The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1918-06-29
London, the goth.

London, the 10Th.
My Darling Floss
feel something like Marie Antoin-
ette-wasn't it Marie who said Moth
ing can hurt me now" when on her
way to the guillotine she struck her
forehead on the Intel Of door, Well.
we have passed through the supreme
ordeal At least it seemed pretty SUI
preme while it was happening. But
we live, and are unhurt. We have lost
our luggage, however, and possess
only such articles of clothing as we
could throw on and grab in our arms
before the ship went down. l salvaged
my purse, and my travellers checks,
which look like strips of dried tripe.
My watch is full of salt, but the jew
eler in High Holborn (adorable names
in London) says 1t can be resuscitated.
81 suppose you got our cables. and
from the newspapers have read the
story of the disaster. No need to go
over it.
DR.. Will was of course, a marvel of
GOODNESS and nerve. He worked night
and day over the injured, but has not
broken down. No one was killed, but
several were hurt.
"One was my friend of the steamer,
Roger Lcndis. gay-hearted devil
may-care hero, who has taken me
round London bit to get my nerves
settled This young man, Florrie, is
like an insidious drug. l constantly
tell myself l shall not take him any
more. Then comes some new stress
or strain and he offers himself with
his soothing suggestions. his diverting
devotion, his amusing antics mote my
unusually fine literary style), and
permit myself another dose of him.
He is handsome lad, Florrie, and if
the Chemin-des-Dames or the Cambria
road doesn't do" for him and his am
bulance, l shall try to keep him for
you to see.
Well, If New York is a miracle, Lon
don is a marvel-slower, solder, old,
dignified, heavy and drenched in his
tory Whenever / think it is ugly.
Roger Lands discourses upon it's fas-
cinations till am converted. If l ex-
press delight at it's beautiful green
little parks, it's honey interiors, rosy
with lamplight, it's magnificent squares
often called "circuses," or it's stately
mansions in West End, he instantly
makes jokes about them, or points out
their solemn architectural flaws in a
way to make one scream with laugh
ter. Anyway you take him, he is
cure"
Although friend Roger is still in
splints and bandages from shoulder to
wrist from that smashing he got in
the lifeboat Che says he only wears
'em to hold my sympathy, we went
the other night to a theatre.
Three-quarters of the audience were
women. Nearly all in evening gowns,
but black, dear Oh. so many of them
in solid. unrelieved black About
half through the first act came sudden
ly a sound that turned my blood to
ice. The fire sirens blowing the air
raid alarm! 1t is a terrible nerve
tester the first time you hear it.
Believe me or not, child, the per-
Torrance went straight on. I clutched
Mr.. Landis's arm, it fortunately being
his good side, and dragged him to
the door. Only small part of the
audience left their seats Imagine
habit breeding such casualness as
that
From the darkened lobby Gall lights
out or masked by 9 o'clock we saw
people running from all directions to
the street corner and staring upward.
Again l dragged my reluctant escort.
who declared he was bored and in