The Madison daily leader. [volume] (Madison, S.D.) 1890-current, 1918-10-08
SEEING LONDON
IN war Time
Americans Try to Get Close to
Real Life.
WHAT A "DoUGHBOY" SAW
1t All Looked and Tasted Good Until
He Came to the Strange Mixture
Tries to Dodge Solemn Functions
Arranged In His Honor-Interested
in Romantic Signs on the British
Saloons.

At a ball game the other day / pick
ed up a 'doughboy," who in the course
of conversation made some quite
friendly but critical remarks on Brit
ish hospitality In peace times.
He said that In the old days when
nm American came to London with u
note of introduction he would be taken
to lunch OF dinner at a club or smart
restaurant, and that was the end of
1t, whereas when a Briton arrived in
New York with introductions his host
would buy America and give it to him
to do what he liked with.
So l took this to heart and when |
e. met him l gave him the whole
day. He was much pleased with the
romantic signs of British saloons-the
BALD Faced Stag" the "Hare and
Hounds" the Rising Sum-" the york
with the British royal ceremonies and
the ramifcation of titles. "Say, how
you keep this dope in your head has me
beat-knights, them other fellahs,
barts, yer majesties, yer graces, yer
dookships-geeW
The First Mishap.
And my own notions of America and
things American tickled him to death.
Toward evening / took him to a West
End bar and with the greatest good
will presented him with what l had al
ways thought was a Manhattan cock.
tail.
He looked grieved. "Say," he pro-
tested, "what've I done that you should
wish this on met"
"Oh, l thought you'd like something
to remind you Of home"
Remind me of home? What dye
call it?''
sits a Manhattan cocktail"
Manhattan nothing! Listen here
IL any downtown barkeep pulled this
stuff On me and called 1t a Manhattan
say, / guess there'd be Immortality fol
that barkeep next day. Manhattan?
laugh. Guess you don't know the frs
thing about 1t. Gimme some British
ale. Here's how"
He had n special point in common
with the average British Tommy; h,
hated those solemn functions" ar
ranged for his entertainment. I'll,
didn't want to be bothered with high
brow receptions and amateur musica
shows In the West End. What he mos
wanted, he said, was to foregather will
an individual Englishman and visit hi
suburban home and have a chat and
real English wartime meal.
The Real Friendship Bond.
High officials and diplomats o
either country always are telling eacl
other across official luncheon table
that Anglo-American friendship is nov
sealed, but remarks Of this kind ar
forceless, until they are backed by tn
individual feeling Of the common stay
at-home people ON either side. The,
are now able to get next and as 500
as American soldiers know somethin
of the intimate home life of the hard
working middle class and their outlooI
on life there1l be something to writ
home about.
My "doughboy" made a date of hi
next leave, when 1 am to take him t
see the happy home of my old frienC
uncle Toby" a gate keeper at one o
the big docks. We parted at a tub
station. singing, In duet, the clipper
airy" of the American troops, set to a
air of Sullivan's:
Hail, hail. the gangs all here!
h tn ell do we care?
Via tn ell do we care?
Hail hail the 1anRsa all haret