Twenty-one years ago a robust Sergeant in Squadron A, New York City National Guard, was riding through Rock Creek Park, Washington, D. C. Suddenly he heard the familiar voice of Elihu Root, then Secretary of State, saying: "By order of the Secretary of War, Sergeant Stimson will report at once, in person, to the President of the United States." On the other side of Rock Creek he saw Secretary Root and President Roosevelt. Plunging into the rain-swollen, swift-flowing stream, he urged his horse across, arrived wet, triumphant. His summons was merely a Rooseveltian...
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