon-SLC)  me (TS1 carbon, NAR 20) 
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  grass, ●  grass ,  (TS1 carbon-SLC)  grass, (NAR 24pf, NAR 24) 
  darned ●  scarred (TS1 carbon)  darned (NAR 24pf, NAR 24) 
  Schaefer and Sutton ●  Shaefer and space left for name, then deleted  (TS1 carbon-SLC)  Schaefer and Sutton (NAR 24pf, NAR 24) 
  see; ●  see, ; comma mended to a semicolon  (TS1 carbon-SLC)  see; (NAR 24pf, NAR 24) 
  before. ●  ago. before.  (TS1 carbon-SLC)  before. (NAR 24pf, NAR 24) 
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  Sutton ●  not in; space left for name  (TS1 carbon)  Sutton (NAR 24pf, NAR 24) 
  eighteen-inch ●  eighteen-inch (TS1 carbon-SLC)  eighteen-inch (NAR 24pf, NAR 24) 
  game, ●  game (TS1 carbon)  game, (NAR 24pf, NAR 24) 
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  table; ●  table, (TS1 carbon)  table; (NAR 24pf, NAR 24) 
  outfit ●  out- | fit (TS1 carbon)  outfit (NAR 24pf, NAR 24) 
  match. ●  compete with. match.  (TS1 carbon-SLC)  match. (NAR 24pf, NAR 24) 
  ago ●  ago,  (TS1 carbon-SLC)  ago (NAR 24pf, NAR 24) 
  humble and comfortable ●  humble and comfortable (TS1 carbon)  comfortable (NAR 24pf, NAR 24) 
  boarding place ●  boarding place (TS1 carbon)  boarding-place (NAR 24pf, NAR 24) 
  was ●  were (TS1 carbon)  was (NAR 24pf, NAR 24) 
  bowling alley ●  bowling-alley (TS1 carbon, NAR 24pf, NAR 24) 
  balls, ●  balls; (TS1 carbon)  balls, (NAR 24pf, NAR 24) 
  could, ●  could (TS1 carbon)  could, (NAR 24pf, NAR 24) 
  us, ●  us (TS1 carbon)  us, (NAR 24pf, NAR 24) 
  half way ●  half way (TS1 carbon)  half-way (NAR 24pf, NAR 24) 
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  cost ●  caused cost  (TS1 carbon-SLC)  cost (NAR 24pf, NAR 24) 
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  well ●  and well (TS1 carbon-SLC)  well (NAR 24pf, NAR 24) 
  built ●  built,  (TS1 carbon-SLC)  built (NAR 24pf, NAR 24) 
  July ●  for July (TS1 carbon-SLC)  July (NAR 24pf, NAR 24) 
  gratitude; ●  gratitude, ; comma mended to a semicolon  (TS1 carbon-SLC)  gratitude; (NAR 24pf, NAR 24) 
  up—repeatedly— ●  up, —repeatedly—  (TS1 carbon-SLC)  up—repeatedly— (NAR 24pf, NAR 24) 
  [¶] Then ●  Then (TS1 carbon-SLC)  [¶] Then (NAR 24pf, NAR 24) 
  mute blasphemy ●  profanity mute blasphemy  (TS1 carbon-SLC)  mute blasphemy (NAR 24pf, NAR 24) 
  granted; ●  granted, ; comma mended to a semicolon  (TS1 carbon-SLC)  granted; (NAR 24pf, NAR 24) 
  then ●  and then  (TS1 carbon-SLC)  then (NAR 24pf, NAR 24) 
  did; ●  did, ; comma mended to a semicolon  (TS1 carbon-SLC)  did; (NAR 24pf, NAR 24) 
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  said, ●  said,  (TS1 carbon-SLC)  said, (NAR 24pf, NAR 24) 
  hurry ●  hurry (TS1 carbon, NAR 24)  hury (NAR 24pf) 
  delightfuler ●  delightfuler (TS1 carbon, NAR 24)  delightfuller (NAR 24pf) 
  out of ●  not in  (TS1 carbon)  out of  (NAR 24pf-SLC)  out of (NAR 24) 
  existence ●  existence, could furnish (TS1 carbon)  existence (NAR 24pf, NAR 24) 
Explanatory Notes Wednesday, January 23, 1907
 

George] George M. Robinson.

 

More than forty years ago . . . office staff adjourned] If the year Clemens supplies here—1865—is correct, then he refers to his work for the San Francisco Dramatic Chronicle: between October and December of that year he contributed several dozen unsigned items to that paper. He was the local reporter for the San Francisco Morning Call from June to October 1864 (see AD, 12 June 1906, note at 112.18–24, and AD, 13 June 1906).

 

A quarter of a century ago I arrived in London . . . Dickens readings in America] See AutoMT1 , 516 n. 161.24–27, 517 n. 162.6.

 

Mr. Clemens . . . Bateman’s Point] The insertion here of a summary paragraph (typically found only at the beginning of a dictation) marks the beginning of a new section. Despite the absence of a new dateline, the two sections were evidently created on different days: according to Hobby’s typed notes, each one took two and a half hours to dictate, a typical time for one morning’s work.

 

Jackass Gulch, California . . . in my time it had disappeared] Clemens refers to his visit to the “Southern mines” at Angels Camp and Jackass Hill in the winter of 1864–65. The whole economy of the area had declined after the rich placer deposits discovered in 1848 were exhausted, leaving opportunity only for the “pocket mining” practiced by his friends Jim Gillis and Dick Stoker. For Clemens’s fictional representation of the rickety saloon and pool table in the decaying city of “Boomerang,” written in September 1865 just months after leaving the area, see “The Only Reliable Account of the Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County” (SLC 1865a; see also the ADs of 13 June 1906 and 4 Feb 1907; Herbert O. Lang 1882, 3–4).

 

Last winter, here in New York, I saw Hoppe and Schaefer and Sutton . . . contend against each other] Clemens attended three matches of the world-championship billiards tournament held in Madison Square Garden in the early spring of 1906: on 9 April with Rogers, on 11 April with Paine, and on 18 April (no companion identified). On the first two occasions the audience applauded him spontaneously. According to a report in the New York Times after the third match, he occupied “his usual seat at one side of the table” to watch the game, a type of carom billiards with balklines drawn eighteen inches from each cushion (which he calls the “eighteen-inch game” below at 385.1). In addition, on 24 April (the day after the tournament ended) he spoke briefly at a billiards exhibition, a benefit for the San Francisco earthquake victims (for a text see Fatout 1976, 520–21; Lyon 1906, entry for 10 Apr; New York Times: “Hoppe Defeats Cutler; Schaefer Wins Easily,” 12 Apr 1906, 7; “Sutton Beats Slosson by Superior Billiards,” 19 Apr 1906, 14; “Billiard Benefit Plans,” 23 Apr 1906, 12; “Sutton Beats Schaefer,” 24 Apr 1906, 12). William F. Hoppe (1887–1959) was only eighteen at the time of the tournament, but had already won his first world title. He earned fifty more before retiring in 1952. Jacob Schaefer, Sr. (1855–1910), called the “Wizard,” was known for his versatility, becoming a champion of several different types of games. George H. Sutton (1870–1938) graduated from medical school before becoming a professional billiards player. Despite losing both his arms to the elbow in a sawmill accident at the age of eight, he astonished observers with his remarkable skill. In the April 1906 tournament, Sutton placed second, followed by Schaefer and Hoppe. The winner was George F. Slosson of New York; the other contenders were Louis Cure (of Paris), Albert G. Cutler, and Orlando E. Morningstar (Gamo 1908, 309; Hoppe 1975, vii, 4, 88, 97, 105–9; New York Times: “Schaefer, the Wizard, Dead,” 9 Mar 1910, 9; “ ‘Handless’ Sutton, Billiard Player, 68,” 16 May 1938, 17).

 

Twenty-seven years ago . . . at Bateman’s Point, near Newport, Rhode Island] The Clemens family stayed at this popular summer resort, built on an old farm by proprietor Seth Bateman, from 31 July to 8 September 1875 ( L6: link note following 29? July 1875 to Redpath, 521–22; 1 Sept 1875 to Milnes, 531).