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My Husband, Mr. Keen
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long ago there was a letter from the Middle West which enclosed, carefullywrapped in waxed paper, twenty-five
four-leaf clovers, and one five-leaf
"to bring you continued good luck, dear Mr. Keen, in tracing lost persons and bringing murderers to the bar of iustice."
Listeners often wonder what Mr. Keen looks like. Like, of course, Bennett Kilpack! His dark brown hair is silvering ever so slightly— and very becomingly, I think— at the temples, and his warm and interested eyes are brown, too. His dignity is such that, a generation or two ago, I would most assuredly have addressed him respectfully as "Mr. Kilpack" throughout our married life!
Back to the parallel lives of Mr. Keen and Mr. Kilpack, my husband has an extensive library of books on crime and punishment, ballistics, poisons, and the like, which he enjoys hugely. He reads everything Agatha Christie writes. He is a cryptogram fan (I am content with the lowlier and less complicated crossword puzzle, myself) and delights in pre-Revolutionary houses, preferably those equipped with sliding panels, secret stairways and a good substantial ghost.
THE small, simple, homely things are his dearest pleasures — his home, his food, his vegetable garden, his game of golf, his fields and streams to wander over, a warm sun to lie beneath. Like most Englishmen, my husband is a reticent man — there are questions you do not ask him. For example, the tiny fuzzy dog that stands, and has stood for years, on his desk. I don't know when or where he got it, or what special significance it has, but only that it is his "good luck" piece, that if he lost it that would be a great misfortune, that to question him about it would be an invasion of privacy.
Acting was Bennett's choice of profession from earliest memory on. A minister's son, one of seven youngsters in the roomy old country parsonage in England, his earliest memories are of the amateur plays at school in which he always — and ardently — took part.
That Bennett, the would-be actor, graduated from Finsbury Technical College as an electrical engineer was "a detour made," as he explains it, "in deference to my father, who gave me to understand that a Kilpack as an actor was a Kilpack better dead!"
Directly after Finsbury, Bennett came to the United States. Engineers being, at that time, a drug on the market, he was almost forced into the theater.
Bennett played "Afife" in Otis Skinner's "Kismet," on Broadway, but his happiest engagement in those years was — loving Shakespeare as he does — the tour he made with Sir Ben Greet's Shakespearean players.
It was twelve years ago that I met Bennett at — of all unlikely places in the world to meet him — a cocktail party.
He was there only, as he later explained, because he had refused invitations from this hostess twice before "The common cocktail party," he contends, "is more depleting than the common cold." But he came to this one
When we were introduced (this is going to sound like a radio script of the strictly non-Mr. Keen variety, I'm afraid!) I was attracted to him at once
ARE YOU, TOO, KU/N/N& YOUR MARR/EP HAPPINESS
If only you'd learn these
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