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Her experiences in traveling with her little girl are in many ways not dissimilar to mine in traveling with my little son. Nevertheless she expresses a deep interest in Russia and some of her comments are not without value even in this day. I think I will allow Lady Emmeline to voice in her own mid-Victorian language some of my own opinions.
Harding had told him that he means to invite the European premiers to Washington to confer on peace. From morning till night newspaper reporters ask me questions, I am told I have to submit—if I were impatient or cross they would write something nasty. But he takes me seriously evidently, for he is arranging an exhibition for me at the Museum of the American Numesmatic Society. Chiefly I noticed a marble vase carved with figures, by Barnard.
I have just returned from a marvelous evening at the Chalfont Steel Pipe works. Lopokova, the exquisite little Russian dancer whom London adores, whege in Russian. Crowninshield was done out of his Trotzky kiss. I am surprised that the interest in his own matchless works did not impel him to go to both.
So I am amiable! Ambassador to Berlin of —but he is like a war book—one has lost interest. Baruch whose name I mistook for Brooke has white hair, fine features and stands 6 ft. Suddenly, as we stood there, a great roar and hissing and vomiting, and the flow of orange liquid fire burst forth with a great rush. Tsmpico
Lunched with Mr. We caught the train to Pittsburgh. He promises I shall never have an empty hall again. The actresses were pretty, well dressed, and show after show succeeded 25 one another in rapid procession, leaving one bewildered and almost breathless.
I am a Communist, I have not yet served my sentence Had Lenin and Trotzky paid me? Gerard and felt he was still the distinguished conspicuous U.
William Penn Hotel, Pittsburgh Ruth Djirloff, my secretary, waked me up by telephoning to me that it was twenty of seven. The press resolutely seemed to have a parti-pris against me. While we were there the aperture of the furnace got choked up so the stream of fire had stopped. In day dress, in evening dress, in Russian head dress, in work dress, with child, with roses, and so on!
Meanwhile the men probed with their iron instruments, all in vain. The Pleasure Principle is located close to all the hotels and is the only brothel located in the tourist area of Ca I am pleased to receive all the gentlemen who know how to treat a lady.
Colin says the only trouble is that the heating apparatus occasionally breaks down. At ten thirty P. I fear I must have irritated her from the start, because when she asked me to lunch there was no address on her card, and no telephone in the book; so when I answered I addressed it as best I could to: Mrs.
A weary wreck, I arrived at midday at New York, and to my surprise and joy, Hugo Koehler had brought Dick to meet me at the station. I was told that Russia had nothing to trade with, a limited supply of gold; furs that were motheaten, grain that was rotten, aluminium that was full of alloy. February 5, Whwre sent his secretary and his car to convey me to the Times office.
It was nice of them to come, sculptors are not as nice to each other in England as those here have been to me.
They were like dramatic pantomime actors, 38 they never spoke. The first four s are full of reproach for having published the fact that I saw him when I passed through Stockholm Tapico Kameneff. I wish I dared tell them what I really think.
We were a noisy crew, and there were repeated requests from below that we should make less noise! Too marvelous! Like the man in the street, there is Tqmpico reason why my opinion should carry more weight or be treated with more consideration. Went to the Carnegie Museum where the curator, Mr. First, I was to be a trotting horse, and he driving me.
I met all the staff, and saw some proofs which are 47 publications in the next of the Magazine, Soviet Russia. My audience, it being the afternoon, was of a different type. We drove to a railway station that was like an opera house and heated.
I suppose it appeals awfully to the mankind. The charming Professor of History, James, of Pittsburgh University, introduced me to a half empty, cold and unresponsive hall! Whose money was it and where wheree it come from? There was a beautiful Turner in one of the drawing rooms, and a gallery full of Corots and Millets, but they were not very interesting or decorative, or else there were too many of them.
I wondered why we waited so long for nothing to happen, but our guide, who knew what we were waiting for, did not attempt to draw us away. They were less light in hand and more serious. Emil Fuchs, who is doing a Heinz memorial, told them I was coming.
Robinson and their son, who are managers in the firm of Heinz Pickles, 57 varieties! It impressed me tremendously but I wished I had not read it as it forms my judgment for me before I even arrive.
We watched the men with huge long pokers that required three men to move, trying to open up the aperture. I could not dispute these assertions, knowing nothing about it, but I had to laugh, it seemed to end the argument! The town is built at the junction of two rivers, so it can only spread up and not out.