d the necessary permits, and enabled
the wife and daughter to reach his bedside before he died.

A poor woman (with a nice little baby), husband, a naturalized American,
was "somewhere in Argentina," wanted to go to his family in one of the
northwestern States. She had no money. We paid her expenses in The Hague
until we could get into communication with the family, and then sent her
home rejoicing.

These are a few examples of the ever-recurring humor and pathos which
touched our incessant grind of peace work in war times at The Hague.
Thousands and thousands of Americans, real or presumptive, passed
through the Legation--all sorts and conditions of men, asking for all
kinds of things.

Our house was transformed into an Inquiry Office and a Bureau for First
Aid to the Injured. There was often a dense throng outside the front
door, filling the street and reaching over into the park. Two Dutch boy
scouts, capital fellows in khaki, volunteered their assistance in
keeping order, and stood guard at the entrance giving out numbered
tickets of admission so that the house would not be choked and all the
work stopped.

You see, Holland was the narrow neck of the bottle, and the incredible
multitudes of Americans who were scattered about in Germany, Austria,
Russia, and parts of Switzerland, came pouring out our way. There was no
end to the extra work. Many a night I did not get my clothes off, but
took a bath and breakfast in the morning and went ahead with the next
day's business. No eight-hour day in that establishment!

It would have been impossible to hold on and keep going but for the
devotion and industry of the entire Legation staff, and the splendid aid
of the volunteers who came to help us through. Professor George Grafton
Wilson, of Harvard, was our Counsellor in International Law. Professor
Philip M. Brown, of Princeton, former Minister to Honduras, gave his
valuable service. Professor F. J. Moore, of the Massachusetts Institute
of Technology, took charge of the registration bureau. Hon. Charles H.
Sherrill, former Ambassador to the Argentine, and Charles Edward
Russell, the Socialist, and his wife, were among our best workers.
Alexander R. Gulick was at the head of the busy correspondence
department. Van Santvoord Merle-Smith, Evans Hubbard, and my son ran the
banking department. These are only a few names among the many good men
and women who helped their country for love.

My library was the Diplomatic Off