I: suppose dad never studied geogra
phy, so he didn't know how Venice was
situated, so he told me to go out and
order ahback the first morning we were
herer.and we" would go and see the
town. -When I told dad. there were no
hacks ho- and nod roads in
Veniee, he aid I was crazy in my head
a wated ae 'to take some medrcine
a sta i~ bed fr a few days, but I
- him, When we -got out
doo, that everytbing ru by water,
8d I showed hufi the canal and
-·: d whe-A,·:- ·~Il '
the gondolas, he remembered all about
Venice, and picked out a gondolier that
looked like one dad saw at the world'
fair, and we hired him because he
talked English. All the English the
gondolier could use were the words
"you bet your life." and "you're dam
right," but dad took him because it
seemed so homelike, and we have been
riding in gondolas every day.
On the water you can get away from
the beggars. This is an ideal exist
ence. You just get in the gondola. un
der a canopy. and the gondolier does
the work. and you glide along between
buildings ard wonder who lives there
and when they wake up. s s all ay
long the blinds are closed, and every
body seems to be dead. But at night.
when the canals are lighted, and the
moon shines, the people put on their
ONE YELL IN THE ENGLISH LAN
GUAGE, AND ONE IN ETETALIAIN.
