Reagan The life

H. W. Brands

Book - 2015

"From master storyteller and New York Times bestselling biographer H. W. Brands, twice a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize, comes the first full life of Ronald Reagan since his death. Ronald Reagan today is a conservative icon, celebrated for transforming the American domestic agenda and playing a crucial part in ending communism in the Soviet Union. In his masterful new biography, H. W. Brands argues that Reagan, along with FDR, was the most consequential president of the twentieth century. Reagan took office at a time when the public sector, after a half century of New Deal liberalism, was widely perceived as bloated and inefficient, an impediment to personal liberty. Reagan sought to restore democracy by bolstering capitalism. In Bran...ds's telling, how Reagan, who voted four times for FDR, engineered a conservative transformation of American politics is both a riveting personal journey and the story of America in the modern era. Brands follows Reagan as his ambition for ever larger stages compelled him from a troubled childhood in small-town Illinois to become a radio announcer and then the quintessential public figure of modern America, a movie star. In Hollywood, Reagan edged closer to public service as the president of the Screen Actors' Guild, before a stalled film career led to his unlikely reinvention as the voice of General Electric and a spokesman for corporate America. Reagan follows its subject on his improbable political rise, from the 1960s, when he was first elected governor of California, to his triumphant election in 1980 as president of the United States. Brands employs archival sources not available to previous biographers and dozens of interviews with surviving members of the administration. The result is an exciting narrative and a fresh understanding of a crucially important president and his era"--

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New York : Doubleday [2015]
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English
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H. W. Brands (-)
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First edition
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805 pages, 16 pages of unnumbered plates : illustrations (some color) ; 25 cm
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Includes bibliographical references and index.
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9780385536394
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Review by Choice Review

Ronald Reagan remains a subject of endless fascination. He is generally considered the icon of the Republican Party in much the way that Franklin D. Roosevelt is the icon of the Democratic Party. Brands (Texas), author of biographies of Andrew Jackson (CH, Apr'06, 43-4856), Theodore Roosevelt (CH, May'98, 35-5250), and Franklin D. Roosevelt, now adds this biography of Reagan. Too often, Reagan is seen as a polarizing figure. For some, he was a warmonger who rolled back some of the liberal gains of the 1960s through deregulation and tax cuts; for others, Reagan offered a refreshing change from the stale Carter era. Refreshingly, Brands takes Reagan seriously as a leader and is quick to commend his leadership skills yet offers criticism when warranted. For instance, despite his "Star Wars" anti-ballistic missile shield program, Reagan proved flexible when Gorbachev extended an offer of peace. On the other hand, Reagan strapped the country with massive debt and, either through intent or neglect, distanced himself from his own troubles, such as the Iran-Contra Affair, to the point that Brands argues Reagan would have been fired had he been a senior manager of a company. In conclusion, Brands offers another rounded portrait of Reagan, who, in the end, remains a somewhat elusive figure. Summing Up: Highly recommended. All levels/libraries. --Matthew Scott Hill, Liberty University

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Review by New York Times Review

FOR A MAN who lived most of his life on camera, Ronald Reagan eludes focus. There was, and remains, a gauziness to the picture; Reagan retained, throughout his political career, the remoteness of a screen idol, though he never achieved that status as a movie actor. He was ubiquitous for decades and, as president, left a lasting imprint on America's political culture. Yet he was all the same an unknowable man - even to those nearest him. In White House meetings, he was mostly silent, often leaving his aides to guess at (and feud over) his views. In his personal relationships, he was unfailingly warm but rarely intimate. "He doesn't let anybody get too close," one observer said. "There's a wall around him." That the observer was his wife, Nancy, should give pause to any politician or pundit who claims to know what Reagan would do if he were here today. (It should, but it won't.) It should also serve as a warning to any biographer. A two-volume treatment by Lou Cannon, who covered Reagan as a reporter for more than three decades, arguably got close to the real Reagan. But that was a rare achievement. The example of Edmund Morris provides a cautionary tale: In the mid-1980s, having won the Pulitzer Prize, he signed on to write an authorized biography of Reagan and was given extraordinary access to the man and his papers. Yet Morris found his subject so confounding that - in a spectacularly misguided attempt to understand and explain Reagan - he rendered himself a fictional character, worked his way into Reagan's life story and called the resulting book, "Dutch," "an advance in biographical honesty." Once described as "America's Boswell," Morris ended up as Reagan's Ahab - driven mad by his mission to "strike through the mask," as Melville's accursed captain put it. Few authors since have dared reckon with Reagan's life in full. And where biographers fear to tread, monographers run wild and free, publishing shorter takes on narrower topics. The Reagan canon contains books on his spirituality, his character and his dream of a world free of nuclear weapons; books on his successful run for governor of California in 1966, his failed campaign for the Republican nomination in 1976 and his election as president in 1980; and books on his love letters to Nancy and his relationships with Speaker of the House Thomas P. (Tip) O'Neill and Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher. Taken together, these books constitute a blind-men-and-the-elephant approach to reconstructing Reagan. Even if one were to read them all, Reagan's own question - a line from one of his films, "King's Row" - would remain: "Where's the rest of me?" The answer might seem likely to be found somewhere in "Reagan: The Life," the first substantial biography of the 40th president in the decade and a half since "Dutch." Undaunted by Morris's misadventure, the historian H.W. Brands does not break a sweat in his brisk, if extended, stroll through Reagan's long life. Brands is at ease in the company of a colossus; in "Reagan," as in his popular biographies of Andrew Jackson, Franklin Roosevelt and other great men, he breezes through and around complexities without pause or digression. His portrait of Reagan is fair-minded if fond; "Reagan" is free of the partisan ax-grinding and mostly free of the mythmaking that characterizes much of the Reagan bookshelf. Brands makes clear that Reagan was, in many ways, a paradox: an "ideologist" who was open to compromise, even on taxes and federal spending; a reflexive optimist with a wide streak of "negativity"; a staunch anti-Communist whose policies toward the "evil empire" were, as Brands notes, mostly cautious, "pragmatic" and "nonjudgmental." Like his subject, Brands appears happiest when he's telling a story, and Reagan, of course, provides many excellent ones - from his good humor in the emergency room after being shot by John Hinckley in 1981 to his two-day-long negotiation with the Soviet leader Mikhail Gorbachev in Reykjavik, Iceland, in 1986, the prelude to a historic arms reduction agreement the following year. Few of these stories, though, are unfamiliar. "Reagan" is a greatest hits collection that is light on new material. Considered against other biographies in its weight class - those mega-books to which the word "definitive" adheres as if by laws of physics - Brands's account is peculiarly unambitious, overfull of pat and timeworn observations. On Reagan's enduring appeal, he writes that "Reagan loved the camera, and the camera loved him. The affair would last a lifetime." On the political power of Reagan's jokes and anecdotes, he notes that "democratic elections are, at their most basic level, popularity contests, and Reagan knew how to be popular." It is counterintuitive to call an 800-page book superficial, but length does not equal depth. Brands, who holds an endowed chair in history at the University of Texas at Austin, shows a surprising indifference to the literature on his subject. Aside from marquee memoirs by Michael Deaver, Donald Regan, George Shultz and other members of the Reagan staff and cabinet, Brands draws on very few books at all, and apparently even fewer primary documents - typically the biographer's manna. This despite the government's rolling declassification of millions of pages of memos, notes and correspondence from the Reagan years. The chapter on Reagan's February 1981 address to Congress, in which he set out his economic agenda, cites only a single source: the text of the speech. An account of Reagan's six-day visit to China in 1984 relies almost exclusively on Reagan's own diary. "THE MOST IMPORTANT source of information on Ronald Reagan," Brands observes in a note on sources, "is Reagan himself." It's true that Reagan, the former actor, did an impressive amount of his own scripting as a politician, writing not only speeches and letters but also policy essays and radio addresses. Reagan's diaries can be refreshingly frank. Brands quotes a June 14, 1982, entry in which Reagan admits to sharing his advisers' irritation with Al Haig, his contentious secretary of state: "It's amazing how sound he can be on complex international matters," Reagan writes, "but how utterly paranoid with regard to the people he must work with." Often, though, Brands simply steps back and allows Reagan - who frequently conflated fact and fiction, and had trouble distinguishing movie plots from reality - to function as his own narrator. At times, Brands casts doubt on Reagan's version of events, but usually he lets Reagan speak for himself, unchecked and unchallenged. "Reagan" is, in the end, a missed opportunity - a disappointingly thin and strangely inert portrait of a president who, given his hold on the conservative imagination, still needs to be better understood. His admirers have worked so assiduously for so long to promote a particular notion of Reagan - the tax-cutting, government-loathing Reagan, the line-in-the-sand Reagan who was unafraid to rattle a saber or call an empire "evil" - that over time it has become harder, not easier, to apprehend the essential Reagan, contradictions and all. The appropriation of Reagan's image by those who reject and deny his political pragmatism requires in response a sharper, clearer, fuller portrait than Brands provides. The rest of Reagan might never be knowable, but the search is important, and ought to go on. 'The most important source of information on Ronald Reagan is Reagan himself.' JEFF SHESOL is the author, most recently, of "Supreme Power: Franklin Roosevelt vs. the Supreme Court."

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Review by Booklist Review

A has-been actor turned GE spokesman, Reagan was tapped by Barry Goldwater in the 1964 presidential campaign to introduce him during a campaign event. That was Reagan's big break into politics. Three years later, he was elected governor of California. His charm and affability put a friendlier face on conservatism, and his knack for storytelling helped him reduce complex political issues into understandable emotions. Brands recounts Reagan's career in Hollywood, his metamorphosis from liberal to conservative, and his long journey to the presidency. Drawing on interviews with Reagan colleagues, Brands examines Reagan's relationships with alleged handlers, from Nancy Reagan to powerful administration figures Alexander Haig, Ed Meese, and Jim Baker. Like any president, Reagan had his triumphs and stumbles, including the Iran-Contra scandal, but is likely best remembered for his relationship with Soviet leader Mikhail Gorbachev and his powerful demand to tear down the Berlin Wall. Brand compares Reagan to Roosevelt for his impact on his party's ideals and on American politics. This is a detailed look at a president who sparked much controversy and affection and it belongs in most collections of presidential biography.--Bush, Vanessa Copyright 2015 Booklist

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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review

This biography by Brands (The Man Who Saved the Union), a historian at the University of Texas at Austin, is a reminder of how difficult it is to construct a clear historical portrait of Ronald Reagan and his wide-ranging career. Reagan remains an extremely polarizing figure; sympathetic authors tend to soften his rough edges, while others willfully ignore his successes or vilify him outright. Brands generally falls in the former camp. He admirably summarizes Reagan's life and times; the writing is clear and the progression of events moves swiftly. Worth noting is how Reagan, "a radio man himself," learned from F.D.R.'s fireside chats. As governor of California, Reagan effectively employed divisive language in dealing with student protesters-"cowardly little bums"-and, as president, successfully wrangled with both Mikhail Gorbachev and the White House press corps. But Brands's apologetic tone can muddy the issues at hand. For instance, when addressing the film industry's blackballing of those who refused to testify before the House Un-American Activities Committee, he writes that "creative work suffered when fear ruled. But the risk was worth taking, for the good of the country." Is this Brands's opinion, or that of his subject? This is a thorough overview, but it adds little to the existing narrative of Reagan. (June) © Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.

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Review by Library Journal Review

In this dense biography, Pulitzer finalist Brands (The First American) focuses on the life of Ronald Reagan (1911-2004), moving chronologically through the diverse phases and careers of the popular yet controversial president. There is rarely much background or context for anyone else around Reagan (such as his wife, Nancy, Richard Nixon, or Barry Goldwater), which is at once a strength and weakness of the work. Readers seeking a broader account may consider Rick Perlstein's The Invisible Bridge, which investigates an era when Reagan transformed from an unknown into a political force through his persuasive communication abilities and shrewd strategy. What Brands's chronicle does better than similar texts is demonstrate the evolution of the man, from the son of an alcoholic to the Great Communicator, by shining light on aspects of Reagan's achievements and personality that prove him to be somewhat awkward (shown in funny, lonely letters to friends while an actor), solitary (demonstrated in ranch sojourns), and mysterious. The author fantastically depicts a man who was alone in a crowd while maintaining a magnetic charisma. Analysis of Reagan's political decisions tends toward the favorable. -VERDICT While the narrative ends with Reagan's death, his decisions and policies continue to be divisive topics among historians, economists, and political analysts. For fans of Reagan as well as readers of American history, biography, presidential history, political science, and communication. [See Prepub Alert, 11/25/14.]-Benjamin Brudner, Curry Coll. Lib., Milton, MA © Copyright 2015. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

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Review by Kirkus Book Review

Monumental life of the president whom some worship and some despisewith Brands (History/Univ. of Texas; The Man Who Saved the Union: Ulysses Grant in War and Peace, 2012, etc.) providing plenty of justification for both reactions. At least some of Ronald Reagan's (1911-2004) perceived greatness, suggests the author, came about as a gift of historical accident. Federal Reserve chairman Paul Volcker "squeezed the inflationary expectations out of the economy and put it on the path to solid growth" in the middle of Jimmy Carter's recession-plagued presidency, just in time for Reagan to harvest the praise when things did turn around. Some came about because the man, though actually distant, expressed a warmth that made people think he cared about them, a good talent for a politico to have. Some came about because, though Reagan had an ideology, he was also a pragmatist who understood that the reason to enter government is to governsomething so many of his followers have forgotten. Brands, a lucid, engaging writer, traces interesting connections between Reagan the politician and Reagan the actor: he was typecast early on as a good guy who played the law-and-order type against more compelling villains, and he learned from Errol Flynn's blacklisting for left-wing views that conservatism was a safer bet. Brands gives Reagan full honors for realism and hard work, as well as a grasp of the need to do sometimes-unpopular things like raising taxes: "American conservativesdisliked taxes but disliked deficits even more." Given the timidity of later politicians to own up to unpleasant facts, there's fresh air in all that, even when it had bad or mixed resultsthe "most sweeping revision of the tax code since World War II," say, or Iran-Contra, which, by Brands' account, was a phase in Reagan's long war against his "ultimate target," Fidel Castro. An exemplary work of history that should bring Reagan a touch more respect in some regards but that removes the halo at the same time. Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.

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1 Reagan remembered three things from childhood: that his father was a drunk, that his mother was a saint, and that his ability to make an audience laugh afforded an antidote to life's insecurities and embarrassments. "When I was eleven, I came home from the YMCA one cold, blustery, winter's night," Reagan recalled decades later. "My mother was gone on one of her sewing jobs, and I expected the house to be empty." Nelle Reagan worked to supplement her husband's earnings. "As I walked up the stairs, I nearly stumbled over a lump near the front door; it was Jack lying in the snow, his arms outstretched, flat on his back." Reagan and his older brother, Neil, called his mother and father by their first names. "I leaned over to see what was wrong and smelled whiskey. He had found his way home from a speakeasy and had just passed out right there. For a moment or two, I looked down at him and thought about continuing on into the house and going to bed, as if he weren't there. But I couldn't do it. When I tried to wake him he just snored--loud enough, I suspected, for the whole neighborhood to hear him. So I grabbed a piece of his overcoat, pulled it, and dragged him into the house." The boy watched his father during several years and drew inferences. "Jack wasn't one of those alcoholics who went on a bender after he'd had a run of bad luck or who drowned his sorrows in drink," Reagan said. "No, it was prosperity that Jack couldn't stand. When everything was going perfectly, that's when he let go, especially if during a holiday or family get-together that gave him a reason to do it. At Christmas, there was always a threat hanging over our family. We knew holidays were the most likely time for Jack to jump off the wagon. So I was always torn between looking forward to Christmas and being afraid of its arrival." Jack Reagan's drinking made him an unreliable breadwinner, and the family bounced around Illinois during his younger son's first decade. Ronald Wilson Reagan was born in Tampico on February 6, 1911. The family moved to Chicago when he was two, then to Galesburg, to Monmouth, and back to Tampico. The places passed like scenes outside a car window. Reagan remembered a noisy fire engine from Chicago that made him want to be a fireman. America entered World War I in April 1917, when the family was in Galesburg; the soldiers on the troop trains passing through seemed to a six-year-old to embody adventure and heroism. The war ended in November 1918, with the family in Monmouth, where the celebrations almost overwhelmed the lad. "The parades, the torches, the bands, the shoutings and drunks, and the burning of Kaiser Bill in effigy created in me an uneasy feeling of a world outside my own," he remembered. The family landed in Dixon when Reagan was nine. The town of ten thousand became his home until he left for college. Jack Reagan pulled himself together a bit, or perhaps Nelle simply put a stop to the serial moves. But as his sons grew into teenagers, they encountered challenges of a different sort. Dixon had few Catholics and disliked most of those. The boys didn't practice their father's faith, but the malignant papism the town bullies saw in Jack Reagan was imputed to them, and they were forced to defend themselves, sometimes with fists. More insidious and less amenable to riposte was the scorn they endured on account of Jack's boozing. Nelle Reagan explained her husband's weakness in terms intended to elicit the boys' sympathy and understanding. "Nelle tried so hard to make it clear he had a sickness that he couldn't help, and she constantly reminded us of how good he was to us when he wasn't drinking," Reagan recalled. Nelle was Scots-English by ancestry, to Jack's Irish, and she displayed the proverbial thriftiness of the Scot. Not that she had much choice, given her husband's uncertain earnings. She mended and re-mended Neil's clothes for passing down to Ronnie. She sent Neil to the butcher to cadge liver for a mythical family cat. She filled the stew pot with oatmeal and passed it off as a delicacy. "I remember the first time she brought a plate of oatmeal meat to the table," Reagan recounted. "There was a thick, round patty buried in gravy that I'd never seen before. I bit into it. It was moist and meaty, the most wonderful thing I'd ever eaten." Nelle schooled her boys in religion, by precept and especially by example. She spent every Sunday at the Disciples of Christ Church and took the boys with her, to Sunday school at first and then to the regular services. She never thought ill of anyone, so far as her sons could tell. "While my father was a cynic and tended to suspect the worst of people, my mother was the opposite," Reagan remembered. "She always expected to find the best in people and often did, even among the prisoners at our local jail to whom she frequently brought hot meals." She preached and practiced the Golden Rule. "My mother always taught us: 'Treat thy neighbor as you would want your neighbor to treat you.' " She put others ahead of herself, and her sons foremost. "While my father was filled with dreams of making something of himself, she had a drive to help my brother and me make something of ourselves." In one respect Jack Reagan seemed entirely admirable to his sons. Their youth witnessed the revival of the Ku Klux Klan, which added Catholics, Jews, and immigrants to African Americans as targets of its venom. Jack forbade the boys to see The Birth of a Nation, the D. W. Griffith film that made heroes out of the white-robed vigilantes. In vain did Neil and Ronnie point out that all the other kids were seeing the picture and that, anyway, the Klan in the movie was of a different time and place. "The Klan's the Klan, and a sheet's a sheet, and any man who wears one over his head is a bum," Reagan recalled Jack saying. Reagan told another story that Jack had told him. On the road for work, Jack checked into a hotel where the proprietor assured him, "You'll like it here, Mr. Reagan. We don't permit a Jew in the place." Jack grabbed his suitcase and turned to leave. "I'm a Catholic," he declared. "If it's come to the point where you won't take Jews, then some day you won't take me either." Jack Reagan spent that cold night in his car. Neil Reagan was socially adept and a good athlete, with little trouble finding a niche after each of the family's moves. Ronnie, two and a half years younger, wasn't so lucky. The frequent relocations left him disconcerted. "I was forever the new kid in school," he remembered with retrospective anxiety. "During one period of four years, I attended four different schools." Neil's grace at sports eluded him. "I was small and spent a lot of time at the bottom of pile-ons in sandlot football games. In baseball, I was forever striking out or suffering the indignity of missing an easy fly ball. I was so lousy at baseball that when our group was choosing up sides for a game, I was always the last kid chosen. I remember one time when I was in the eighth grade. I was playing second base and a ball was hit straight toward me but I didn't realize it. Everybody was looking at me, expecting me to catch it. I just stood there. The ball landed behind me and everybody said, 'Oh, no!' " Decades later the memory still stung. "You don't forget things like that." Some of his trouble was myopia, which glasses partially remedied, albeit at the cost of his being taunted as "Four-Eyes." He preferred the nickname Dutch, originally for the way Nelle cut his hair. But the damage to his psyche had been done. "I had a lot of trouble convincing myself I was good enough to play with the other kids, a deficiency of confidence that's not a small matter when you're growing up in a youthful world dominated by sports and games. I was always the first to think: I can't make the team. I'm not as good as Jack or Jim or Bill." In one respect, though, he was as good as the others. Nelle Reagan contributed to the cultural life of Dixon by organizing amateur performances at her church, where participants delivered passages from books, plays, poems, or speeches they had committed to memory. Nelle performed and loved the experience. She encouraged her sons to join her. Neil accepted readily; Dutch required convincing. But she persisted and eventually won him over. "Summoning my courage," he recalled, "I walked up to the stage that night, cleared my throat, and made my theatrical debut. I don't remember what I said, but I'll never forget the response: People laughed and applauded. That was a new experience for me and I liked it. I liked that approval. For a kid suffering childhood pangs of insecurity, the applause was music." The music fed his fondness for stories. Reagan was an early reader, with a sticky memory. The tales of the Rover Boys, of Tarzan and Frank Merriwell, provided escape from his father's drinking and smoothed the rough edges of life for the new kid struggling to fit in. Someday, he dreamed, his world would be like that of the popular, athletic Merriwell. Stories also provided a rare chance to bond with his father, who taught him how to spin a yarn. "He had a wry, mordant humor," Reagan remembered of Jack. "He was the best raconteur I ever heard, especially when it came to the smoking-car sort of stories." Nelle took exception to her husband's bawdy tales, but on this point her son sided with his father. "Jack always made clear to us that there was a time and place for this sort of anecdote; he drew a sharp line between lusty vulgar humor and filth. To this day I agree with his credo and join Jack and Mark Twain in asserting that one of the basic forms of American humor is the down-to-earth wit of the ordinary person, and the questionable language is justified if the point is based on real humor." An inspiring teacher encouraged young Reagan's storytelling. B. J. Frazer informed the students in his ninth-grade English class that good writing should be entertaining as well as informative. "That prodded me to be imaginative with my essays," Reagan recalled. "Before long he was asking me to read some of my essays to the class, and when I started getting a few laughs, I began writing them with the intention of entertaining the class. I got more laughs and realized I enjoyed it as much as I had those readings at church." His stories displayed various motifs. " 'Twas the night of Hallowe'en, but nothing was still," he wrote in one. "The good people went to sleep that memorial"--presumably "memorable"--"Saturday night with the sounds of laughter, running feet, and muffled shouts ringing in their ears. Then they were peaceful, and only then, at twelve o'clock, a gasping, panting roar awakened the town." The town's pranksters have been at work in the dark beyond the rail station. "The freight due from the north was vainly fighting to get over a hundred foot stretch of greased track." Eventually, the engineer coaxes his engine and cars beyond the slippery spot. "But the next morning a greater shock came. The city was transformed, but less beautiful. The telephone poles were artistically draped with porch furniture, signs, and various parts of buggys and wagons. The streets looked like rummage sales, while schools and stores found their doorways piled with representatives of the last nights"--here the sentence ends, short a word or two and an apostrophe. The story concludes with a flourish: "But alas! Except for an occasional chair on a telephone pole, the scene was soon shattered by the respective owners of the collected articles." In eleventh grade he crafted a longer tale. "Mark had, with an air of mystery and promise, insisted that I dine with him," it began. Mark and the narrator are students at Yale--the alma mater of Frank Merriwell--and they are visiting New York City for the day. "Here we were, in one of those little cafes tucked in a cranny just off Broadway, a place without the elegance of famous places, and without the soiled squalor of the Bowery, a place that defied any attempt to classify it." They overhear two men seated nearby discussing a nefarious plot. "One was a tall dark man with glittering black eyes and a lean hard jaw. His companion, who seemed to do most of the talking, was a swarthy, dark haired man, short and stout with a pointed Van Dyke beard and a pointed waxed mustache. Suddenly we heard the talkative man hiss, 'Fool! bombs are too bungling. Gas is smooth and silent.' My heart suddenly cross-blocked my liver and my adams apple drop-kicked a tonsil." The conspirators depart the restaurant but leave behind a piece of paper, which Mark snatches up. The paper has a diagram of the U.S. Treasury building in Washington. "The word gas seared through my brain like a hurtling meteorite. For outlined in red ink on the map was the complete ventilation system of the Treasury building." Mark and the narrator stare at each other. "We were speechless. It did not seem possible that two mere undergraduates of Yale should stand alone between this gang of maniacs and the horrible tragedy outlined on that soiled paper." But they have to try. They race to the local police station and convey their intelligence to the sergeant, who piles them into his squad car to chase down the plotters. They catch them, only to have the desperate pair laugh in their faces. They are not criminals at all, but fugitives from a mental asylum, as Mark discovers from a newspaper conveniently at hand. "He held before our startled eyes a screaming headline, 'Lunatics Escape. Reward.' Beneath these startling words were photographs of our new found friends. So the honor of 'old Eli' was upheld." B. J. Frazer headed Dixon High's drama program when he wasn't teaching English, and he encouraged Reagan to try out. Reagan did so gladly, seeking more of that welcome music. By this time he had outgrown a bit of his shyness, not least by discovering a sport, football, that required neither keen eyesight nor particular coordination in those who played the line. Yet the sensitivities of earlier days remained, and performing onstage continued to ease them. "For a teenager still carrying around some old feelings of insecurity, the reaction of my classmates was more music to my ears," he said. The experience grew more habit-forming with each curtain call. "By the time I was a senior, I was so addicted to student theatrical productions that you couldn't keep me out of them." Excerpted from Reagan: A Life by H. W. Brands All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.