The life story of an ugly duckling (1924)

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Record Details:

Title:
The life story of an ugly duckling
Date:
1924
Publisher:
New York : Robert M. McBride & Company
Volume:
The life story of an ugly duckling
Leaf #:
000258
Language:
English
Subjects:
Motion Pictures, Motion pictures--Biography
Collection:
Books
Format:
Books
Contributor:
Media History Digital Library
Sponsor:
Media History Digital Library
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Date Added:
May 08, 2025
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192 The Ugly Duckling lightenment from the tourists who pause nearby. Once, for instance, when I was standing in front of the Doges' Palace, weaving stories about the past, a voice behind me said; "Call that architecture ! It ain't no such thing. Lions don't have wings." It is curious, too, to note the superstition about walking between the columns in San Marco's Square — people will not do it. One of the most amusing things that ever happened to me in Italy was at the baths of Caracalla. I had gone to this lovely spot with our Ambassador, Richard Washburn Child, and, as we were strolling around, I expressed a wish to go through some gates which were locked. We made known our request to an attendant, but he shook his head and insisted that it was not permitted. Noting my disappointment, Mr. Child explained who he was and the attendant bowed to a dignitary of our great country and acceded to our wishes. The gates were opened. We strolled out in the old hanging gardens. Moss covered ruins rose around us, swallows swooped in and out of the holes, little flowers blossomed on the decayed banks at our sides,