Swing (Feb-Dec 1951)

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384 win 9 August, 19^1 MAN OF THE MONTH {Continued from Page 380) was more interesting than the photographs of the memorial fountain for Mr. Wm. Volker. This, for the last three years, has been Mr. Haskell's chief outside activity. He is chairman of the committee to select the memorial, which promises to be a thing of beauty. Carl Milles, eminent Swedish sculptor, is the artist selected by the committee. His design for the fountain will center about an equestrian statue of St. Martin cutting his cloak in half to give to a mendicant. The work, to be completed next year, will be an object of beauty in the projected new Plaza south of the Nelson Gallery. We watched the clock, as the hands drew on inexorably toward 9. There was a 9:30 train to Lawrence to be caught; and, for the Navy, a plane to San Francisco. We made ready to depart, meeting on the way Mr. Haskell's cousin, the gracious lady who now acts as hostess for him. As befitted one who shares photO' graphic honors with Mr. Nelson, Andy lay in the doorway on one of the best rugs. I spoke to him in dulcet tones, but was ignored. As we went down the walk toward our car, one of my Navy escorts said, "Was that Dictionary an original?" Their ears were attuned to detonations on Saipan; but the great Doctors thunderings, even on oats, had rather deafened them. The Navy said the visit Vv'as something to be remembered; and I agreed, even though the only help I got toward this article was to be told to do as I pleased. And so I have. Really my method has been more modern than that of Plutarch. It seems to derive from that used by Sir Osbert Sitwell, in his latest book, "Noble Essences," in which you get a modicum of subject and a large dose of Sir Osbert. You may think that the title of this article should be "Me and Mr. Haskell." Well, I've been afraid of that. But remember that, if knowing the Kansas City Star is a liberal education, I am much better educated than Mr. Haskell. I was almost a founder in the 80's; Mr. Haskell a late arrival in the 90's. Still, he has done his best to catch up; and I am wilHng to give him all the credit he deserves; but if I did, I should exceed my limitation. I should have to write a book and call it "This is Mr. Haskell." Then I could have added a partial listing of his directorships, such as that of the Kansas City Star Company, and trustee of the Kansas City Art Institute and School of Design. And I could have listed his memberships in the Kansas City Club, the University Club, the Kansas City Country Club, the Cosmos Club, the National Press Club (Washington). I have tried to give you a taste of his quality, the "noble essence" of Henry J. Haskell, editor of the Kan' SOS City Star. I hope he likes what I have said. And I am sorry that Andy wouldn't speak to me. I like Scotties. OATS — A grain which in England is generally given to horses, but in Scotland supports the people. — Dr. Johnson's Dictionary (1755) (Dr. ]ohnson owned to Boswell that by his definition of OATS, he meant to vex the Scotch.)