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