Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-07-04
INDVIDUALISM OF THE BRITISH
IS BELIEVED RIDING FOR FALL
Shaw's New Play Sounds Warming, but
Yankee Abroad Sees Englishmen
Little Worried.

wanted to see a British film to
find what was the matter with 1t. l
had to go some distance to discover
one. but the expedition was successful.
/ found why the American film has
driven out the British on its own
ground. You will scarcely believe such
stupidity possible, but the opening
scene showed the villain revealing his
sinister nature by torturing huge,
writhing snake on a table. Half the
| audience got UP and walked out, and
was with that half.
U. s. Shoes Fascinate.
That's what's the matter with the
British films. The producers have not
changed their technique since the ex-
hibition of human heads on spikes on
London Bridge was considered q gooo
show.
You are not to believe that this town
| has not adopted any American ideas.
| It has. NV hotel is only four stories,
but it has lift" 1t is operated by
Boots" If you know young Bailey,
| the youthful and irresistible Servitor at
Mrs. Todger's immortal boarding house,
where Mr.. Pecksnif lived in this city,
you know Boots.
He was fascinated at the sight OF
me from the start and never tired OF
given them to him to get rid Of him.
but he wouldn't go away and logged
my footsteps until I started to go up
stairs. Then he stayed me with an i'm
ploring hand and begged me to let him
take me up on the lift. I was relieved
to find that was all he wanted.
It was a proud and happy Boots who
conducted me down dark passage to
the neighborhood of the Sc&lllery, and
occurred
to me that he probably hadn't taken
anybody up on the lift since he caught
his last American. could see 1t was
an event in his life, and several times
he looked back with face of triumph,
partaking also Of something OF beati-
tude, when he found was still fol-
lowing.
Key Like a Monkey Wrench.
At the end of the passage where the
boiled mutton was no longer a matter
of any doubt he stopped before little
battered wooden door and produced
from under his blouse a huge brass key
like that used to unlock the Bastile. II
wasn't exactly a key, either. 1t was a
sort of monkey wrench such as IRE
men use to unscrew the tops OF n.y.
drants. This instrument he applied TO
the door and after a considerable strug-
gle. during which he found it necessary
to ask me, with apologies for the tech
nical nature of the operation, TO- stand
back a little and give him elbow room,
he got 1t open and revealed what seemed
to be the inside Of a chimney.
If he had expected to find ANYTHING
in it except bats he was disappointed.
saw right away he had made mis-
take and that this. was the place de-
signed to carry off the odor of the boiled
mutton, only it didn't do it. was
about to tell him so when, to my
amazement. he disappeared completely
down the hole. He just jumped and
was gone. The shock to me was great
because I hadn't dreamed the lad had
any secret sorrow on his mind. ! was
to have to testify before the coroner
and tell his mother and all that. when
he suddenly reappeared carrying
rope.
With the end Of this in his teeth
he then began climbing UP the CHM
ney, tying the rope ends together. This
accomplished, he slid down and bestow-
ed on me another smile OF triumph,
busted himself of a little and gave
"she's coming" he announced with
She was. There was a rumble and
Jar, a scraping and creaking, and pre-
ceded by a small hail of cinders a
little black box lined with red carpeting
descended and stopped with thud at
the floor level.
Boots saw that I was impressed, and
his pleasure in the realization that his
familiarity with American machinery
and its operation had astonished one
to whom such marvels in his own land
were a commonplace was touching
thing to me- AS matter of fact he
virtually pushed me in, had closed the
door, fastened 1t with the, monkey
wrench and had begun climbing the
rope before quite realized what was
going on.
The box rose, slowly by a series Of
Jerks, but 1t rose. Boots beamed on
me. His look said plainly, You didn't
know we could do things like this, did
your" Ha.was right. didn't.
But Boots had had no second triumph
of the sort, for now walk to my room.
He looks at me reproachfully every time
/ do 1t. I hated to tell him lie, but
to spare his pride In his mechanical
genius had to. told him the speed
of his lift affected my heart.
copyright. 1922