feeling I think than "stick to it." A Westerner when his
wife and babies were going back East to visit her relatives, telegraphed
to her brother--"Elizabeth and outfit arrive Tuesday." And until she
arrived the brother spent his time in conjecturing as to just what an
"outfit" would mean. Rhubarb plant is "rhubarb" in the East and also
"pie plant," and one day I was in a fruit store and when the man--he
was a Greek--yelled "Wha else?" I could only think of "pie plant" and
so I didn't get any.

It's all the way you are "brought up," Eastern, and all the way you are
"raised," Western.

Portsmouth Square

"To be honest, to be kind." Loiterers, vagabonds, slow-going Orientals,
poets and blackguards, all day long come and drink at Stevenson's
fountain. Some of them look up and read it all and some only get as far
as "to earn a little, to spend a little less"--.

Small-footed Chinese women pass, humping along on their stumps and their
babies running along beside have larger feet than the mothers who bore
them, Bench warmers gaze after them with lazy curiosity. A fat Italian
granddaddy washes a kiddie's hand from the fountain and a man with a
demijohn and a sense of humor goes smilingly down the path and what he
has in the demijohn is none of our business.

"To make on the whole, a family happier for his presence." It is noon
and a bride has brought lunch for herself and her husband off the job in
his white overalls, and the two eat together on the beautiful grassy
slope. The poplar trees around Stevenson's fountain whisper poetry all
day long and the little iron boat on top looks sad not to be sailing
away on high adventure to the South Sea islands.

"To renounce when it shall be necessary and not be embittered." A woman
with a baby carriage comes by. Something tender and sane and everyday
and basic about her and her baby. A Chinese woman passing looks for all
the world like a black and iridescent purple grackle in her shiny black
coat and shiny black pants and shiny black shoes and shiny black hair,
although the grackle has a prouder strut than her dancing little trot.

"To keep a few friends and those without capitulation." Where, oh where,
do all the men come from who lie stretched out on the grass? I've seen
the very same men lying on Boston Common, and when my father was a boy
he said he saw them there. Hats over their eyes or else blinking up at
the blue sky. Then on the curb facing the Hall of Justice, p