Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1914-09-16
ELLEN ADAIR GETS
HER FIRST PEEP AT
REALLONDON LIFE
On Way to America After
Her Mothers Death, Sad
English Girl Is Amazed by
Sights.

! nCtlOn. But no trumpet heralds the tell
ing Of a common tale, no slaring foot
/ lights illumne the vital happiness Of
/ life For the human soul shrinks from the
/ limelght and even to Itself will scarce
admit its inmost secrets And yet this
/ story Of my life will show the very heart
OF me
/ \ week after mothers death, the kind
Is little lawyer who was negotiating af-
] fairs for me had obtained my passage
tn America and accompanied me un to
| London to complete the final winding ZIP
OF business matters. with a sad heart.
/ | hadc long farewell 20 the humble
/ folks In the little English village, and
/ to the cottage on the dear sussex Downs.
In two hours time we were in London,
and on the morrow | was to sail for
America II had all been arranged so
swiftly. so suddenly, but in that crowded
week / was glad that had to work so
hard--slad that | had had but little
I breathing space for thought and remem-
hr1nce' The hurry and the hustle dulled
the first sharp pain of my loss. and took
the irst keen sting of bitterness away.
INVITED TO DRIVE.
Cone come, Miss Adair" said the
little old lawyer fussily. as together we
stood at the edge of the pavement at
oxford Circus that great corner, where
IN roar and very whirlpool of traffic
the great Regent street and oxford street
| unite: Come come YOU must he hungry.
Since 1ur business is concluded | wish
to take YOU 20 dine" and he beamed
aftahv upon me.
But above the roar Of the traffic his
thin and reedy voice quavered uncertain
ly, and my thoughts were with the crowds
around stared transfXed and fas-
Cinatpd. a veritahle country cousin. 4
Young. tall. helmeted policeman stood
alone amidst that seethng mob. and with
one upifted hand kept back a hundred
flying taNis, wagons and motorhuses.
Alone he stood there as with the divine
| right Of kings; for rich and poor,
coronetcd carriage and Careering lorry
ohcy"d his slightest sign. And then at
last the upifted hand was lowered, and
the traffic. like some wild Gagged thing
that can i'll brook restraint, leapt forward
with a great dIll roar again.
Ellen Adair,' said the little lawyer
testify. "T am not young, and l never
was patient. We have stood her for ten
minutes exactly. Behind us are the win
dows Of Jays establishment. just cram
med with hats and gowns, and women's
fal-de-rals. And II you will turn around
and gaze right there | can excuse you
being a woman and necessarily foolish!
But We cannot continue right here, Eaz-
INK in space and obstructins the Kings
highway"
| could not but smile, and come to earth
again. Across that awful street we must
go." said the little man, Ii we are to get
to Piccadillv tonight by Tube or bus or
taxi-or anv way at all. And to trust my
life to the whims Of that lanky Irish
boy in the poiceman's uniform is a poor
legal proposition, But need must" and
seizinE my arm he plunged us recklessly
into the traffic. What might have hap
pened do not know but | cast one de-
spairinc glance on tho young policeman.
and callantly he responded to the oc-
casion. At wave Of his hand, the traffic
halted to let us cross.
AMAZED AT CROWDS.
We reached the entrance 10 the Oxford
street tube. and paused once more. II
was clock on fine July evening and
the tall-hatted, frock-coated London bus-
ness men were hurrying to their trains.
TIE passages 10 the Underground, these
strange subterranean passages which
wind far below the London streets, were
full of hurrying men-to me they seemed
like 50 many frightened rabbits scurryins
n their warren.
III would be pity TO 20 down there
this glorious summer evening" said I,
even for a short time. II Is only
o'clock, and we have still more than three
hours Of daylight would love TO ride
on London notorious
The little lawyer waved frantic cane
n the first Of long line Of great flying
mororbuses, which, like huge Jusger-
nauts we're careering down Regent
street The red-faced driver wheeled
sharply into the pavement, and without
| even stopping the vehicle, the conductor
at the rear leaned out and fshed us both
up while they were still moving. I
thought II amusing, but my companlon-
/ 'Prerostorous behavior" he stormed
/ aloud. II have never vet known London
| notorious TO really stop for man or
| beast one is literally picked up by the
| scruff of the neck, heaved in, and later
/ on gently deposited in the same manner
/ upon the pavement, while the bus keeps
! up the theory Of perpetual motion. I
shall report this 70 the London County
/ Council, just see II don't, SIR
ENJOYS SIGHTS
We scrambled on top clinging tightly
| IN the railing Of the narrow winding
| staircase But once aloft the view was
! glorious and the pace eXhilaratinE. For
we went as fast as any taxi or private
| car, We darted In and out Of tiny spaces
| I'm tho traffic with ee-like energy. We
/ wheeled ahead Of many smaller car
. with hair-TaisiuE rapidity. The roof vas
. packed with people, and projected far
. out over the main body Of the big "eh.-
Cle-and as We dOdged anC twisted m
and out. curvptting and wheeling eaily
In the crowd, / felt that We wera des-
pcrately top-heavy, and must certainly
over;urn. But nothing of the sort oc-
curred. and We turned sharply into Pic
cadilly
Around the Eroat fountain in tho centre
II tho circus We're bright splashes Of
crimson gold. pink and heliOtrope For
the old curious custom still obtains. and
the old market women from Coycnt Gar
dor or the country still sit peacefully
knitting ana gossipnE around tho foun-
tain, their big baskets Of flowers in front
Of them, their scarlet and yellow shawls
around them and the densesI traffic IN
the universe swiTling at their feet One
would think that a nervous break down
must inevitably result-but what care
they for fashionable fances Roses.
sweet rOses,' they cry, between the in
teryals Of gossip, Lovely roses, only six
pence the bunch rose for tn, pretty
lydy, Sir? God bless you Sir
Tonight, when l think Of these queer
Uld-fashiuned London fOwcr-womcn, a
hOmesick longing comes over me for Just
ono glimpse OF England
Newest Dances Quickly Taught