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Major McNair, a brusque, genial, stout-hearted soldier, always ready to do the honors of the Regiment under his charge, had on his right Captain Hawkins, an American officer; on his left an American youth and nephew of the officer. The convivial resources of these dinners were of a nature sometimes loud, boisterous, and exhilarating.
McNair lived south of it in a rough stone house the manor of the neighborhood with half a dozen slave huts ranged before the kitchen door, and the gateway between his grounds and the village, as seen from the upper windows of our house, was, to me, the boundary between the known and the unknown, the dread portal through which came Adam, the poor old ragged slave, with whom my nurse threatened me when I did not do as she wished.
Now remember, go to Mac first; maybe you can get the dollar from him, and mind what you tell him. Your husband, Tim Flannigan FROM ME TO MOTHER MRS. THEODORE McNAIR, HOTEL HAMILTON, BERMUDA. Dearest Mother: I hope you will get this before you read the papers, and when you DO read them, you are not to get excited and worried.
George's Cricket Grounds, Hoboken, but Camp never had the satisfaction of sending McNair off the field with a beaten team." Alexander Moffat Every football enthusiast who saw Alex Moffat play had the highest respect for his ability in the game. Alex Moffat was typically Princetonian.
If anybody doubts it, let him try to do the trick. The Varsity team of Princeton in the fall of '79 was captained by Bland Ballard of the class of '80. He had a bunch of giants back of him. There were fifteen on the team in those days, and among them were such men as Devereaux, Brotherlin, Bryan, Irv. Withington, and the mighty McNair.
The following is what an old fellow player has to say about his team mate: "Princeton has lost one of her most remarkable old time athletes in the death of Theodore M. McNair of the class of 1879. "McNair was a classmate of Woodrow Wilson.
"Oh, Douglas, for Heaven's sake stop and save your breath for more interesting topics," exclaimed the latter. The secretary lit a cigar and sat down to glance over the contents of a letter. Muttering some irreverent expressions upon the writer. "Howe, you 'see through a glass darkly," yelled Captain Douglas, "to-morrow you will see face to face Major McNair and the sports of H.M. 52nd.
John headquarters at the former with Major McNair in command, while the companies stationed at St. John were in charge of Sir Thomas Tilden. In His Excellency, Guy Trevelyan had a warm-hearted friend. The son of Colonel Trevelyan was dear to him. Many times Sir Howard looked upon his handsome boyish face, pleased with tracing the strong resemblance between father and son.
"I can't wait on a license. It's for a cousin of mine who's off to Mexico at once. You've got to find some way of obliging an old friend, Mr. McNair." Mr. McNair scratched his head. "I don't see how I can sell you one. But I'll tell you what I'll do I'll lend you one. It belongs to my nephew, Peter Tait, and has been lying in a drawer ever since he came back from the front.
McNair puts forward is on characteristically Liberal lines, because it will endeavour to harmonise the safeguarding of the interests of the State with the maximum freedom to private enterprise and the maximum scope for variety in methods of management. As to transport, we have recently passed an Act altering the form of control of British railways.
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