in his family, and he explained to me that it must not occur, that there must not be the disgrace to the family, although he would be delighted to have the offender “handled rough” to teach him a needed lesson; he added that he wished I would take him and handle him myself, for he knew that I would see that he “got all that was coming to him.”  Then a look of pathos came into his eyes, and he explained:  “That boy I just cannot understand.  He was my sister’s favorite son, and I always took a special interest in him myself.  I did my best to bring him up the way he ought to go.  But there was just nothing to be done with him.  His tastes were naturally low.  He took to music!” What form this debasing taste for music assumed I did not inquire; and I was able to grant my friend’s wish.

While in the White House I always tried to get a couple of hours’ exercise in the afternoons—­sometimes tennis, more often riding, or else a rough cross-country walk, perhaps down Rock Creek, which was then as wild as a stream in the White Mountains, or on the Virginia side along the Potomac.  My companions at tennis or on these rides and walks we gradually grew to style the Tennis Cabinet; and then we extended the term to take in many of my old-time Western friends such as Ben Daniels, Seth Bullock, Luther Kelly, and others who had taken part with me in more serious outdoor adventures than walking and riding for pleasure.  Most of the men who were oftenest with me on these trips—­men like Major-General Leonard Wood; or Major-General Thomas Henry Barry; or Presley Marion Rixey, Surgeon-General of the Navy; or Robert Bacon, who was afterwards Secretary of State; or James Garfield, who was Secretary of the Interior; or Gifford Pinchot, who was chief of the Forest Service—­were better men physically than I was; but I could ride and walk well enough for us all thoroughly to enjoy it.  Often, especially in the winters and early springs, we would arrange for a point to point walk, not turning aside for anything—­for instance, swimming Rock Creek or even the Potomac if it came in our way.  Of course under such circumstances we had to arrange that our return to Washington should be when it was dark, so that our appearance might scandalize no one.  On several occasions we thus swam Rock Creek in the early spring when the ice was floating thick upon it.  If we swam the Potomac, we usually took off our clothes.  I remember one such occasion when the French Ambassador, Jusserand, who was a member of the Tennis Cabinet, was along, and, just as we were about to get in to swim, somebody said, “Mr. Ambassador, Mr. Ambassador, you haven’t taken off your gloves,” to which he promptly responded, “I think I will leave them on; we might meet ladies!”