ROBERT FULTON FUND

          Addressmade on the evening of April 19, 1906

          Mr. Clemens had been asked to address the association by Gen.
          Frederick D. Grant, president.  He was offered a fee of $1,000,
          but refused it, saying: 

“I shall be glad to do it, but I must stipulate that you keep the $1,000, and add it to the Memorial Fund as my contribution to erect a monument in New York to the memory of the man who applied steam to navigation.”

          At this meeting Mr. Clemens made this formal announcement from
          the platform: 

“This is my last appearance on the paid platform.  I shall not retire from the gratis platform until I am buried, and courtesy will compel me to keep still and not disturb the others.  Now, since I must, I shall say good-bye.  I see many faces in this audience well known to me.  They are all my friends, and I feel that those I don’t know are my friends, too.  I wish to consider that you represent the nation, and that in saying good-bye to you I am saying good-bye to the nation.  In the great name of humanity, let me say this final word:  I offer an appeal in behalf of that vast, pathetic multitude of fathers, mothers, and helpless little children.  They were sheltered and happy two days ago.  Now they are wandering, forlorn, hopeless, and homeless, the victims of a great disaster.  So I beg of you, I beg of you, to open your hearts and open your purses and remember San Francisco, the smitten city.”

I wish to deliver a historical address.  I’ve been studying the history of—–­er—­a—­let me see—­a [then he stopped in confusion, and walked over to Gen. Fred D. Grant, who sat at the head of the platform.  He leaned over an a whisper, and then returned to the front of the stage and continued].  Oh yes!  I’ve been studying Robert Fulton.  I’ve been studying a biographical sketch of Robert Fulton, the inventor of—­er—­a —­let’s see—­ah yes, the inventor of the electric telegraph and the Morse sewing—­machine.  Also, I understand he invented the air—­diria—­pshaw!  I have it at last—­the dirigible balloon.  Yes, the dirigible—­but it is a difficult word, and I don’t see why anybody should marry a couple of words like that when they don’t want to be married at all and are likely to quarrel with each other all the time.  I should put that couple of words under the ban of the United States Supreme Court, under its decision of a few days ago, and take ’em out and drown ’em.

I used to know Fulton.  It used to do me good to see him dashing through tile town on a wild broncho.

And Fulton was born in—–­er—­a—­Well, it doesn’t make much difference where he was born, does it?  I remember a man who came to interview me once, to get a sketch of my life.  I consulted with a friend—­a practical man—­before he came, to know how I should treat him.