In the early seventies I had the autograph craze badly and secured many from men and women of national reputation. My cousin Pierre Reynolds was collecting at same time, and those that he secured later came to me. Pierre wrote to Mr Clemens asking that he make a pun for him. This is the reply. Along about 1910, for some reason I had taken the autograph to the store, and left it there in a desk drawer for some little time. While there a wandering rat one night located it and chewed a while on it, luckily damaging one corner only.