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MR. HASKELUS home life has had elements of beauty and of sadness. His promotion to more im' portant work on the Star enabled him to marry Miss Isabel Cummings of Clinton, Iowa. She was greatly esteemed by the women of Kansas City who were quietly beginning the new century by initiating improvements in many directions. The Has' kell home was open to friends, who came away admiring the quiet taste of the furnishings and the hospitality of the host and hostess. A long illness kept Mrs. Haskell from active participation in club work and social work; but her influence was felt. Her son, Henry C. Haskell, told me of his mother's extensive charities for the children of the city. Her death occurred in 1923. I wish she might have lived to see her granddaughters, and that they might have known their grandmother. A second marriage brought to Kansas City Katherine Wright, sister of two famous brothers, Orville and Wilbur, and a charming woman, whose death, three years later, left husband and friends forlorn. Mr. Clad Thompson wrote of her, after her death, that she was much interested in the Starbeams writers, and knew all of us not only by our initials but by our names; and she followed our cavortings with amusement. She was a friendly little person. I met her one day in Kansas City; and, after a gay exchange of ideas, she said, "You must come out and have dinner with us." But before we could become hostess and guest, she had died.
In 1931, Mr. Haskell married Mrs. Agnes Lee Hadley, widow of Herbert
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S. Hadley, first Republican governor of Missouri. She was known to me from our high school days. That is, in my freshman year, I knew her as one of a group of brilliant and handsome senior girls. As I trotted diligently from class to class, I could watch these girls behaving with dignity and deconmi and charm. I could admire, but for the life of me I couldn't emulate. There was nothing for me to do but to study my Latin and my Greek, my English Grammar and my Shakespeare, to satisfy the demands of Mr. Minckwitz, Miss Fox, and Miss Jones. I could behave with decorum, but I could not be handsome. These girls, Agnes Lee and her group, could be everything.
By the time I was a senior, they were gone about their various grownup affairs, thus giving a dozen of us a chance to ride in the Star's float in the Priests of Pallas Flower Parade. There was glory for you! Tulle hats, capes of yellow and white (paper) chrysanthemums, white silk parasols, and a coach and four, with supper afterwards at BuUene's new tea-room; a rose and a box of candy for each girl, and the dignitaries of the Star as our hosts and their wives as chaperones. Great day! And 30 years later, I learned that they picked the pretty ones. Agnes Lee and the other handsome girls had left just in time to give us a chance to parade.
Many years later, when Agnes Lee Hadley had become Mrs. Haskell, she and I attended a grand banquet given by the Theta Sigma Phi Alumnae of Kansas City. Mrs. Haskell was seated with the other V.I.P.'s at the long table on the dais. I was at