Our business civilization : $b some aspects of American cultureAdams, James Truslow
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Our business civilization : $b some aspects of American culture
Adams, James Truslow
National characteristics, American; United States -- Civilization -- 1918-1945; United States -- Social conditions -- 1918-1932
There are some aspects of the personal contact of the two
races which, it must be confessed, have unfortunate consequences.
As for the appraisal of Americans by the English,
the fact that we both speak the same language has its drawbacks.
The tongue of every Frenchman, whether gentleman
or boor, proclaims his nationality. The best as well as the
worst are known for what they are—French. But there is
nothing to proclaim so obviously the wellbred, cultivated,
quiet-mannered American as American. Unless that fact
transpires in some other way, he naturally is considered to be
English. On the other hand, there is no mistaking the noisy,
underbred American, and, it must be confessed, a most
appalling number turn up over here. Nor is it always those
without money or apparently any social background
who give the English cause to wonder at us as uncultured
barbarians. In the quiet English hotel where I always stay
in London one is never disturbed by having to overhear the
conversation of any English group either in the dining room
or in the drawing-rooms. But in every case this winter when
an American family has arrived the place has been thrown
into a turmoil at once. To cite a specific instance or two:
The other day an evidently well-to-do family appeared—father,
mother, and son of about fifteen. At dinner the boy
came into the dining room ahead of his parents, stood in the
middle, and from that vantage point shouted out a conversation[Pg 281]
to his father, still in the drawing-room, to the consternation
of the English diners. A few nights afterward
another family, evidently of considerable wealth and speaking
with an excellent accent, took possession of the drawing-room.
The rest of us, quite uninterested, were informed in loud
tones of what a new camp in the Adirondacks was like, where
the son had been big-game hunting on two continents, and
many other personal details, until in despair of being able
to read or talk quietly one group of English after another
got up and left the room to my fellow citizens. It is evident
that this sort of thing does not endear us to the hearts of the
quiet and privacy-loving British.
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