The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1906-04-01
BY George AIDE.
Copyright, 1905, by George AIDE.

Copyright, 1906, by George AIDE.
There was I, a-waitin' at the church,
Waitin' at the church,
Waitin' at the church.
When l found he ID left me in the lurch,
Lord, how it did upset mel =.
All at once he sent around note,
Here's the very note,
That is what he wrote:-
"Can't got away to marry you today
Ny wife won't let me!'
! simen Of English glai3., music asa,,l hall Il
ia the best thing he has heard since he
struck London, and he has seen play
by Henry Arthur Jones and attended
services at st. Paul's. After going
to the music hall three times he sue
ceeded in getting the words, and he is
now working on the air.
We did not expect to have Mr.. Peas
ley with us in London. He planned to
hurry on to Paris, but he has been
waiting here for his trunk to catch up
with him. The story of the trunk will
come later.
AS we steamed into Plymouth harbor
on damp and overcast Sabbath morn
ing, Mr.. Peasley stood on the topmost
deck and gabe encouraging information
to a man from central Illinois who was
on his first Trip abroad. MI. Peasley
had been over for six weeks in 1895,
and that gave him license to do the
sold traveller speciality.
In beginning story he would say,
"I remember once I was crossing on
the Umbria,' or possibly, .'fThat re-
minds me of funny thing once saw
in Munich' He did not practice to
deceive, and yet he gave strangers the
impression that he had crossed on the
Umbria possibly twelve or fourteen
times and had spent years in Munich.
The Illinois man looked up to Mr.
Peasley as modern Marco Polo, and
Mr.. .Peasley proceeded to unbend to
him.
ga few years ago Americans were
very unpopular in England said Mr..
Peasley. every one of them was
supposed to have either a dynamite
bomb or a bunch of mining stock in
his pocket. All that is changed now
all changed AS we come up to the
dock in Plymouth you will notice just
beyond the station a large triumphal
arch of evergreen bearing the words,
Welcome, Americana Possibly the
band will not be out this morning, be-
cause it is Sunday and the weather is
threatening, but the reception commit
tee will be on hand. If we can take
time before starting for London, no
doubt a committee from, the CONNER
cial club will haul us around in open
carriages to visit the public buildings
and breweries and other points of inter-
est And you III find that your money is
counterfeit out here. No use talkin J.,
we're all one people-just like broth
ers. Wait till you. get to London.
You III think you re right back among
your friends in Decatur
1t was too early in the morning fol
the reception committee, but there was
policeman-one solitary, water
logged, sad-eyed policeman-waiting
lonesomely on the dock as the tender
came alongside. He stood by the gang
plank and scrutinized us carefully as
we fled ashore. The Illinois mar
looked about for the triumphal arch
but could not find it. Mr.. Peasley .ex
planned that they had taken it in or
account Of the rain.
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While the passengers were KEEP
herded into rather gloomy waiting
room the trunks and larger baggag.
were brought ashore and sorted out &C
cording to the alphabetical labels il
an adjoining room to await the customs
examination. When the doors opened
there was rush somewhat like tn
opening of an Oklahoma reservation
In ten minutes the trunks had bee,
passed and were being trundled on
to the special train. Above the babbl
of voices and the rattle Of wheels aros
the sounds of lamentation and modified
cusswords. Mr.. Peasley could not fine
his trunk. It was not with the baggag
marked app It was not in the bone
yard, or the discard, or whatever the.
called the heap Of unmarked stuff pile.