[3] The New York Times called him a "veteran Philadelphia newspaper man," known in both his profession and political circles as "Uncle Jim.
Before she went insane, James S. Chambers' wife shared with her grandson her Quaker background, which had a long-term influence on him.
Of his paternal grandfather, Whittaker Chambers wrote that he "approached Falstaff in girth, and equalled him in capacity for liquid intake–chiefly beer."
Despite shortcoming in the eyes of his grandson, "This old reprobate was the first man who sat down with me and explained to me the world in terms of politics and history.
[4][7] James Slater Chambers died, aged 69 or 70, on February 2, 1923, as he was walking home to Germantown from work in down Philadelphia.