in the glory of his long-dead ancestors. Not having Paris, or London,
or Madrid, or Rome as the Mecca of his dreams, his pilgrimage now
carried him to the infidel realities of the North,--to Washington,
New York, New Orleans, Newport and Atlantic City! He had the money
for travel, so why stay at home? He had the money to waste, so why
not dissipate? He had the thirst for sin, so why famish?

There were lovely women on board, and children with and without the
golden spoon; there were men whose names were known on both sides
of the Atlantic and whose reputations for integrity, sagacity,
intellect, and,--it must be confessed,--corruptness, (with the
author's apology for the inclusion); doughty but dogmatic university
men who had penetrated the wildernesses as naturalists, entomologists,
mineralogists, archaeologists, explorers; sportsmen who had forsaken
the lion, rhinoceros, hartebeest and elephant of Africa for the
jaguar, cougar, armadillo and anteater of South America; soldiers
of fortune whose gods had lured them into the comparative safety
of South American revolutions; miners, stock buyers and raisers,
profiteersmen, diplomats, priests, preachers, gamblers, smugglers
and thieves; others who had gone out for the Allies to buy horses,
beeves, grain, metal, chemicals, manganese and men; financiers,
merchants, lawyers, writers, musicians, doctors, dentists,
architects; gentiles and Jews, Protestants and Catholics, skeptics
and infidels,--in short, good men, bad men, beggar men, thieves.

The world will readily recall such names and personalities as
these: Abel T. Landover, the great New York banker; Peter Snipe,
the novelist; Solomon Nicklestick, the junior member in the firm of
Winkelwein & Nicklestick, importers of hides, etc., Ninth Avenue,
New York; Moses Block, importer of rubber; James January Jones, of