Word: sams
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...London, Fran quickly annexed the cousin of aristocracy who made love to her while Sam attended a dinner given in his honor by his London agent. The dinner was at a Soho restaurant, and yet: There was a horseshoe table with seats for thirty. Along the table little American flags were set in pots of forget-me-nots. Behind the chairman's table was a portrait of President Coolidge, draped with red, white, and blue bunting, and about the wall−Heaven knows where Hurd could have collected them all−were shields and banners of Yale, Harvard...
...dark and curving Soho alley, with the foggy lights of a Singhalese restaurant, a French bookshop, a wig-maker's, an oyster bar. And the room was violently foreign, with frescoes by a sign painter−or a barn-painter: Isola Bella. Fiesole, Castel Sant' Angelo. But Sam did not look at them. He−who but once in his life had attended a Rotary lunch−looked at the Rotary wheel, and his smile was curiously timid. There was no reason for it apparent to him, but suddenly these banners made him feel that in the chill...
...first time at ease with London, Sam returned contentedly to his hotel. Fran was sobbing. The Englishman had "insulted" her. She must go immediately to France...
Lonely at first in Paris, Sam was able to drag her to all the places mentioned in the guidebooks, but only once would she sit with him at a sidewalk cafe. "Smart people don't." Sam sputtered over her reply: "Why can't you enjoy both as long as you do enjoy 'em? Nobody's hired us to come here and be stylish! We haven't got any duty involved! Back home there may have been a law against enjoying ourselves the way we wanted to, but there's none here!" "My dear Sam...
Before long Fran had collected a flattering group of carpet knights, and while Sam "ran over" to Zenith for a disillusioning visit, Fran succumbed to the blandishments of an Austrian Jew. Sam forgave her, but made her "travel," only to discover that "if there is anything worse than the aching tedium of gazing out of car windows, it is the irritation of getting tickets, packing, finding trains, lying in bouncing berths, washing without water, digging out passports, and fighting through customs...