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My Years with Ludwig von Mises.pdf - The Ludwig von Mises Institute

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CHAPTER II<br />

IT WAS in autumn 1925, when I went to a dinner party at the home<br />

of a journalist, Dr. Fritz Kaufmann, that I first met <strong>Ludwig</strong> <strong>von</strong><br />

<strong>Mises</strong>. Kaufmann's wife was the daughter of our beloved pediatrician,<br />

who-as long as Feri was alive-used to come to the apartment<br />

every Saturday morning to have a look at the children. (This<br />

was done for an annual fee. One can .hardly imagine today that<br />

there ever existed arrangements like this <strong>with</strong> a private physician.)<br />

Only recently I found a handwritten letter of recommendation<br />

from <strong>Ludwig</strong> for Fritz Kaufmann, written in 1943: HDr. Fritz<br />

Kaufmann was about twenty years ago a student of mine at the<br />

University of Vienna, Austria. He has well succeeded in acquiring<br />

a broad knowledge of economics and especially of the problems of<br />

currency, banking and finance. After his graduation he worked as a<br />

journalist <strong>with</strong> various newspapers and periodicals in Vienna and<br />

in Berlin. His editorials and articles were highly appreciated by<br />

the most competent experts."<br />

<strong>The</strong>re were six guests that evening, one of them was <strong>Ludwig</strong> <strong>von</strong><br />

<strong>Mises</strong>, a forty-four-year-old professor of economics, who also had<br />

a law degree from the University of Vienna. But that evening I had<br />

no idea who he was. What impressed me about him were his beautiful,<br />

clear blue eyes, always concentrated on the person to whom<br />

he talked, never shifting away. His dark hair, already a little grayish<br />

at the sides, was parted, not one hair out of place. I liked his<br />

hands, his long slim fingers, which clearly showed that he did not<br />

use them for manual work. He was dressed <strong>with</strong> quiet elegance. A<br />

dark custom-made suit, a fitting silk necktie. 'His posture indicated<br />

the former army officer.<br />

He sat next to me, and the conversation was mostly about eco-<br />

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