(in a taxi) to the hotel, was: “But the streets are paved!” Then, “But it’s all electric lighted with cluster lights!” And, in final and utter disgust, “Why, there’s a movie sign that says, ‘The Perils of Pauline.’ That was showing at the �lite on Forty-third Street in Chicago just the night before we left.”

Milly Pardee smiled grimly. “Palestine’s paved, too,” she observed. “And they’re probably running that same reel there next week.”

Milly Pardee and her husband had a plain talk. Next day Sam Pardee rented the two-story frame house in which, for years, the famous Pardee dinners were to be served. But that came later. The house was rented with the understanding that the rent was to be