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pleasant and well-spoken individual came up 

 to me and, raising his hat, remarked, " The 

 Pasha I believe. Welcome to America." I 

 then realized what I was in for. 



Had I been a witness in the box, I could 

 not have undergone a more merciless cross- 

 examination. It was almost on a par with a 

 declaration I had to make for the Immigration 

 Authorities — giving my age, where I was born, 

 who were my father and mother, when did 

 they die, what was the colour of my hair and 

 eyes, and lastly, had I ever been in prison, and 

 if so, for what offence ? 



I really think New York might spare its 

 visitors this ordeal. 



Wriggle as I could, my interviewer was 

 determined to obtain copy, and though I 

 insisted that the title of " Pasha " had been 

 entered on the passenger list by mistake, and 

 that it was one not intended for exportation, 

 he was not to be satisfied. 



Giving as few details as possible as to how 

 I had obtained my exalted title, I eventually 

 shook off my persecutor. No sooner had I 

 moved a few steps away, than if possible a 

 more plausible person expressed the great 

 pleasure it gave him to welcome me to New 

 York, and endeavoured to impress on me 

 that it was a duty I owed to myself and to the 



