Personal Memories of Ernest Jones

I have only one justification for talking tonight, but it seems to me that it is a good one: I have known Ernest Jones longer than any of the previous speakers, including his wife, and my friendship with him lasted for a period of fifty years. What I can mention of this here are no more than a few highlights, personal as well as professional. The two kinds are difficult to disentangle from each other, a fact which is rather characteristic of the circumstances of my life.

I met Ernest Jones for the first time in 1908 as a guest at the dinner table of my home in Vienna. He was, then, a good-looking, personable young man and I, a school-girl, quite impressed by him. His travelling companion was A. A. Brill from New York, and he and Brill were at the spearhead of a large number of later visitors. However, they were the first who spoke English, which made me decide to learn that language so as not to be prevented from understanding their conversations in the future.

In the years that followed my contacts with Ernest Jones were few and far between, a fact easily explained by his move to Canada and other travels and commitments as described by Dr Gillespie to-night.

Then, at the age of 18, I spent my first holiday in England, partly with friends near Arundel, partly in a girls' boarding school on the south coast. When my boat from the continent docked, there was Ernest Jones on the landing stage, with a bouquet of flowers in his hands to welcome me. Naturally, I was flattered and impressed, though not without a lurking suspicion that his interest was more directed to my father than to myself—a circumstance to which I had become used. However that may have been, he certainly did not show any lack of attention. He put himself out considerably to fetch me from the places where I stayed and to show me the beauties of England, which he loved. There was a never forgotten trip in a boat going up the river Thames. There was a book 'The Highways and Byways of Sussex' which