"Often when a Boundary man was ordered to the field, and so relieved of paper work in the Washington office, he was the ‘honor man,’ so to speak, at a farewell dinner in the old Century Club. This small club occupied a town house, long since torn down on Vermont Avenue, opposite where the Veterans Administration now stands, bordering Lafayette Square. It was composed of a rebel group from the old University Club, which was at K Street. I think it was the former mansion of President Taft when he was in the cabinet. These rebels wanted better food, drink, and conversation, and they attained all three objectives. They were field men not only of the Forest Service, but of the Geological Survey, the Reclamation Service, the Biological Survey, and other agencies particularly engaged In the West. Although, as far as I know, he had nothing to do with the Invention, the bartender then bore the name of a potent cocktail, the Hughes. This, I believe, was a precursor of the famed Gibson. Parenthetically, I might note that I knew Hugh Gibson, for whom the cocktail was later named, when he was in our diplomatic service as a brilliant ambassador. He was a close associate of Herbert Hoover in Belgian Relief days, and we all knew him in the American Relief Administration. Talking with me one day, I remember, he said that he had been appointed to the State Department when he was a young man through Senator Thomas Bard of California. I said this was Interesting, because Senator Bard was my wife’s uncle. Hugh Gibson was famous in the diplomatic corps for his wit. I wonder now if he and Adlai Stevenson are matching bon mots somewhere in the wild blue yonder."