The sun., 1918-08-25
SEEING LONDON
IN WAR TIME
Americans There Shun Fune.
tons and Try to Get Close
to Real Life.
WHAT A "DoUGHBOY" SAW
1t All Looked and Tasted Good
Until He Came to the
Strange Mixture.
WHAT A "DOUGHBOY" SAW
Special correspondsnce to TIE sus.


LONDON. Aug. 10.-At ball game the
other day picked up a .'doughboy."
who in the course of conversation made
some quite friendly but critical remarks
on British hospitality in peace times.
He said that in the old days when
an American came to London with q note
Of introduction he would be taken to
lunch or dinner at club or smart
restaurant. and that was the end OF
II, whereas when Briton arrived In
New York with introductions his host
would buy America and give 1t to him
to do what ne liked with.
SO I took this to heart and when 1
next met him I 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 S0n.' the york
shire Grey" He was much amused
with the British royal ceremonies and
the ramification OF titles. Say, how
you keep this dope in your head has me
beat-Knights. them other feHahs.
Barts, Yer Majesties. Yer Graces. Yer
Dookship-gee!
The First Mishap.
And my own notions of America and
things American tickled him to death.
Toward evening I took him to West
End bar and with the greatest good
viii presented him with what l had al
ways thought was Manhattan COCK
tail.
He looked grieved. Say" he pro-
tested. "whatve I done that you should
wish this on me?"
"Oh. thought you'd like something
to remind you Of home"
"Remind me OF home? What dye
call IT." ,
ITS q Manhattan cocktail"
"Manhattan nothing! Listen here
II any downtown barkeep pulled THIS
stun on me and called It Manhattan.
saw. I guess there'd be immortality Tor
that barkeen next day. Manhattan? !
laugh. Guess you don't know the hrst
thing about 1t. Gimme some British
ale Here's how"
He had one special point in common
with the average British Tommy; ne
hated those solemn functions" arranged
for his entertainment. He didn't want
10 be bothered with highbrow receptions
and amateur musical shows in the West
End. What he most wanted, he SAID.
was to foregather with an Individual
Enxlishman and visit his suburban home
and have a chat and real English
wartime meal.
The Real Friendship Bond.
High officials and diplomats Of either
country always are telling each other
across official luncheon tables that An
Rlo-American friendship Is now sealed
but remarks of this kind are forceless
until they are backed by the individual
feeling of the common stay at home
people on either side. They are now able
TO "get next" and as soon as American
soldiers know something Of the intimate
home life of the hard working middle
class and their outlook on life therell
be something to write home about.
My "doughboy" made a date OF his
next leave, when I am to take him to
see the happy home Of my old friend
Uncle Toby" a gate keeper At one OF
the big docks. We parted at a tube
station. singing. in duet. the 'Iripperary
Of the American troops, set to an air OF
Sullivan's:
Hail, hail, the gangs all herel
What tn ELL do we caref
What tn ell do we carer
Hail, hail. the gangs all here!
No hat nOWf