who present books; women who wish to go to court; Jews who are excited about Rumania; passports, passports to sign; peace committees about the hundred years of peace; opera singers going to the United States; artists who have painted some American’s portrait—­don’t you see?  I haven’t said a word about reporters and editors:  the city’s full of them.

     A Happy New Year.

     Affectionately,
     WAT.

     To Ralph W. Page[30]
     London, December 23, 1913.

     DEAR RALPH: 

. . .  The game is pretty much as it has been.  I can’t think of any new kinds of things to write you.  The old kinds simply multiply and repeat themselves.  But we are beginning now really to become acquainted, and some life friendships will grow out of our experience.  And there’s no doubt about its being instructive.  I get glimpses of the way in which great governments deal with one another, in ways that our isolated, and, therefore, safe government seldom has any experience of.  For instance, one of the Lords of the Admiralty told me the other night that he never gets out of telephone reach of the office—­not even half an hour.  “The Admiralty,” said he, “never sleeps.”  He has a telephone by his bed which he can hear at any moment in the night.  I don’t believe that they really expect the German fleet to attack them any day or night.  But they would not be at all surprised if it did so to-night.  They talk all the time of the danger and of the probability of war; they don’t expect it; but most wars have come without warning, and they are all the time prepared to begin a fight in an hour.

They talk about how much Germany must do to strengthen her frontier against Russia and her new frontier on the Balkan States.  They now have these problems in hand and therefore they are for the moment not likely to provoke a fight.  But they might.

It is all pitiful to see them thinking forever about danger and defense.  The controversy about training boys for the army never ends.  We don’t know in the United States what we owe to the Atlantic Ocean—­safe separation from all these troubles. . . .

But I’ve often asked both Englishmen and Americans in a dining room where there were many men of each country, whether they could look over the company and say which were English and which were Americans.  Nobody can tell till—­they begin to talk.

The ignorance of the two countries, each of the other, is beyond all belief.  A friend of Kitty’s—­an American—­received a letter from the United States yesterday.  The maid noticed the stamp, which had the head of George Washington on it.  Every stamp in this kingdom bears the image of King George.  She asked if the American stamp had on it the head of the American Ambassador!  I’ve known far wiser people to ask far more foolish questions.

     Affectionately,
     W.H.P.