Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1906-09-01

IT was a lazy afternoon, except for
those moments when the auto hit the
high places. Mr. Fitch was In a
summer suit and a mood 10 match,
says the New York Evening World. He
sat in front with young man who had
sunburned hair. an impressive silence
and a strong grip on the situation. oc-
casionally Mr.. Fitch would squeeze a
gentle squawk out Of the horn that
rested in his lap, and then that ques-
ton which has come crying down the
ages-"Why does a chicken cross the
stree? '-would be answered by a
short-legged pullet or a long-legged
something-oT-ot
We were seeing Greenwich. and we
left the dry old drama far behind In
the dust. once and only once, | asked
Mr.. Fitch what he had been doing for
the drama during the good old summer
time.
Don't. please donI' he implored.
Don't worm II out Of me. I've not for
gotten the last time you wormed my
new play out OF me. And do you re-
IL was a horrible failure
The auto shuddered and plunged mad
ly down steep hill.
This is the hill" said the apprehen-
siVe Fitch. down which Israel Put
nam made his famous Tide"
And now the electric car is beating
his record
yes, II he had waited a few years
he might have taken a car.
This feeble attempt at humor quite
exhausted both Of us, and he hardly
spoke again until the Fitch country
house doomed up high and white on a
green hill. The automobile took the
bit in IT'S teeth and made for home Ike
a hungry horse. Presently white hg-
ures cleaned out OF the green and
with a last turn and luroh the motor
car brought us alongside an Italian
garden.
This Italian garden in Connecticut is
the funniest thing Clyde Fitch has ever
done. Not that Il was funny In itself.
but that II seemed funny IN Connecticut
not one OF those unblushlng statues
with even a Connecticut wrapper One
Of these days Mr.. Fitch may write on
THE Conversation Of Connecticut The
neighbors are marching on. In fact,
they're getting bit too close TO suit
Mr.. Fitch.
when | built here was away out
I'm the country" he said But Green
wich has grown until I'm onl ga SUI
burhanite. want TO sell the place and
build another house near the Hudson
where ! have several acres OF real
country"
and would YOU sell the marbles7"
Some Of them perhaps. one Of these
days / may 60 horribly broke and be
Obliged 10 sell all OF them-Who knoWs7
I spend every cent ] earn for the things
| like. But | am careful TO buy things
that have a real value. and n should
be driven into having sale - but
come"
We went into the garden. Maude. a
terraced portion Of It, with chairs
enough for house party, and cushions
enough for a college play.
"Restful. isn't ~" murmured Mr..
Fitch. signing into the scenery. i've
named IL The Quiet Corner.
II was 80 altogether restful that !
wonder why an American author should
20 abroad to write an American play.
"put | don't 90 abroad to write" pro-
tested Mr.. Fitch. 81 60 for rest. for any
other kind OF rest. you know. 10 have
mutual housecleaning, 10 open the WIN
ao,ys and LEI IN the air. Absolute rest
ls impossible where one can be reached
Al any time 81 the day or night by
telegraph, telephone train or motor car.
The manager can't get AZ me on the
other side 20 ask about a tack In the
..nrnr,- Doiiv ZONES can't spOop down
upon me with her hackers TO tell me
worthy Of her transcendent talents
OF course. am always ready With my
that I. and only |. can write play
stereotyped excuse that I'm knee-deep