Just me (1919)

Record Details:

Title:
Just me
Date:
1919
Publisher:
New York : George H. Doran Company
Volume:
Just me
Leaf #:
000152
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 sand dollars to the good, he insisted that I take half of it. Nine thousand dollars! More money than I have ever seen before. Anyway, I stuffed it in my pocket, shook hands with the old man, who said he hoped to see me in Paris, galloped back to the hotel with my huge roll of money and told my American friends the great news. They kidded me a lot and told me I had better be careful, or I would have this same darkbearded man on my trail for life. This didn't sound so good, but I had so much money that I decided to skip Nice and set out for Paris to buy me a lot of new clothes, as my wardrobe was getting rather shabby. I got back to Paris, ordered myself a lot of French creations, but before they were delivered, I can never tell you why, I, for some strange reason, took only a couple of bags and went to Belgium. That was just about the most foolish thing that I have ever done in my life, because I went straight to Brussels, engaged a room at the Palace Hotel, where I spent eight days in the confinement of those four walls writing a play. I don't know, but [142]