Life — June 12, 1924 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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“OH, ALFRED, THIS IS HEAVENLY, KISS ME AGALN.” —Of Thee I Sing 1 “PPAGGED out.” said my doctor. “You must get away Take a trip I promised to pay him five abroad dollars and went up to my bank y account?” [asked the cashier ad,” said he. “Very low.” u think it will live through tell,” he responded. “Y Tow's m. night?” 1 queried know it has never been strong.” The place got on my nerves and I was in no frame of bedside manner toward my little If it was going to die it was As Iw hear the cashier's ste mind to assume a proj account, so I left at once going to dic, and that was an end to it through the door I expected to announcement that the little sufferer had passed away Still, there I was, completely worn out. A doctor ought to know what's best for a sick man, What how, somewhere I must go—my jangling nerves told me that Perhaps—and a thought s and the Some Obviously I couldn't go abroad struck me—perhaps I could get the foreign scene and stay in the United St Suddenly the inspirat es. nm came. I would find a colony of be different. I should Lear nothing Americans! T but English spoken; I should be able to watch their qua Perhaps, if I ways and get some idea of their home life. were economical, I might be able to buy some few pieces of their handiwork to take home, something to go with my Russian brass, habitant blankets and Spanish pott I wanted to see an American peasant girl going at dawn across a dewy meadow, singing one of those poignant native I closed my eyes and saw an Ame an boatman melodies. in his native boat (skiff), playing that 1 his drum, The evocation swept me away on a racing tide of yearning and nostalgia So T wrote to my friend Fitzmaurice, who, I recalled. ha he had settled some years before, whe told me of such a colony in Westchester County, where twas unspoiled. “Don't come,” he wrote “The place h ne to pot—the invasion is complete. I am selling my place and moving God knows where. I've tried to learn Yiddish so that I might make myself understood, bi Then I Palisades. I have given it up.” a lovely village which hung on the ge Melton had a charming little place there and the neighbor ly American. My letter found George living in C Devastated by the Itali Nothing but goats, black-handers, ‘O Sole Mio’ garl was his answer. vod was wh necticut After several other futile attempts I wrote (Commerce, I think) in W. sy ” the bureau re sponded, “what you are looking for in Paris, Since Pro hibition the colony there has been constat nt booklet $183, 2nd Se will help you in solving your problem.” shington, setti and asking for advice. ‘ou will fi ly growing. We are se ies, which, we tr A nice thing to hand a tired, nervous Accuracy AAN Atnerican citizen was knocked down by an auto- mobile in Montreal. At hed up and accos him . Parlez-vous frangais? ». Chevrolet coupe Victims MY Gawp! AIN'T THERE A TOWEL IN THE HOUSE? comicbooks.com