» Angust 13, 1915. 
Department of the United Fruit Company.” = | 
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I'm sitting alone by the fire, 
Dressed just as I came from the dance, © 
Ina robe even you would admire— 
It cost a cool thousand in France; 
I'm bediamonded all out of reason, 
My hair is done up in a cue; 
In short sir, “the belle of the season” 
Is wasting an hour upon you. 
DTP GPS 
ID you ever pick up a piece of advertising literature 
and read it through out of pure interest? Well, I 
did the other day, and I not only read it once, but I read 
it twice—clean through from cover to cover, and I am 
going to keep it for the information it contains, and as a 
work of art—for the illustrations in this booklet entitle 
them to be classed “‘a work of art.” ‘The brochure is is- 
sued by the Passenger Department of the United Fruit 
Company, and is called ‘the Story of a la Carte.” It 
is also called “‘an historic gem,’ and I believe the man 
who called it that. It relates in a concise way what, and 
how, people ate at sea in ancient and medieval times, 
and coming down to modern times, it tells a very inter- 
esting story of the a la carte method as instituted at the 
suggestion of President Andrew W. Preston of the 
United Fruit Company, on the ships of the “Great White 
Fieet.” 
Whether, or not, you are contemplating a trip to 
“Sunny Lands” this winter this “Story of a la Carte” is 
bound to interest you. I know. Why? Because when 
you can get a newspaper person to read a booklet of that 
kind—well, it is some booklet. 
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I notice that the “Story of a la Carte” is copyrighted 
by “E. R. Grabow, General Manager of the Passenger 
have 
known of some clever things my friend EK. R. Grabow 
las done in the past, but | must frankly admit this “Story 
of a la Carte” is one of the cleverest, and to my mind 
explains one of the reasons why he is now at the head of 
the Passenger Department of this great Company. 
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Some years ago—on an order from a Canadian Mag- 
azine, also interested in the British West Indies—I wrote 
an article on “E. R. Grabow.” It was years before he 
had become connected with the United Fruit Company. 
This magazine was interested in Mr. Grabow’s work in 
connection with the building of two hotels in Jamaica 
the Hotel Titchfield at Port Antonio, and the Myrtle 
Bank Hotel at Kingston. I don’t remember much of 
what I said except the concluding paragraph which read: 
“tle has touched a good many high spots in a short time, 
and is bound to touch a good many more, for he is clean, 
courageous, and not without the requisite confidence in 
himself. Ambitious too, and you never can tell where 
an ambitious man backed by brains and individuality will 
land.” 
Well—I think I am a fair prophet. 
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WENT up to the Tremont ‘‘heatre the other night to 
see the much talked about, and much written—very 
much written—about “The Birth of a Nation.” No, I 
did not go on a pass, for it cost me just two dollars and 
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seventy cents. Two dollars for a seat in row “Q” in 
the Orchestra, and seventy cents for car fares. 
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If anybody had told me some years ago that I 
should ever pay two dollafs and seventy cents to see a 
mere picture show I should have called it the joke of 
the season. But | did pay two dollars and seventy cents 
for one seat, and—got my money’s worth. 
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The “Birth Of a Nation” is a wonderful show, and 
I sat from 8.10, with 8 minutes intermission, till 10.55, 
enthralled with the wonder of it ali. The interest, the 
péethos and the patriotism came straight at me, and i 
forgot the theatre, and—myself, and lived through the 
times of the Civil War. I met Lincoln, Grant and Lee, 
! went through the Reconstruction Period, I rode with 
the Klu Klux Klan. I thought their thoughts, I sorrow- 
ed with their sorrows, and joyed with them in their joys. 
With them I cursed the horrible mad hellishness of war, 
and—forgot that it cost me two dollars and seventy cents, 
which was not the least wonderful thing either. 
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Was I surprised? Frankly, no. For when I saw D. 
W. Griffith’s name I expected a great deal. It was in 
Fasadena, California, that I first met “Dave” Griffith. 
He was then with the Biograph Company, if my memory 
serves me correctly. I was not regularly introduced to 
him, for really he introduced himself to me, in a very 
forcible manner. He was’ “staging” a picture near the 
famous Hotel Green on Fair Oaks avenue. It repre- 
sented a bridal couple arriving at Pasadena, and was 
accompanied with all the usual stunts which some people 
think are funny—when they are played on somebody 
else. I had never seen a moving, picture “staged” before, 
and I was much interested and wondered what it was all 
about. Suddenly I heard someone yell “‘strike,’ and 
looking around I saw a man making motions with his head, 
feet and hands, and in fact with all of his body at the 
saine time, and looking straight at me—in a voice I can 
hear yet—yelled “Get out of the way there.” Well, I 
got, although I never quite knew the reason why, only 
that he told me to. 
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That is the way I first met “Dave” Griffith. When 
a man without any official authority can make me move 
on a public street, he is a “wonder,” and | think yet, that 
he owes me an apology, but still I paid two dollars and 
seventy cents to see his show, and again I say it was 
worth it. If you don’t believe me go and see ‘The 
sirth of a Nation” yourself, and—you will. 
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f WAS talking with a young lady this morning, and she 
was severely berating the weather of the last few days, 
although the glorious sunshine was flooding the piazza, 
the grass and the flowers were a joy to behold after their 
beth, and the crisp air blowing in from the broad Atlan- 
tic had a tang to it that was a delight to breathe. I[ 
could hardy understand how anyone could feel that way 
on such a day, so I quoted to her the words of the la- 
mented Elbert Hubbard :— 
Yesterday is dead—forget it; 
Tomorrow doesn’t exist—don’t worry; 
The day is here—use it. 
—Danny Dow,” 
