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Note: Lloyd was a typical younger brother, lively and loved to tease his sisters. One day, his mother received a message from the railroad station" "Come and get your monkey." Only one person in the family could have any knowledge of that, so Lloyd was dispatched to the station. He returned carrying a wooded crate with a long tail hanging out from between the slats and followed by a parade of small boys. Every day after school the front yard was filled with boys seeking a glimpse of the monkey and trampling the grass to dust until finally Gabriella had to send for the police to disperse them. One day Ella heard a terrible racket in the cellar. Going down she found the monkey chasing their cat round and round the cellar. Finally the cat leapt on her shoulder shivering in terror. Shortly after this a move for the monkey was found at the zoo. For many years a hard straw hat with shallow crown and narrow brim, called a boater, was the style for men and boys. One afternoon Lloyd came home with the brim of his hat hanging around his neck and the crown still on his head. "Jimmy did it." Ella knew her son. Her answer was, "And what had you done to him?" As a young man, Lloyd was stationed in the Philippines as a government inspector and he had fascinating stories to tell the next generation. The interior was still wind and the different tribes warred with one another, some of them being head hunters. Bearers would carry his baggage from one town to another, but as they approached the boundary of a village, they would drop the baggage on the ground and run before possible hostile men came out from that village to pick up Lloyd's bags. In one place women wore only a skirt. Once on seeing a strange man approaching a woman, realizing her breasts were uncovered, pulled up her skirt to cover herself; then she realized her face was uncovered so she threw up her skirt again and covered her face. Satisfied that modesty had been achieved, she went on her way. At a port the local tax collector had stolen the money. Warned of the inspector's arrival he hid the safe containing the money. Lloyd looked around and saw there seemed to be no place or cover to hide a safe -- except the bay which Lloyd ordered dragged and sure enough, there it was in the water. Another tax collector, feeling that all was lost on the arrival of the inspector, hurriedly hung himself. As he entered the office, Lloyd saw the man hanging from a rafter and turned to one of the men who accompanied him and said, "Ssst, cut that man down." If there was anyone around who was of lower rank than yourself, you lost face if you performed a task he could do. So the first man turned to a second and said, "Ssst, cut that man down." He turned to a third and said, "Ssst, cut that man down," who turned to a forth, etc. Meantime, the man was turning blue and Lloyd had cut him down himself. Then Lloyd said to one of the men, "Get a bucket of water to throw on him, and don't tell anyone else to do it!" On the 26 of March, 1910, Lloyd married Jean Griest in Kansas City, Kansas. It was not a satisfactory marriage. She did not like living abroad or keeping house. After awhile she left him and returned to new York to live with her girl friend. There was no divorce, but they remained separated the rest of their lives. Lloyd grew cynical and had a rather bitter sense of humor. Later in life he started drinking too much. He was really an ex patriot as he always lived out of the country. He became manager if New York City Bank in Rosario, Argentina. Every three years he would have a long vacation and always stayed with our family when he came to the States. He was very generous to our family, helping Charlie and Budge with the college education. It was always a great event when Uncle Lloyd came from far away to spend his vacation with us and it was always with great anticipation to see what he had brought. When the family moved to Swarthmore, they didn't own a radio. Uncle Lloyd gave us a fine one. One summer day, a small sport Ford drove up to the house. Lloyd got out and presented it to Arthur C. Howland.
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