My real acquaintance with Walter Wheeler Cook began in the summer of 1919, when I went on the Yale Law faculty as its greenest member. Cook was then finishing his work at Yale for what proved to be only a temporary hegira to Columbia. Since he was an inveterate office visitor, congenitally disposed to debate everything from the latest theory of jurisprudence to the smallest detail of school operation, and since he took an especial interest in the younger faculty, I would undoubtedly have seen much of him in any event. It so happened, however, that I was given a small office which opened up into his. Hence chance thus put me in the natural flow of the burning lava from his mind, and in con- sequence daily and almost hourly I basked in its gl...