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went backstage when the meeting broke up and he was waiting there in a spot back there. You know what a rough, open, loft-like place backstage is in any theatre or hall. He was waiting there with Fitzgerald. He was peculiarly rough looking, though not tough. He was poorly dressed. He had on a tweed-like sort of jacket, very worn, very baggy, the collar sort of lapped over and pinned with a safety pin. I remember that plainly. He was very, very thin. He stooped so much that I later discovered that he was a taller man than my first impression of him had been. In his hand he had a cap, just exactly the kind of a cap that British workmen wear. You hardly ever see them in merica. It was the cap that the workman touches to the aquire when he comes along. A cap in America is worn by distinguished, well-to-do gentlemen when they are playing golf, or walking in the fields, sort of being country gentlemen. It is never worn by workmen, except these specialized caps that are sort of made for railroad engineers, lobstermen, and things like that. Those are specialized clothes. But the common woolen cap, which every British workman wears, is not usually worn by Americans. If you look at a British crowd picture, you will see that three-quarters