Once he was a farm boy in Illinois, hating the black soil and the toil, reading the Bible and Shakespeare, yearning for Thespian grace and glory. He was a student in Kansas, boning for the law and persuading his roisterous fraternity fellows to pay a farmer for four stolen turkeys. He was a starveling lawyer, writing orations for practice in the hot, sandy afternoons; galloping his horse to & from a young man's fun in the Kansas night. He was the smartest sprig in Idaho, taking up for downtrod Chinese, farmers, Mormons while he...
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