I was its first President.

I was re-elected annually as long as its meetings were held in my castle--Corrigan--which was five years." Then he showed me an album with twenty-three photographs of me in it.
Five of them were of old dates, the others of various later crops; the list closed with a picture taken by Falk in Sydney a month before.
"You sent us the first five; the rest were bought." This was paradise! We ran late, and talked, talked, talked--subject, the Mark Twain Club of Corrigan Castle, Ireland.
My first knowledge of that Club dates away back; all of twenty years, I should say.

It came to me in the form of a courteous letter, written on the note-paper which I have described, and signed "By order of the President; C.PEMBROKE, Secretary." It conveyed the fact that the Club had been created in my honor, and added the hope that this token of appreciation of my work would meet with my approval.
I answered, with thanks; and did what I could to keep my gratification from over-exposure.
It was then that the long correspondence began.

A letter came back, by order of the President, furnishing me the names of the members-thirty-two in number.

With it came a copy of the Constitution and By-Laws, in pamphlet form, and artistically printed.