Moonbeams From The Larger Lunacy

5.1 Aristic Anecdotes -- Of Duke Of Strathyhan


Lady Ranelagh writes: “The Duke of Strathythan (I am writing of course of the seventeenth Duke, not of his present Grace) was, as everybody knows, famous for his hospitality. It was not perhaps generally known that the Duke was as witty as he was hospitable. I recall a most amusing incident that happened the last time but two that I was staying at Strathythan Towers. As we sat down to lunch (we were a very small and intimate party, there being only forty-three of us) the Duke, who was at the head of the table, looked up from the roast of beef that he was carving, and running his eye about the guests was heard to murmur, ‘I’m afraid there isn’t enough beef to go round.’

“There was nothing to do, of course, but to roar with laughter and the incident passed off with perfect savoir faire.”

Here is another story which I think has not had all the publicity that it ought to. I found it in the book Shot, Shell and Shrapnell or Sixty Years as a War Correspondent, recently written by Mr. Maxim Catling whose exploits are familiar to all readers.