My old friends and all my neighbors of old Dutchess County! . . . It is, I think, just 23 years ago that I chanced to be in Poughkeepsie on a very hot Saturday morning in August. In front of the courthouse I ran across a group of friends of mine. . . . They kidnapped me—one of the first cases of deliberate kidnapping on record—and took me out to the policemen's picnic. On that joyous occasion of clams and sauerkraut and real beer I made my first speech and I have been apologizing...

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