The only autobio worse than TR's was La Follette's quivering piece, or Amos Pinchot's. Seriously. Compare them to Grant's, for example, or even Taft's post-presidential works (no autobiography), both of which are wholly devoid of the Rooseveltian "I". Thank God his nephew didn't live long enough to write his own autobio. Then again, too bad he didn't retire in time to write it...
Can you tell that the whole generation of progressives really pisses me off?
Here's a Bull Moose graphic back at you:
...and another...
... or this...