specimens of the drama. And he who should undertake to
How many American soldiers in Europe, I wonder, have looked about them, have used their sensible independent American brains (our very best characteristic), have left school histories and hearsay behind them and judged the English for themselves? A good many, it is to be hoped. What that judgment finally becomes must depend not alone upon the personal experience of each man. It must also come from that liberality of outlook which is attained only by getting outside your own place and seeing a lot of customs and people that differ from your own. A mind thus seasoned and balanced no longer leaps to an opinion about a whole nation from the sporadic conduct of individual members of it. It is to be feared that some of our soldiers may never forget or make allowance for a certain insult they received in the streets of London. But of this later. The following sentence is from a letter written by an American sailor:
"I have read... 'The Ancient Grudge' and I wish it could be read by every man on our big ship as I know it would change a lot of their attitude toward England. I have argued with lots of them and have shown some of them where they are wrong but the Catholics and descendants of Ireland have a different argument and as my education isn't very great, I know very little about what England did to the Catholics in Ireland."
Ireland I shall discuss later. Ireland is no more our business to-day than the South was England's business in 1861. That the Irish question should defeat an understanding between ourselves and England would be, to quote what a gentleman who is at once a loyal Catholic and a loyal member of the British Government said to me, "wrecking the ship for a ha'pennyworth of tar."
The following is selected from the nays, and was written by a business man. I must not omit to say that the writers of all these letters are strangers to me.
"As one American citizen to another... permit me to give my personal view on your subject of 'The Ancient Grudge'...
"To begin with, I think that you start with a false idea of our kinship-- with the idea that America, because she speaks the language of England, because our laws and customs are to a great extent of the same origin, because much that is good among us came from there also, is essentially of English character, bound up in some way with the success or failure of England.
"Nothing, in my opinion, could be further from the truth. We are a distinctive race--no more English, nationally, than the present King George is German--as closely related and as alike as a celluloid comb and a stick of dynamite.
"We are bound up in the success of America only. The English are bound up in the success of England only. We are as friendly as rival corporations. We can unite in a common cause, as we have, but, once that is over, we will go our own way--which way, owing to the increase of our shipping and foreign trade, is likely to become more and more antagonistic to England's.
- than the manners of these people. They generally began
- or what the houses we had lived in looked like. Mostly,
- because the Mafia, which owned the casinos, was after him.
- or what Mom called loose women. There were old prospectors,
- December 1st. — We steered for the island of Lemuy. I
- she liked to say. Mom was also a writer and was always
- a quick nip. Mom put on some red lipstick and joined him,
- Ugh, she said. She disapproved of chewing gum,
- fowls, sheep, goats, pigs, horses, and cattle; the order
- most important inventions was a complicated contraption
- Mom and Dad got in a fight, Mom brought up the ring, and
- that still had most of their needles and even some silver
- The wide heavens about her seemed to promise a greater
- Dad stop the car. She'd seen a tree on the side of the
- sheet of fire, and the overwhelming emptiness and severity
- and the desert sand ran right up to the back door. At night
- church bell by guess. The arrival of our boats was a rare
- family cars, because they were all such heaps that Dad
- can make it on her own, Dad said. She's like my brave
- flushed down the toilet and the fire burning at the hotel.
- away from our tents the large circle of lookers on. An
- * * *Later that night, Dad stopped the car out in
- One night when Dad had made an especially big score, he
- disappeared, and her saucy red lips had been replaced with
- solid wall opened before her; it was another masked door.
- Dad to come back. My whole body felt sore. The sun was
- he told her he was going to marry her. Twenty-three men
- taken you to that witch doctor the day you got burned,
- And thus matters stood when, one hot night, Meriem, unable
- were still asleep. I tried to scream to warn them, but
- it life, and snuffing it out. Then I got a better idea.
- was terrorizing an entire town, and Dad fought it off in
- gruffly, explaining that he had always been fond of the
- important and useful, like how to tap out Morse code and
- It doesn't seem right, I told Mom. We rescued
- his way. When he'd had his fill of cussing and hollering
- and ran like a hare, her yellow silk dress gleaming in
- holes by the light of the moon, looking for our jar of
- Demon, Dad said. He sat down on the front step and lit
- Dad jumped in after her. No way in hell, he'd say,
- or hedges under water, many fish which are left on the
- house cat. Brian, afraid that Dad might toss Juju out the
- * * *When my family came to visit, their arguing
- * * *A few days later, when I had been at the hospital
- in all the finer points of big game hunting. Of an evening
- beaten down by the whipping wind that, rather than trying
- run my left hand over the rough, scabby surface of the
- The doctor said bandages were necessary to prevent
- freedom from doubt and questioning. Baynes had urged her
- Dad told her to quit her damn bellyaching. He'd say he