Just me (1919)

Record Details:

Title:
Just me
Date:
1919
Publisher:
New York : George H. Doran Company
Volume:
Just me
Leaf #:
000147
Language:
English
Collection:
Books
Format:
Books
Contributor:
Media History Digital Library
Sponsor:
Media History Digital Library
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Description:
Date Added:
April 18, 2024
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JUST ME posed to be under eighteen — therefore I had to cable for my parents' consent (what a laugh it would have handed my father if I had). Anyway, in fie meantime I wanted to go to Italy alone, so the Count wired his sister to meet me in Genoa and take me to Milan, where we were to be married. I boarded the Rome Express, got cold feet at Genoa, didn't get off the train, but went straight on through to Rome. I stopped at the Excelsior Hotel in rooms overlooking the "Queen Mother's" house, found a couple of artists out at the "Cines" moving picture studio who could speak English, hung around watching them work for a couple of days, feeling rather proud of my escapade, when in marches "Bobby." He was pretty cross with me, so the conversation that first evening was not very pleasant. It was out of season in Rome, and there wasn't much to do, so he decided to take me to the Cinema. "These moving pictures are very amusing at times," he said. "Yes," thought I, "in more ways than one." So we went to this stuffy little theatre, feeling none; [137]