A meeting occurred at the Rio Grande depot which was not on the program. It was a reunion of old companions, former rough riders. “Hi, you! Horace, here, and Theodore Roosevelt, colonel of the rough riders, seized the hand of Horace K. Devereux and be fa); shaking it like in his young er days he had manipulated the handle of the old college pump at Harvard. Adjutant General Sherman Bell of the national guard, P. A. Wickham, George Sharland and Devereux, all of whom had been troopers under Roosevelt, formed a little circle and began exchanging reminis cences. The colonel told of the cowboy breakfast at Hugo with evident relish and exclaimed to his former soldiers: “And what do you think, there was old Sherman, with all his gold lace and me with a top hat eating just like in the old days. I remember some breakfasts where we didn't have much to eat. Do you remember that morning when we even couldn't get beans? And I think Sher man became a Nebdbucadnezzar and got after the grass.” And there came questions and replies touching upon well-re membered experiences during the Cuban campaign, much laughter and clasping of hands as the president was borne toward the waiting train.