May 17 Monday – Frank Andrew Munsey wrote from N.Y. to Sam

My excuse for writing you is to do something, the last thing I can do, for one who admired you deeply. I refer to George Griffin, your old butler. He is dead. He died very suddenly Saturday morning, May 8th , and was buried in New York on the following Tuesday. His wife called him at the usual hour of six o’clock. He threw up his hands and in a few moments was dead. It was heart disease. It seems that he had had more or less trouble from this source for a considerable time.

George had waited on me at the Union League Club, where I live, for about four years. He never lost an opportunity to praise you and your family. His loyalty to you was unbounded…He leaves a wife and one child, a boy about two months old. He was, I think, about forty seven [MTP].