“Who do you suppose,” Miss Carew pursued, when the heavings subsided, “will be the Republican candidate for President this year?” “PRESIDENT THEODORE ROOSEVELT!” Taft boomed, puffing out his cheeks. “And who in 1908?” “Oh,” he said, smiling, “that is too far ahead.” “But I had read somewhere that perhaps you would be.” Taft began to talk about golf.
