A son of “Buck” Brown writes requesting an interview—“Buck” Brown attended Dawson’s school—The magazine publishers’ [begin page 229] luncheon at the Aldine Club—Although probably every one of these publishers had said harsh things about the Standard Oil chiefs they gave them a hearty welcome at the luncheon, Mr. Doubleday and Mr. Clemens having effected the presence there of the two Rockefellers and Henry Rogers.
Yesterday morning brought a note from a son of a former schoolmate of mine requesting an interview. That schoolmate was W. B. Brown—“Buck” BrownⒺexplanatory note, as we called him in that ancient time; ancient is the right word, for the school was Dawson’s school, and the time could not have been later than 1846, when I was eleven years old, for my father died in the spring of 1847, and I was never in a school after that eventⒺexplanatory note. I remember “Buck” Brown very well, after all these sixty-two years. The school numbered twenty-five boys and girls; some of them were little children; others were older and larger, and “Buck” Brown was the oldest and largest of all; his age was twenty-five, and to the most of us he seemed not of our world, but a patriarch stricken with age, a relic of a hoary antiquity. He was very studious, very grave, even solemn; he had a kindly smile and a disposition in harmony with it; and he had a tongue, but he seldom used it. I shall be glad to talk with the son, and yet the talk, as I foresee, will only be about the tenants of the grave. He mentions the names of many of his father’s schoolmates and mine, but they are all dead, most of them many years ago. With each name, as it came under my eye, there flashed before me, often with a sharp vividness, a fresh young face that had been familiar to me two generations ago; and in each case it was a face that is dust and ashes now, and from whose happy young eyes the light was quenched years and years ago.
“Buck” Brown was a most patient creature. At the noon recess he always remained at the schoolhouseⒶtextual note to study his lessons while he ate his dinner, and WillⒶtextual note Bowen and John BriggsⒺexplanatory note and I always remained also, and sacrificed our dinner for the higher profit of pestering him and playing pranks upon him, but he never lost his temper. In fact I never knew him to lose his sweet serenity except once: thereⒶtextual note was an idiot slave girl in the town who could not go anywhere without being followed and jeered at, and mocked, and made fun of by the young boys of the place. It was a custom of the time to treat friendless lunatics and idiots in this way, and it attracted no attention; but one day a grown man joined the young ruffians in their persecutions. “Buck” Brown was passing by at the time. Suddenly he was transformed. All his serenities vanished in a moment, and he burst into a fury of passion that was amazing for its fierce intensity. He beat and banged the man until there was little left of him but pulp.
Yesterday the magazine publishers met together at a luncheon at the Aldine ClubⒺexplanatory note. They have been meeting there once a month for the last two or three years, with a very wise end in view—this end being to get acquainted with each other, become friendly, and work together for their mutual advantage, instead of each fighting for his own hand as in the days gone by. About forty of these men were present. These are the men who are responsible for the policy of their publications. Their editors are merely salaried servants, and have no authority, and in fact but little influence, perhaps, in the matter [begin page 230] of policy. For years now, it has been policy for the magazines to make war, along with the newspapers, against the great corporations and monopolies, and this war has been carried on as such wars are always likely to be conducted where the persons assailed have to take what they get and can’t talk back. It has been a cheap and easy matter to be bold and daringly ferocious in attacking the corporations, for the reason that they had no friends—at least no friends that were brave enough to face the general storm in their defenceⒶtextual note. It was always possible, of course, that the corporations had a defenceⒶtextual note worth examination and consideration if they could only get a hearing, but for several years such a hearing has been quite impossible. The hostility to the corporations was brought to its height by President Roosevelt’s attitude toward them. The corporations were the creation of the atrocious tariffs imposed upon everything by the Republican partyⒺexplanatory note, and Mr. Roosevelt and his party have known all the time that all the burdensome monopolies could be squelched by the simple process of reducing the robber tariffs to a figure which would allow the rest of the nation to prosper, instead of conferring the bulk of the prosperity upon a few dozen multimillionaireⒶtextual note producers—but neither the President nor the party has ever confessed that this was the caseⒶtextual note; they have persisted in attacking the symptoms and in letting the disease carefullyⒶtextual note aloneⒺexplanatory note. They have had their reasons for it: the vast election contributions of the money of stockholders have kept that party in power, and the President’s ferocious attacks upon them of the last two or three years have been merely a sham and a pretense. He has inspired no real move against them in the courts, he has merely indulged in wordy blusterⒺexplanatory note about what he was going to do.
Among mighty corporations the chief sinner selected for attack was the Standard Oil CompanyⒺexplanatory note. For some years now, that Company has been freely and volubly charged with every crime and every villainy known to commercial oppression and misconduct, and anybody who could think of any vindictive thing to say about that corporation could promptly get a hearing in the newspapers and the magazines; and so the American world was brought to believe that the Standard Oil people were conscienceless criminals,Ⓐtextual note one and all. The Standard Oil employs sixty-five thousand persons. The Company has been in existence about forty-five years, yet in all that time it has never had a strikeⒺexplanatory note. For years now, strikes have been persistently frequent in all the other industries of the country; the newspapers are always full of them; rioting and bloodshed are common because of the strikes. The fact that the Standard Oil Company has never had a strike might suggest to a sane person, here and there, that the Standard Oil chiefsⒶtextual note cannot be altogether bad, or they would oppress their sixty-five thousand employees from habit and instinct, if they are so constituted that it is instinctive with them to oppress everybody else. But neither their good standing with their wage-earners nor any other testimony that exists in their favor, can get even a passing hearing in any newspaper or magazine in the United States.
Of the forty-five magazine publishers that were present at that luncheon yesterday, there was probably not one whose magazine had not had the habit, for the past few years, of abusing the Rockefellers, Henry Rogers, and the other chiefs of the Standard Oil, and without doubt those publishersⒶtextual note had acquired the habit of heartily hating the said chiefsⒶtextual note and of experiencing emotions of horror at the mere mention of their names—and [begin page 231] so they must have had some curious sensations when John D. Rockefeller, seniorⒶtextual note, John D., juniorⒶtextual note, and Henry Rogers walked in in single file, yesterday,Ⓐtextual note and sat down at the head of the table, elbow to elbow with the President of their Association. To me it was an interesting spectacle, and dramatic. Three-fourths of those magazine publishers had never seen those three persons in their lives before, except in a couple of million photographs and caricatures.
How did these notorious criminals come to venture their persons in this den of their deadly enemies? It happened in this way: Doubleday came here a few days ago and said he had been thinking it was time for somebody connected with the public printsⒶtextual note to go and look at a Standard Oil magnate and see what kind of a devil he might seem to be, from an outside inspection; and time, also, for the said publisher to come into actual contact with the fiend and talk with him and try to get on the inside of him and see what he might look like in thereⒺexplanatory note. He had been moved to this strange and unchristian project by something he found in the Annual Report of Mr. Rockefeller’s Institute for Medical Research—a Report which showed that the ten million dollars which Mr. Rockefeller had put into that Institute was bearing good fruit, such good fruit, in fact, that it would not be popular for the newspaper or magazine press to say much about it, and not good policy to notice it otherwise than inⒶtextual note a three-line remark followed by a judiciousⒶtextual note permanent silence; a Report no paragraph of which could find its way into a newspaper where room was needed for an account of the latest rape. One of the facts in that Report was this: oneⒶtextual note of the results of the Institute’s patient, continuous, and unflagging research into that awful malady, meningitis, was the reduction of its death-rateⒶtextual note from 75Ⓐtextual note per cent ofⒶtextual note the persons attacked to 25Ⓐtextual note Ⓔexplanatory note, with the hopeful prospect that that death-rateⒶtextual note would presently be still further reduced. There were other great things in that Report, and Doubleday told me about them, but I will not set them down at this time. Doubleday had been vaguely aware that Mr. Rockefeller had been known to make large contributions to charities and to good causes of one sort or another, privately, in addition to the one hundred and thirty-eight million dollars he has publicly contributedⒺexplanatory note to such things.Ⓐtextual note He hunted out some of these cases and found that the facts were in accordance with the rumors, therefore it seemed to Doubleday that perhaps Mr. Rockefeller was not giving away his tens of millions at a time wholly to buy public charity for his Standard Oil offencesⒶtextual note. Finally he concluded to go and get acquainted with Mr. Rockefeller and see how much of him was Standard Oil fiend and how much of him was average human being. He went to Rockefeller, got acquainted with him, down in the country, played golf with him every day, talked with him hour by hour, got acquainted with his sister-in-lawⒺexplanatory note and talked with her about Rockefeller, and it ended in his conceiving a greatⒶtextual note respect and liking for the man, and also in his conceiving a considerable degree of shame for disrespecting the man this long time upon evidence which presented only one side of his case.
Now then, the idea of Doubleday’s visit to me was this: heⒶtextual note wanted to bring Rockefeller face to face with all the magazine publishers—and did I think it would be wise for him to do this? He wanted to do Rockefeller a good turn, but possibly it might be a bad turn. The men who had lent their magazines to harsh criticisms of him might resent his [begin page 232] appearance among them as an impertinence. He had asked Mr. Rockefeller if he would be willing to meet those men and Rockefeller said,
“Certainly. Why not? I am willing to meet and talk with any body of men, friends or enemies.”
Doubleday asked me what I thought of the project—ought he to go on with it? I said I thought it was a very good idea; that I knew Mr. Rockefeller fairly well and was sure he would favorably impress those hostiles. Doubleday said he would go on with the project, but he wanted all the strength he could get; he would like to have Mr. Rogers there. What would I think of that? I said Mr. Rogers’s face would destroy any harsh evidence that had ever been brought against him, he wouldn’t need to say a word; those men would look at him and would recognize and realize that if he was a villain there wasn’t anybody left in the country that wasn’t.
Well, then, would I come to the luncheon? And would I get Mr. Rogers to come?
I said I didn’t think heⒶtextual note would decline; indeed I was quite sure he would accept, and that Doubleday could tell Mr. RogersⒶtextual note I would go if heⒶtextual note would come and fetch me.
Mr. Rogers arrived at our house on time yesterday, and drove me to the Aldine Club, and that pleasant little dramatic surprise occurred which I have already mentioned: Rockefeller, his son John, Mr. Rogers and I, filed in and sat with the chairman on the firing line. After a speech from the chairman and a speech from an officer of the organization, explaining the nature of the organization and its purpose, I followed with a speech. Then Mr. Rockefeller was asked by the chairman to make a few remarks. Mr. Rockefeller got up and talked sweetly, sanely, simply, humanly, and with astonishing effectiveness, being interrupted by bursts of applause at the end of almostⒶtextual note every sentence; and when he sat down all those men were his friends, and he had achieved one of the completest victories I have ever had any knowledge of. Then the meeting broke up, and by a common impulse theⒶtextual note crowd moved forward and each individual of it gave the victor a hearty hand-shake, and along with it some hearty compliments upon his performance as an orator.
But I have forgotten one rather striking incident. This was the reading of a letter in which a physician described an impressively interesting surgical operation which was performed on a child last March. It was a physician’sⒶtextual note child; it was four months old; it had been stricken by a fearful malady which sometimes attacks grown persons and attacks children with some little frequency; it is an internal hemorrhage, whose details I am not able to describe, and is in almost all cases fatal. The attack was making rapid progress; the physicians in attendance knew of nothing that could be done; the child was evidently dying; the hour was midnight. Some one suggested that one of Mr. Rockefeller’s Institute researchers had been making experiments upon kittens which promised a hope—at least a slight hope—for this child.♦ Ⓐtextual note One of the doctors drove to the house of that physician, reached there at one o’clock, routed him out of his bed, and they drove to the Institute and gathered a few instruments but could not get all that were needed, because the othersⒶtextual note [begin page 233] were locked up and the holder of the key was not there; but that Institute physician had with him, fortunately, one instrument which was absolutely essential; it was a needle so fine and delicate as to be next to invisible, and its thread was wholly invisible except when held against a black background. They proceeded to the house of the patient. The child was too young for the use of anesthetics, and none were given. The thing necessary to be done, if I remember the details rightly, was to sever a vein of the child and an artery of its father, sew the ends of these tubes together in an absolutely perfect way, making no mistakes in the joining of them, and renew the child’s famished blood with the fresh blood of the strong and healthy father. The child was wasted and white and flabby, and it was so small a creature that it possessed no vein large enough for the operation except one hidden deep in the calf of its leg. When they were ready for the operation they could not tell, and had no way of finding out, with absolute certainty,Ⓐtextual note whether the child was still alive or not, but it seemed to be dead. But they proceeded with the operation. The new blood was flushedⒶtextual note into the child, and everybody stood by watching to see if there would be any effect. For a time no effect was apparent; then a faint rosy tinge appeared on the topsⒶtextual note of the child’s ears; after a little this rosy tinge appeared upon the ends of the child’s fingers. After a little while the same tinge began to rise in the death-whiteⒶtextual note cheeks; then presently that rosy tinge burst out in a sudden flash all over the little creature, and it threw up its hands and broke into a cry—with its grateful mother there to hear that music! This was nearly threeⒶtextual note months ago. The child is well and flourishing nowⒺexplanatory note. It owes its life to the ten million dollars which Mr. Rockefeller put into that Institute.
The reading of the letter was listened to in a deep and impressiveⒶtextual note silence, and the interest and emotion which it excited were visible in the faces of every person present, and there were times when those men seemed hardly to breathe. When the end came there was a pause and a deep breath, and then followedⒶtextual note a burst of grateful and uplifting applauseⒶtextual note which was another triumph for the criminal at the bar.
a note from a son of a former schoolmate of mine . . . “Buck” Brown] Clemens’s recollection of “W. B. Brown” in this dictation closely resembles his description of “Bill Brown” in a letter to William Bowen of 6 February 1870. But his mention of the nickname “Buck” suggests that he was not remembering William Lee Brown (1831?–1903), but his older brother, James Burnett (or Burkett) Brown (1827–1915), who was known as “Doc Buck Brown.” James, a druggist, served as mayor of Hannibal in 1882–83, and Clemens had seen him in 1902 during his last visit to Hannibal. His son’s “note” has not been found ( Inds , 20–23, 308; Edgar White 1924, 52; Wecter 1952, 305 n. 16; Find a Grave Memorial 2013b; Marion Census 1870, 791:524B; Holcombe 1884, 910; MTB , 3:1168).
my father died . . . I was never in a school after that event] According to the 1850 Hannibal census, compiled in October, Clemens had been in school “within the year,” which suggests that he received at least some schooling after his father’s death ( Inds , 314).
Aldine Club] According to Publishers’ Weekly, the Aldine Club was incorporated in 1889 “to encourage literature and art” and also to give New York publishers “a congenial place in which to lunch and talk shop.” Although in 1898 it consolidated with the Uptown Association and was then to be officially known as the Aldine Association, it continued “to be identified in the popular mind with the original name” (“The Aldine Association,” 25 Mar 1899, 552). On 4 December 1900, the Aldine had given an elaborate dinner to Clemens, called “the most notable event of the kind that has ever taken place at that club” (“Mark Twain at the Aldine Club,” New York Times, 15 Dec 1900, BR8; see also the note at 231.8–13).
The corporations were the creation of the atrocious tariffs imposed upon everything by the Republican party] The issue of protective tariffs was a major point of political debate in the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries, especially during the 1908 presidential election (see AD, 16 July and 12 Sept 1908, note at 260.4–9). Clemens voices the position of the Democrats, who claimed that duties on foreign goods were more of a hardship for small businesses than for powerful monopolies, which could better afford the high cost of materials and, by limiting production, raise consumer prices. Henry O. Havemeyer, head of the sugar-refining industry, called the tariff the “mother of all trusts”—a phrase that became the motto of the antiprotectionists. The Republicans, on the other hand, “endorsed the principle of protection as being highly advantageous to both labor and industry” by making domestic products cheaper than foreign ones (Hornig 1958, 241–43; Hardesty 1899, 185). In their view, trusts were the inevitable result of a market economy (see the note at 230.16–17).
they have persisted in attacking the symptoms and in letting the disease carefully alone] Roosevelt expressed the Republican position in his first Annual Message, delivered on 3 December 1901: “The creation of these great corporate fortunes has not been due to the tariff nor to any other governmental action, but to natural causes in the business world.” Moreover, in a speech on 4 April 1903 he asserted that lowering the tariff would not
have any substantial effect in solving the so-called trust problem. Certain great trusts or great corporations are wholly unaffected by the tariff. Almost all the others that are of any importance have as a matter of fact numbers of smaller American competitors; and of course a change in the tariff which would work injury to the large corporation would work not merely injury but destruction to its smaller competitors; and equally of course such a change would mean disaster to all the wage-workers connected with either the large or the small corporations. (Roosevelt 1908, 1:164, 211)
the vast election contributions of the money . . . has merely indulged in wordy bluster] Clemens’s statement here is at odds with his earlier complaint that Roosevelt did not honor his “contract” with the Republican party to protect the monopolies in return for campaign donations (see AD, 13 Sept 1907, and the note at 135.11–16). Roosevelt accomplished less with his antitrust crusades than he is sometimes credited with. Not only was he occupied with other matters, he was hampered by the existing law and by clever corporate defense attorneys. But he did bring the public’s attention to the importance of curbing monopolies, which set the stage for further reforms under his successor, President Taft, who initiated nearly double the number of successful proceedings against them (Pringle 1956, 300).
the chief sinner selected for attack was the Standard Oil Company] See the Autobiographical Dictation of 13 September 1907 and the note at 135.21–22.
The Company has been in existence about forty-five years . . . never had a strike] The company was founded in 1870 by John D. Rockefeller, Sr., and several partners, and by the early 1880s dominated the oil industry. Its workers first went on strike in 1915.
Doubleday came here a few days ago . . . see what he might look like in there] Frank N. Doubleday wrote to Clemens on 15 May 1908 (CU-MARK):
Dear Mr. Clemens:
As I telephoned Miss Lyon, I saw Mr. Rogers, and he agreed to come to our luncheon at one o’clock on Wednesday, May 20th, at the Aldine Club, 111 Fifth Avenue if he was in town. Mr. Rogers, I think, will come if he is in town, but I am almost afraid that he will run away so that he will not have to come, and I hope you will corral him for the good of the cause. I will be there to meet you, or will come to your house and meet you and Mr. Rogers together if you would prefer to have me.
I have invited young Mr. John Rockefeller and Mr. Walter Jennings, and hope that they will also be present. There are to be no reporters, and it will be entirely informal and friendly.
Very sincerely yours,
F N Doubleday.
Walter Jennings (1858–1933), son of Oliver Burr Jennings, one of the original stockholders in the Standard Oil Company, became a director of the Standard Oil Company of New Jersey in 1903 and served as its secretary in 1908–11 (“Walter Jennings Dies in the South,” New York Times, 10 Jan 1933, 21).
Mr. Rockefeller’s Institute for Medical Research . . . death-rate from 75 per cent of the persons attacked to 25] In 1901, after his three-year-old grandson died of scarlet fever, Rockefeller established the first institute in this country whose sole purpose was to study and cure diseases. By May 1908 he had given a total of $4.5 million to build a laboratory building and hospital on the East River at 66th Street, together with a large endowment to ensure its future. The first important medical discovery at the Rockefeller Institute was made by Simon Flexner (1863–1946), the director, who in 1907 developed a treatment for meningococcal meningitis. He proved that an antiserum that had previously been ineffective when injected subcutaneously could, when injected directly into the spinal column, dramatically reduce the number of fatalities (“From a Child’s Death Came a Medical Institute,” New York Times, 25 Feb 2001, RE7; “Rockefeller Gives Hospital,” Chicago Tribune, 31 May 1908, 6; Rockefeller University 2013; Fitzpatrick 1941).
the one hundred and thirty-eight million dollars he has publicly contributed] Although estimates of Rockefeller’s charitable gifts vary, Clemens’s figure of $138 million for public donations is high. According to the Chicago Tribune of 1 January 1908, Rockefeller’s contributions totaled about $70 million, of which $45 million was given in 1907 (“Banner Year of Philanthropy,” 6).
sister-in-law] Almira Geraldine Goodsell Rockefeller (1844–1920), the wife of William Rockefeller (1841–1922), John D.’s younger brother (“Mrs. W. Rockefeller Dies Suddenly at 75,” New York Times, 18 Jan 1920, 22).
This was nearly three months ago. The child is well and flourishing now] The blood transfusion was administered in March 1908 to the infant daughter of Dr. Adrian V. S. Lambert (1872–1952), a prominent New York surgeon. She was suffering from melena neonatorum, a rare disease that causes bleeding in the digestive tract. The attending physician was Dr. Alexis Carrel (1873–1944), a Frenchman who worked at the Rockefeller Institute from 1906 to 1939. In 1912 he was awarded the Nobel Prize in medicine for successfully transplanting organs in animals, and for discovering the technique that Clemens describes here, in which the blood vessels of the patient and the donor are sutured together. The procedure was sometimes fatal, because the concept of incompatible blood types was still unknown (“Alexis Carrel, ‘Robot’ Heart Inventor, Dies,” Chicago Tribune, 6 Nov 1944, 23; Lambert 1908, 885).
Source document.
TS1 Typescript, leaves numbered 2507–20, made from Hobby’s notes and revised.TS1, as revised by Clemens, is the only authoritative source for this dictation.