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THE MAN OF THE MONTH
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one of the many round tables on the floor, but near the speaker (wasn't it Mary Margaret McBride?) and within winking distance of Mrs. Haskell. We were all dressed in our best bib-and'tucker. Curls were rampant and hpstick was prevalent.
At the close of the affair, Mrs. Haskell said to me, "You and I have something in common, and only we can say that." I gave up at once — I always do — so she told me that we were the only women present with straight hair. It's a comfortable distinction, and a great saver of time and money. Also, we liked straight hair. Mrs. Haskell was a very handsome woman; and I had, for one afternoon, been the 1897 version of a pin-up girl. Earth holds not anything more delightsome.
THE young people of Kansas City who studied the classics under Professor Minckwitz had something on their minds other than their hair. If you thought about your looks, it was only after you were quite certain that you knew your lesson. That simple statement made demands on his students that no modern child could compass. We were hardy, and could take what he gave us. Once our lessons were learned, it was for keeps. College work, even under A. T. Walker, was half-learned before we began. Agnes Lee continued her study at the University of Kansas; nine years later I followed her. We could agree with Norman Douglas that Latin was a scholar's language, for the meanings of Latin words are irrevocably fixed by authority. The results of such training are of course
carried over into the use of one's own language.
This early and late study of Mrs. Haskell's was to prove of immense value to her husband in the writing of two books. To her, Mr. Haskell dedicated the books; she once said, aside to me, "his latest love." It was a perfect example of team work, each contributing to the final success of their endeavors.
The first of these Roman books is The TSjety Deal in Old Rome, Knopf, 1939, in which Mr. Haskell writes of "Times Transhifting" (as Herrick called his own age, the first half of the 17th century) in terms of the present day. To read the chapter headings is to fancy oneself with the evening paper before one's eyes. All Mr. Haskell's life work was really a preparation for the writing of this book. It is fascinating and illuminating reading for anyone; but a student of Mr. Minckwitz' days at Central High School or a toiler in the classes of Professor Walker of the University of Kansas has a distinct advantage over the reader who took Spanish for one semester. It takes more than that to understand even the device on the cover of Mr. Haskell's book : the eagle. Semper Eadem, and S P Q R.
After having successfully analyzed the New Deal in Old Rome (and, incidentally, taken care of the New Deal in the USA so thoroughly that today one reads the book as one does the Hebrew prophets), Mr. Haskell dealt with Cicero as the great figure of his second book, published in 1942 by Knopf. This W<is Cicero is au' thentic, because it is written by a (Continued on Page 380)