“Gertrude’s lost her mind,” said Mr. Robbins genially. Then he slapped J. Ward on the back. “Looks like the fat was in the fire now,” he roared. “Well, I’m goin’ out to lunch; a man must eat… and drink… even if he’s a putative bankrupt.” J. Ward scowled and said nothing and Janey thought it was in very bad taste to talk like that and so loud too.
When she went home that evening she told the Tingleys that she was going to be a director of the new corporation and they thought it was wonderful that she was getting ahead so fast and that she really ought to ask for a raise even if business was in a depressed state. Janey smiled, and said, “All in good time.” On the way home she had stopped in the telegraph office on Twentythird Street and wired G. H. Barrow, who had gone up to Washington: let’s just be friends.
Eddy Tingley brought out a bottle of sherry and at dinner he and Eliza drank a toast, “To the new executive,” and Janey blushed crimson and was very pleased. Afterwards they played a rubber of dummy bridge.
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the garden was crowded and outside Madison Square was full of cops that made everybody move on and the bombsquad all turned out
we couldn’t get a seat so we ran up the stairs to the top gallery and looked down through the blue air at the faces thick as gravel and above them on the speakers’ stand tiny black figures and a man was speaking and whenever he said war there were hisses and whenever he said Russia there was clapping on account of the revolution I didn’t know who was speaking somebody said Max Eastman and somebody said another guy but we clapped and yelled for the revolution and hissed for Morgan and the capitalist war and there was a dick looking into our faces as if he was trying to remember them
then we went to hear Emma Goldman at the Bronx Casino but the meeting was forbidden and the streets around were very crowded and there were moving vans moving through the crowd and they said the moving vans were full of cops with machineguns and there were little policedepartment Fords with searchlights and they charged the crowd with the Fords and the searchlights everybody talked machineguns revolution civil liberty freedom of speech but occasionally somebody got into the way of a cop and was beaten up and shoved into a patrol wagon and the cops were scared and they said they were calling out the fire department to disperse the crowd and everybody said it was an outrage and what about Washington and Jefferson and Patrick Henry?
afterwards we went to the Brevoort it was much nicer everybody who was anybody was there and there was Emma Goldman eating frankfurters and sauerkraut and everybody looked at Emma Goldman and at everybody else that was anybody and everybody was for peace and the coöperative commonwealth and the Russian revolution and we talked about red flags and barricades and suitable posts for machineguns
and we had several drinks and welsh rabbits and paid our bill and went home, and opened the door with a latchkey and put on pajamas and went to bed and it was comfortable in bed
Newsreel XVIII
Goodby Piccadilly, farewell Leicester Square
It’s a long long way to Tipperary
WOMAN TRAPS HUSBAND WITH GIRL IN HOTEL
to such a task we can dedicate our lives
and our fortunes, everything that we are,
and everything that we have, with the pride of those who know
that the day has come when America is privileged to spend her
blood and her might for the principles that gave her birth
and happiness and the peace that she has treasured. God
helping her she can do no other
It’s a long way to Tipperary
It’s a long way to go
It’s a long way to Tipperary
And the sweetest girl I know
TRAITORS BEWARE
four men in Evanston fined for killing birds
WILSON WILL FORCE DRAFT
food gamblers raise price of canned foods move for dry U S in war files charges when men ignore national air
JOFFRE ASKS TROOPS NOW
Mooney case incentive
Goodby Piccadilly, farewell Leicester Square
It’s a long long way to Tipperary
But my heart’s right there.
HOUSE REFUSES TO ALLOW T R TO RAISE TROOPS
the American Embassy was threatened today with an attack by a mob of radical socialists led by Nicolai Lenin an exile who recently returned from Switzerland via Germany
ALLIES TWINE FLAGS ON TOMB OF WASHINGTON
Eleanor Stoddard
Eleanor thought that things were very exciting that winter. She and J.W. went out a great deal together, to all the French operas and to first nights. There was a little French restaurant where they ate hors d’œuvres way east in Fiftysixth Street. They went to see French paintings in the galleries up Madison Avenue. J.W. began to get interested in art, and Eleanor loved going round with him because he had such a romantic manner about everything and he used to tell her she was his inspiration and that he always got good ideas when he’d been talking to her. They often talked about how silly people were who said that a man and a woman couldn’t have a platonic friendship. They wrote each other little notes in French every day. Eleanor often thought it was a shame J.W. had such a stupid wife who was an invalid too, but she thought that the children were lovely and it was nice that they both had lovely blue eyes like their father.
She had an office now all by herself and had two girls working with her to learn the business and had quite a lot of work to do. The office was in the first block above Madison Square on Madison Avenue and she just had her own name on it. Eveline Hutchins didn’t have anything to do with it any more as Dr. Hutchins had retired and the Hutchinses had all moved out to Santa Fe. Eveline sent her an occasional box of Indian curios or pottery and the watercolors the Indian children did in the schools, and Eleanor found they sold very well. In the afternoon she’d ride downtown in a taxi and look up at the Metropolitan Life tower and the Flatiron Building and the lights against the steely Manhattan sky and think of crystals and artificial flowers and gilt patterns on indigo and claretcolored brocade.
The maid would have tea ready for her and often there would be friends waiting for her, young architects or painters. There’d always be flowers, calla lilies with the texture of icecream or a bowl of freesias. She’d talk a while before slipping off to dress for dinner. When J.W. phoned that he couldn’t come she’d feel very bad. If there was still anybody there who’d come to tea she’d ask him to stay and have potluck with her.