Never did I meet an individual who took a more kindly and
sympathetic interest in our school than did Mr. Huntington. He not
only gave money to us, but took time in which to advise me, as a
father would a son, about the general conduct of the school.
More than once I have found myself in some pretty tight places
while collecting money in the North. The following incident I have
never related but once before, for the reason that I feared that
people would not believe it. One morning I found myself in
Providence, Rhode Island, without a cent of money with which to buy
breakfast. In crossing the street to see a lady from whom I hoped to
get some money, I found a bright new twenty-five-cent piece in the
middle of the street track. I not only had this twenty-five cents for
my breakfast, but within a few minutes I had a donation from the lady
on whom I had started to call.
At one of our Commencements I was bold enough to invite the Rev.
E. Winchester Donald, D.D., rector of Trinity Church, Boston, to
preach the Commencement sermon. As we then had no room large enough
to accommodate all who would be present, the place of meeting was
under a large improvised arbour, built partly of brush and partly of
rough boards. Soon after Dr. Donald had begun speaking, the rain came
down in torrents, and he had to stop, while someone held an umbrella
over him.
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