August 6 Sunday – In Dublin, N.H. Isabel V. Lyon wrote for Sam to Frederick A. Duneka.
M . Clemens directs me to say that upon thinking over the matter of auto-graphing any of the maxim postcards he has decided that to auto-graph any of them would be a distinct mistake. He is inclined to be afraid of the post card scheme even without the auto-graph, and wishes me to ask what you think of it. But don’t throw the scheme away, for M . Clemens thinks it may be a good one after he’s dead. That is Mr. Clemens’s language not mine [MTP].
Sam also wrote per Isabel Lyon to an unidentified person: “There are two kinds of lyres. One kind is thinning out, lately, the other is thickening up” [MTP].
Isabel Lyon’s journal:
Mr. and Mrs. Pearmain, Mrs. Kendall, who has travelled in India, dined here. We dined in the little room, all windows, and a terrible, beautiful thunderstorm flashed and dashed itself around us. The great evergreen trees almost screamed at you when the floods of lightning behind them made them stand out in their wonderful blackness…
[in her Aug. 7 entry about this evening:]
Mr. Clemens talked last night about Captain Ned Wakeman and his courting. A passenger, a girl, had been placed in his care. He didn’t think much about her, until he saw her lying asleep in the cabin, found her lovely and said, “When she opens her eyes, if they’re blue, I’ll marry her!” and they were blue, and he was ever a man of his word [MTP TS 84].
M . Clemens directs me to say that upon thinking over the matter of auto-graphing any of the maxim postcards he has decided that to auto-graph any of them would be a distinct mistake. He is inclined to be afraid of the post card scheme even without the auto-graph, and wishes me to ask what you think of it. But don’t throw the scheme away, for M . Clemens thinks it may be a good one after he’s dead. That is Mr. Clemens’s language not mine [MTP].
Sam also wrote per Isabel Lyon to an unidentified person: “There are two kinds of lyres. One kind is thinning out, lately, the other is thickening up” [MTP].
Isabel Lyon’s journal:
Mr. and Mrs. Pearmain, Mrs. Kendall, who has travelled in India, dined here. We dined in the little room, all windows, and a terrible, beautiful thunderstorm flashed and dashed itself around us. The great evergreen trees almost screamed at you when the floods of lightning behind them made them stand out in their wonderful blackness…
[in her Aug. 7 entry about this evening:]
Mr. Clemens talked last night about Captain Ned Wakeman and his courting. A passenger, a girl, had been placed in his care. He didn’t think much about her, until he saw her lying asleep in the cabin, found her lovely and said, “When she opens her eyes, if they’re blue, I’ll marry her!” and they were blue, and he was ever a man of his word [MTP TS 84].
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