Life — July 1, 1909 — page 36: what you’re looking at

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The Spec- tator’s chair happened to be placed next tha a fine-looking man v ated accent in- stantly proclaimed him ishman. He had a cordial manner, and struck up a conversation with the Spectator ot Sandy Hook. In the course of events the gracious stranger handed the Spectator his card, which read: Mr, — Clogher; Macclesfield Thorpe, Perversy, Stroud, Glos.; only that wasn't the exact address, but similar. But when the Spectator addressed his acquaintance as Mr. Clog-her, the British gen- tleman never quivered an cyclash, but said blandly, “ Pronounced Klore, if you don't min and the Spectator was very careful about it after that Things went very smoothly for some time with the language as she is spoken, until the Spec- The ale that for purity, out erival. One taste We speaks for Uself. (At leading Hotels, Restaurants and Cafes } A. 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Position Unrivalled io LONDON. THE LANGHAM HOTEL Portland Place and Regent St. W. FAMILY HOTEL of the HIGHEST ORDER In Fashionable and Healthy Locality. Reduced Inciastoe Terms daring Aucust and Sentember. umphant finger upon it. “Oh, Pomfret!” said pale-eyed ticket-vender, and smiled pityingly. hat's it—Pomfret,” the ‘Spectator said bravely, and pocketed his heavy change. At the station at “Pomfret” ,a quaint old omnibus stood waiting with a sign on the side announcing that it conveyed passengers to the St. Leger Inn and Wrensfordsley Hall for six- pence. The Spectator approached the sleepy- looking driver and asked him which was the smaller house, the St. Leger or the Wrens- fordsley. Again that blank, dazed look that the Spectator had now learned to connect with his 1 pronunciation. Puzzled, he looked at the s again. How in thunder could he twist his tongue round to make them different? What was the answer? See here, my good man you pronounce this na r with his stick. Why, Sillenger, sir.” . I!!!” said the Spectator. “And now how do you pronounce this?”—his stick on Wrens- fordsley. " Rensley, sir.” “Well, drive me to Rensley Hall, then.” And the Spectator got in and made some notes in his little red book, and laughed softly all to himself. After that the Spectator commenced to make a collection, not of snuff-boxes or old Chelsea or Sheffield plate, but of names pronounced as far from the way they are spelled as possible. A Mr. Colclough sold fish in a Surrey village and pro- nounced his name Cokley, without rhyme or reason. A Mr. Magheramorn was cle hotel, and got Marramorn out of his name Spectator was introduced to a Mr. Munic, found out afterwards that he spelled it Monzie. How do you suppose he ever got Munie out of that? A lovely young English widow was the lady at the Spectator’s left at an English dinner party; she was called Riven, but the Spectator learned afterwards that it was only an alias, her real name being Ruthven, The Earl of Wemyss had a birthday while the Spectator was in Lon- don, and the newspapers gave a review of his admirable life. The Spectator forgot bis cau- tion, and, addressing an English friend, spoke praise of the Earl of Wemiss’s admirable quali- ties, A shade of the blank look, followed by a flash of enlightenment, came into the English- man’s eyes. “Ah, yes,” blandly, “Weems is a fine old statesman.” Weems! Now what do you think of that? When the Spectator en- countered the familiar names of Hough and Ralph, he felt secure and on his own ground, but imagine how weak he got in the knees when they came back to him as Huff and Rafe, with the long accent on a. After that the Spectator thought it was time to go home to rest, and so he sailed for little old New York, where letters spell words, and are not just put in for fun—The Outlook. he said, “ how do pointing to St. tator started, one soft, heavenly day, to go down into Surrey for a little outing. He looked up a litle town on the map—it’s a way the Spectator has, that of looking for places on maps and starting out on an adventure of discovery. Sometimes he’s disappointed, but more times he isn't. The name he found was Pontefret Com- mon. He asked the ticket-seller for a ticket to the place, pronouncing it as it is spelled. The pale eyes of the chinless human being who sold tickets looked perfectly blank, like those of a dead fish. “No such place, sir,” he said. “Surely,” the Spectator protested, “here it and, fumbling for his precious map, laid a tri ENNEN "S Fate comicbooks.com