The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-09-23
HCHEESE" LURES U. 5.
 VISITORS TO LONDON
Historic Spot Which Dick ems Patronized Mecca
 of Many Americans

London, Sept. 23-PointS of inter- est are numerous in London, oddities to the Londoner, the American tour ist is always a thing of greater inter est.
 Americans have swarmed into Lon Londoners for the last six months. The London newspapers get a thrill out of all Americans and can't un- derstand them. Arthur David, writ ing in the Daily Express. gives a fair example of the curiosity which the British press has for Americans and the curious conception of what Ameri- cans are like.
 Lured by ssThe Cheese.''
 Americans are lured by "The Cheese" says David, in an article, which follows
 Every day during the season of steady stream of them down Fleet street.
 Prom Wisconsin they come, from Georgia, Pennsylvania. Mississippi, h. part of Gods own country The men in circular soft felt hats; the women in fiat toques, tartan capes and plaids; the young girls in en1br older ed coats and skirts; the young boys in but, now I come to think of it, there never are any young boys. I wonder why. Probably they stop behind to learn business. meth ods
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 However, day by day. as I re- marked. these invaders stream down Fleet street. A delicate compnm ent one might say. to the Fourth Els tateI
 Alias! truth will out. It is not the renown of the British press that attracts our amiable cousins. The trap is baited with cheese-it is the lure of the Cheshire Cheese. From their pile-carpeted suites in the great hotels they flock to lunch at this Old World city inn, with its sawdusted floors and pewter pots
 "A never-ceasing stream. Two hundred and fifty to three hundred of them lunch there every day of the American season.
 Haunts of the Great.
 "And the attraction? The call of Dickens. the novelist even more be- England, and of that stalwart Eng lishman, Samuel Johnson.
 tThe lunch hour begins early, be cause it is the first arrival who is in Charles Dickens seat. What a story to tell ones cronies in Buggins- vile or to recount to ones grand children: the tale of the wonders of London, of the scarlet and gold of the Guards, of the medieval splendors of the Lord Mayors coach, leading up to the grand climax. following dramat- fc pause: And then, my dears..s I lunched at the Chesh-IRE Cheese and sat in Charles Dickens seat!'
 Perhaps they did; perhaps they did not. I have heard it rum6red that, the coveted seat being occupied, an American paterfamiliaS has been conducted to another corner and as- sured in a whisper that he was in the chair usually occupied by the
 robinson. too, has his admirers, but here the knowledge of our visitors is somewhat Eaa hay The Tn pae doot1r f is son; and, after all these years, what do7s 1t matter?
 few are alone allowed to visit the greatest wonders of the old inn the vau1ted cellars, which have with stood the passage of six, centuries, and where charred oak rafters show the ravages of the Great Fire of ozdon, in 1906.
 ''There's memory for you! There's history Think of the days when these cellars formed the crypt of an an cient- monastery; come and look at the old subteranean iron gate. made of fine old Sussex iron, smelted in charcoal fire and welded by these old monks of fourteen hundred and some thing See the entrance to the pas sage-walled up now-that used to lead below the river to the fair bank, through which many fugitive has sought sanctuary!
 "But it is only the privileged and understanding few who may see these l things The rest drift out through the marrow court to Fleet street , where doafers wait to show them to 1 their waiting cars. Some pause, at l tracted by a glea.m of scarlet. An l old Chelsea pensioner from the hos pital, with tales to tell of the Cri- mea and battles of old. He too, | saunters up Fleet street day by day | at this time of the year; for he, too, has heard the Americans are in town"