Pardon My Harvard Accent
ByFARRAR & RINEHART
Atlantic readers have already enjoyed a selection of Mr. Morse’s piquant adventures of the postwar years as purchasing agent of Harvard University. Here they may enjoy in addition a generous selection of his other adventures, beginning with those of his lively boyhood in the New York City of the pre-automobile era. Fresh out of Harvard, he helped manufacture Stanley steamers in Newton. Presently he helped sell them in New York. For a time he worked in a steel mill and then in a textile mill, both in Pennsylvania. In 1917 he resorted to an ingenious bit of finagling to get himself into a job afloat, which soon led him to the wardroom of the destroyer Tucker; he helped her earn the white star on her smokestack that meant a German submarine accounted for. When he was invited to Harvard to inaugurate a systematic purchasing department it was explained to him that he ought to ‘produce references as to character and so forth’ in order to make sure of President Lowell’s approval. Mr. Morse’s handling of that grave problem was strictly typical and a neat enough instance of the way his mind habitually works. He blandly offered as his reference the name of his lifelong summer neighbor, President Lowell. W. F.