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of our trips to Europe a few years before my brother graduated from Princeton in 1930, one of the places we had dropped in on was Oxford University in England. My father had the idea that he wanted his sons -- he even at one point had the idea that he wanted us to go to school in Switzerland just to get the Swiss-European culture -- but we didn't do that. But he had a very strong feeling that after college he wanted us to go on to do post-college work in a European university, specifically Oxford.

We stopped on one of our two trips to England at Oxford in the late '20s -- to call on the head of one of the Oxford colleges, to whom my father had an introduction because a contributor to Current History magazine, an American professor, was at that time resident at that Oxford College -- The Queen's College in Oxford. Professor MacElroy, an American history professor, had a fellowship that attached him for I think some years to The Queen's College at Oxford. He was a contributor to Current History magazine. My father knew about Queen's through him so that he arranged on this trip, about 1928 or so, to drop in to meet the provost of The Queen's College with his two sons in tow to introduce, particularly his older son -- my brother, three years older than I -- to Canon Streeter, then the provost, head of the college.

When my brother graduated from Princeton, he spent the next two years, 1930-1932 -- which were two of the happiest years of his life -- at The Queen's College in Oxford as an American student. And my father lived long enough, not to see him graduate from Oxford, which he did after two years, but at least to see him installed at The Queen's College having an absolutely marvelous and very productive and useful time there. And then I followed along --