“The old lion is dead,” a stunned and distraught Archie Roosevelt wired his siblings from Sagamore Hill on January 6, 1919.  Indeed his father, the redoubtable Rough Rider and 26th president of the United States, had expired gently in the middle of the night.  In his solitary bedchamber at the family estate on a great hill at Oyster Bay, N.Y., Theodore Roosevelt went to the ages, a quietly uncharacteristic act by someone who had otherwise yielded to few men or forces in his 60 tumultuous years.

“Death had to take Roosevelt sleeping,” observed Vice President Marshall, "for if he had been awake, there would have been a fight.”

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Bishop about 24	TR in Panama 1906	Harriet Hartwell Bishop