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My wonderful visit (1922)

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Record Details:

Title:
My wonderful visit
Date:
1922
Publisher:
London : Hurst & Blackett
Volume:
My wonderful visit
Leaf #:
00081
Language:
English
Collection:
Books
Format:
Books
Contributor:
University of California Libraries
Sponsor:
MSN
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Description:
Date Added:
July 19, 2022
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I Arrive in London ^ 73 side. This also thrills me. Everything is beyond my expectations. I revel in it secretly. They all stop to applaud as I come to the gate. Some of them say : " Well done, Charlie." I wonder if they mean my present stunt between the bobbies. It is too much for me. What have I done ? I feel like a cricketer who has made a hundred and is going to the stand. There is real warm affection. Do I deserve even a part of it ? A young girl rushes out, breaks the line, makes one leap, and smothers me with a kiss. Thank God, she is pretty. There seem to be others ready to follow her, and I find myself hesitating a bit on my way. It is a signal. The barriers are broken. They are coming on all sides. Policemen are elbowing and pushing. Girls are shrieking. ' ' Charlie ! Charlie ! There he is ! Good luck to you, Charlie. God bless you.'* Old men, old women, girls, boys, all in one excited thrill. My friends are missing. We are fighting our way through the crowd. I do not mind it at all. I am being carried on the crest of a wave. Everybody is working but me. There seems to be no effort. I am enjoying it—lovely. Eventually we get through to the street. It is worse here. " Hooray !'* " Here he is!" " Good luck, Charlie !" " Well done, Charlie !" " God bless you. God love you!" " Good luck, Charlie !" Bells are ringing.. Handkerchiefs are