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Tag: Margaret Foster
Having two narrative streams running concurrently is perhaps an inevitable recipe for confusion, but a necessary one. Last week we caught up on events in Jigg's life while Evelyn and Jack were concentrating on their return to the United States, believing (largely because Jigg had told them as little as possible about events in his life) that they would be reunited with him and his family on their return. This selection of letters highlights Evelyn's disappointment at discovering Jigg was not in New York, and her continuing attempts to get news of him.
To Creighton and Paula Scott
26 Belsize Crescent
Darling Jig and Pavla-Paula:
In Pavla's letter of April she spoke somewhat sardonically of her "bi-annual" letter, and alluded to your finances as preclusive of that visit to Jack and myself here for which we had hopedbefore we go home. However, as I myself continued to write frequently, and to inquire as to the receipt of the parcels sent to you both and the children and—like those sent to you at Grünwald, unacknowledged until I pressed to have news of them—I did not suppose even the "bi-annual" letter would fail me.
Nonetheless, it apparently did, and either was never written or was not delivered here; and my natural anxiety on behalf of you both and of the four children was so increased by this apparent silence that, a little over a week ago, I wrote to the American Consul in Munich, explaining that I am Mr Creighton Scott's mother and that I have reason to wonder whether or not you have changed your address and informed me of it in some letter that has not yet got to me.
I asked the Consul to assist me as the American citizen I am to reach my son and daughter-in-law and four grandchildren. And I think it would be inhuman to refuse my request in view of the actual conditions against which we are all struggling and especially would it be inhuman because Jack and myself will probably have landed in New York within six weeks or a little over. I hope, therefore, that should the American Consul put me with Jack again in touch with my family, that you will not have been embarrassed by any misconstruction of what has happened about mail, for I also explained to the Consul that one of the three parcels sent since April was the carton of slightly worn clothing often mentioned by me in letters and mailed to you both August 1952 from Hamstead London NW3.
We hope to learn soon that you are all to return to the USA, and when. The clothes are of enough value to make a stink about if anything was done amiss respecting to the parcel, but Jig's own personal communication with Pavla's is the one thing that will relieve both Jack and myself of the feeling of downright oppression in having thus had communication either discouraged or deliberately interfered with there.
Please darlings do whatever you can on your side to assist us to be in touch with each other and in one country—the USA. Margaret De Silver has been the finest of real friends to us and, as she herself said, still wishes Jig and Harry De Silver could see more of each other. And a few others, as well, have helped Margaret to help by contributing to my "fund". We will have to go on to the Huntington Hertford1 a few weeks after landing, but honestly I myself will be incapable of making full use of their generous and sustained offer of six months of free board and lodging at their California Colony unless our minds can be relieved in some measure by news of Jigl. Down and out with every bloody tote and dictator in the world. There we stood in the war and there we will always stand.
From Armies or any Government Department daring to direct individual human lives. It is a crime to attempt such things. And among the tools of totes is "economy". So I herewith implore you both to be as candid as I am especially where money figured. [Remainder of letter missing]
1 After some effort, Jack had been offered 6 months' visiting fellowship at the Huntington Hertford Foundation, founded by the eponymous heir to a major supermarket hortune.
The following letter was one of a number, discovered after Paula died, that had never been opened.
To Creighton Scott
Mr Creighton Scott
care Mrs Gladys Grant
For forwarding if necessary.
Darlings please answer. The American Consul in Munich gave your forwarding address to relieve my distress when the parcels then there were unacknowledged. He wrote me a very good letter. We think of you six and Dad and Louise all the time so anxiously. My mss is still where it was there, unread—why doesn't Gladys write, we wonder, too. We will let you know when we know precisely when we will arrive. Love Mother
Darling Jig:
Two letters to you and Paula-Pavla and one letter to your Dad have been sent to Gladys' address since you all six returned home, with the request to her that if you were not stopping at her house, these be forwarded. The letters before this one went early in January, and when sending them I, also, wrote to her at some length. But there has been no reply so far, and I am very naturally somewhat distressed as I would like to know your precise whereabouts, how you and your Dad are when we arrive home again.
I said in the other letters that we were to sail on February 15th in the boat that would take about a week. This was the Ryndam, old Holland-Dutch Line. But we were counting on the letting of this re-furbished flat to complete the financing of our move; and as it is not rented yet and we have no cash for our train-fare to Southampton, for baggage mended and a little bought, for socks, stockings, warm undervests, an overcoat for Jack that will be presentable among social equals—he still has just his re-made service coat, recognizable as such and worn badly—and for baggage transport, porters' tips, and the alteration of the second coatsuit sent to me, etc, etc—as all these items are lacking yet, we cannot sail until either the flat is rented and paid in advance to supply these needs, or somebody with some money helps again with two to three hundred dollars. Two hundred would do it, but three would allow less skimping.
The reason I write you again without waiting on an answer is that I do not wish you to be alarmed, as you well might be with all these floods and a Dutch boat arriving without us in it. We are still hoping for some cancellation that will permit us to transfer to the Veendam of the same Line, or to some larger boat tourist. But the larger boat will require slightly more fare, hence the hope of the three hundred, which—and I implore it—you and Paula are not to worry about even to the extent of regretting that, as I know, you can do nothing.
Our steamer fares at the lower rate are paid. On December 1st, 1952, Jack secured his quota entrance—or re-entry as his eighteen years prior residence there counted preferentially—and the health certificates required as to his normality in every way. And thinking then we would soon be out of the woods, expected by the school to give notice of his voluntary resignation, when the Christmas holidays came, he resigned his job, as, in any case, also, he would have had to do to see tenants with whom I cannot discuss the business aspects of tentative offers.
The renovation of the flat has been achieved in a very niggling way, as he had to pay in most of the help we have had, in the Fund Margaret set up for me, to clear up tax arrears and maintenance bulls; and the entire situation has been atrocious in that every delay has meant a re-accumulation of heating bills, small or large repairs, and, of course, taxes, also, mounting; and the sums at Jack's disposal have been, as far as renovation went, too small to do everything at once, as we would have thought best. In December he secured the permission—maybe it was before December—of the Bank of England to reckon anything accruing on this house once the flat is rented as a transferable asset. He in this way satisfied the American Consular stipulations as to his finances; though had he been justly dealt with as the great author he actually is, he could have referred to his publishers there and here in proof of his comparative solvency.
But Jack MUST be in New York before April 9th, when his visa expires. Otherwise everything would have to be done again; there would be as much to clear up as before; and—beside—we are now without any source of income, and to take up a school jobherewould be a complete defeat.
I am, therefore, writing again to the few people I can think of who might know someone able to supply two to three hundred dollars more, so that we can GO HOME NOW without waiting on the rental of the flat. Jack has applied to the Admiralty about the Coronation, but they advertise only short period rentals for the Coronation proper. He has applied to the American Embassy's Consulate and find they do not advertise flats except for Army Officers, and it is against regulations for these to pay more than a month in advance, though in Britain people often pay a quarter's rent or six months when they have the funds and it is mutually convenient. A few people have looked at the flat, but left undecided and did not return; and yet there is a big demand for flats and this is comfortable with the central heat, plenty of hot water, three bedrooms, one large, one moderate and one small, a now largish hall dining-room, a large living room, a pretty bath and re-done lavatory, and a garden that—though not much cultivated now—can be made very nice. The furnishing is complete except for the dining room chairs to be bought with the rent. Once we have all travel expenses we can leave renting to the real estate agent. The rent is not in excess of other flats, and we have dropped a guinea a week off because a Frigidaire will have to be installed and rented, too, by those who feel they cannot do without one. It is our need for rent in advance at once that handicaps us. So we do implore "the gods" to supply what is lacking for travel independent of the flat as it will undoubtedly be taken with time. [Remainder of letter missing]
Dear Jigg:–
Your mother presumably left for California at 3PM on Wed Mar 25—in all that downpour! I saw her several times + she does talk more reasonably than she writes, altho rather buttonholing type of talk like the Ancient Mariner, + after 2 hrs the conversation gets more paranoid. However, she seemed pretty well + calm—but will it last!? She told me Miss Allin [?] had told you you were at the Chelsea [Hotel], + she went there + they were very vague as to when you had left + where you had gone. . . I began to feel pretty low + horrible when she talked lovingly about "my son" + about "The Muscovites" + how she was using your agent Russell. However, I'm sure I did right. She saw Charlotte Wilder + May Mayers—who seems to be a good egg– + Dawn was hospitable + helpful. Jack got an agent, too, + registered at several teachers agencies, so here's hoping!
Anyway, cheerio
MDeS
To Ralph Pearson
The Huntington Hartford Foundation
2000 Rustic Canyon Road, Pacific Palisades, California
Mr Ralph Pearson
Lecturer on Art
The University of New Mexico Arizona or New Mexico Phoenix or Albuquerque–we don't know which
Dear Ralph:
Jack and I have been assisted by some generous friends, of whom Margaret De Silver, is the chief, to return home. We sailed from Southampton, on March 1st, on the Holland-American Liner "Veendam", and were in New York just under two weeks, at the Hotel Earl off Washington Square, in Waverley Place.
Can you, if this reaches us, send Jig's address to his mother? If so Jack and I both will take it to be a human and kindly act.
After that period in which I sent letters to Jig in your care, at 288 Piermont Avenue, Nyack, our contact was re-established; and both in Rutherford–at both their addresses, Hawthorne and Ridge Streets [sic]–and in Red Hook, at their Pitcher Lane address, we corresponded at intervals. And we continued to correspond when Jig and Pavla went to Munich, while they were both at Grunwald and at Grafelfing; Pavla writing most of the letters but Jig signing some with her
I had, as their forwarding address, the address of Mrs Gladys Edgerton Grant, RFD1, Scotch Plains; and sent a letter to her in which I mentioned what was then a hope–that we might be in New York by early January. We were unable to leave when we had thought we woud, and the very letter in which I first told the date of our sailing–that it would be March 1st, and our passages were certain–was the first letter returned unopened of course to Mrs Grant by Free Europe New York office; to which she had been asked to forward Jig's mail and Pavla's.
I telephoned the Free Europe Radio Service in NY twice; and realize now I should have gone there. But their pleasant promise to do everything possible to locate him again in the USA put me off, so to speak. I know Jig's job was not "hushy" and was ordinary civilian radio. Free Europe assures me he is in the USA, was seen on his return, had been "in the office" but is not there now. They also said he had stayed at the Chelsea Hotel on 23rd Street with his family on landing last autumn–September probably1. I don't know what you think of the fact that we communicated when I was in London with Jack and Jig and Pavla were in Germany, yet are cut out of context with them the moment we set foot on the soil of the country of which I am native, but we regard such a contretemps as sheer barbarity–and not on Jig's part or Pavla's.
If you can help me, and care to take a human view, we shall be more than obliged.
We have Fellowships here, but no money whatever; and will return to New York in the late summer, as our fares back are guaranteed and Jack must have a school-job and is the one of us best qualified by experience and degree.
I have no reason to suppose you feel any longer any interest whatever in us; but–again–I appeal to you on the basis of human feeling. I think the fact that we have four grandchildren–all American born–in common, should be enough to suggest loyalty to us as Jig's near family as the most normal attitude. But goodness knows what anybody thinks of anything, since a disastrous metamorphosis has been wrought in so many of the country's views. I am just hoping.
Evelyn Dunn Scott Metcalfe (Mrs John or Mrs WJ)
1 Jigg and his family returned to the US in August 1952
Dear Jigg
I enclose a letter from your mother [missing]which I hope you'll read. I'd like to suggest that if + when you get yourself a far distant post office address, you write her a small non-committal letter telling her you're alive + well. It is going to be increasingly difficult for me to keep my up-to-now successful dead-pan front when they come back in the Fall. Her address is:–
Huntington-Hartford Foundation
2000 Rustic Canyon Road
Pacific Palisades, Calif
Best wishes to you!
Faithfully
Margaret DeS
How is Paula? I regret that it is impractical for us to meet.
To Margaret DeSilver
[Chelsea Hotel]
April 24 [?1953]
Dear Margaret
Sorry my letter threw you, as it appears to have done, and which I didn't intend. Your letters have never bored me, although I admit they have scared me at times. I don't think it's correct to say that you have been stupid about bringing E Scott and Jack to the 'States. What I do contend is that you, and the others involved, have failed to take into consideration that she is, in the strictly clinical sense, insane.
As you say, my mother was a bit of a witch hunter in her time. I can remember when she approached the (then) Dies Committee1 with considerable zest. Everybody who knew her at the time realises that she went quite overboard on the idea that there was a terrible conspiracy afoot to repress True Art, and that the super patriots, as represented by the Hearst Press, the un-American Activities Committee, etc. were natural allies against such a conspiracy. The logic of this did then, and still does, escape me altogether.
As I say, everyone knew, or suspected, that she was doing a bit of witch hunting. What nobody knew, and what the people I told have steadfastly refused to believe up this moment, is that she was nuts.
At the time in question, for example, I spent many hours trying to convince her that she was wrong in supposing that there was in existence a machine (a kind of telepathic radio) which enabled malignant influences(at that time communist, but today God knows what) to tune in on one's thoughts. A little later, I tried to talk her out of the notion that this same device had been improved to the point where it could not only be tuned in on one's thoughts, but used to twist, pervert and direct them as well. In 1943, at a time when she was considered to be quite sane, and when my own rationality was called into question for suggesting that she was not, she was urging me to get rid of my wife (Paula), by poison if necessary, because, she claimed, Paula was a robot under the influence of this contraption. It was later perfected, as she took pains to inform me, to the point where it could make people ill (How's your arthritis?). Not only that, but it soon transpired, as she made clear, that there was no such thing as a germ or a virus, or what have you. All diseases, mechanical fractures of the bone possibly excepted, were induced by this super-gadget. There was, however, a counteragent. If you thought "right" thoughts, and repeated the word "Peruna" frequently enough, you could outwit the gadget.
This is merely by way of illustrating the point things had reached ten years ago: they were plenty bad before that. I recall suggesting to various people that she might not be all there, and all I got was a sweet, sceptical smile—the smile one accords to someone who doesn't know what he's talking about. As a result, I tend to laugh a little bit sardonically, which I think I am entitled to do, because I have lived in a sweat for a good many years, with nobody to give me any advice.
Here is something else which will give him some intimation of what may—or may not—happen. One day I was called up on the mat by the President of the National Broadcasting Company, of which I was a rather humble employee. He had received a letter which was not easy for him to understand, from my mother. The gist of the intelligible parts was that NBC must be exerting some malignant influence over me, otherwise I would write more often (in those days I still wrote occasionally). I apologized to him and shortly thereafter found it convenient to find a job elsewhere, with ABC.
At ABC two things happened. Firstly, I found that my mother had a reputation among persons of more or less liberal complexion as their sworn enemy, and that it was assumed that I was her staunch supporter in this. My rather timid intimations that this was not so got me nowhere. The second thing that happened was that my boss at ABC goat the inevitable letter from my mother, asking, indirectly, that some kind of beat be put on me to make me a better correspondent, and suggesting that ABC was preventing me from writing. You can imagine what a difficult thing it was to explain to the foresaid boss. He is a pretty decent guy in many ways, but not subtle.
From ABC I moved to CBS. Ed Murrow is probably still puzzled by the letter he got from my mother trying to enlist his help in making me a more dutiful son. My mail was opened in Germany by the CIA, and I have often tried to imagine what General Walter Bedell Smith, or whoever my mother's letters (forwarded from the 'States) finally reached thought about their contents.
As far as I know she is still a confirmed letter writer.
Now I realize that the foregoing may sound completely incredible to you, or anyone else. Nevertheless it is true. However, about the only thing I have ever asked anybody to do about it is (1) kindly not hold me responsible for what my parents did—the sins of the fathers may be visited upon the sons in the bible, but this is supposed to be a non-biblical age; and (2) that someone look into the matter, with the aid of competent and qualified medical men, without automatically assuming that it couldn't be true because it was I who said so. If I am wrong, I shall be happy to abide by the decision of an unbiased judge, but I'm afraid I'm right. I have been for fifteen years, and the fact that I spent 25 of my 38 years dancing attendance on my mother and father gives my opinion some weight.
So much for that. You now have the main facts in fairly comprehensible form. Sorry to bother you with it all, but it seems easier to state the whole case in one lump that to try to explain it piecemeal.
I'm very grateful to you for what you are trying to do for my mother, and I'll do anything I can to help. Frankly, however, it presents certain problems. But don't let it get you down. Best of luck from Paula and myself.
Incidentally, you are the second person who asked me to write my mother in a week. Gladys Grant was the other. The letter is in the works.
1A predecessor of the House Un-American Activities Committee
Dear Jigg;-
Your letter just received so horrifies and fascinates me that I hasten to answer it, even tho a letter from me must always scare and bore you! What fascinates me is the revelation of my own stupidity, and what horrifies me are the implications involved in E's remarks to which I scarcely paid any attention!
First let me hasten to say that my arthritis—the present—was only mentioned to Evelyn because I was bored with hearing of her complaints and thought I'd just stick in one of my own. But I see that that is dangerous as, like other mentally ill people I know, Evelyn never forgets a damn thing. I have always assumed it was Evelyn's enormous vanity that made her unable to admit that you of your own free will wish NOT to communicate with her, but had not the heart to come right out and say so—she would not have accepted it anyway. BUT I did NOT know she was so thoroughly au courant as to your ideas and intentions.
Plenty of people DID warn me against trying to bring Evelyn here are plenty are hiding out in fear and trembling, all of which makes me feel an utter ass, softy, simpleminded "Do-Gooder"—such always mess things up for all concerned. But I did somehow think that if E got out of that hideous environment she might be able to do some creative work again.
It was very sweet of Paula to write me a few lines. I did not know Margaret1 was so ill, and feel rather guilty because I did not answer a letter she wrote me about Foster's book. Evelyn had also assailed Margaret as to your whereabouts and she had answered she did not know where you were. Knowing how Margaret has always felt about Evelyn, I was surprised that Evelyn would communicate with her. Dr Mayers, by the way, seems to have remained discretely loyal to you. She also told me that Paula is a beauty.
Yes, Cyril and E both sure have outsized egos but I sort of assumed that was a disease of artists—that they had to have egos to buck all sorts of things. But I must say when they get top-heavy, one certainly ceases to function and instead does only endless damage.
Well, that's enough. Good luck to you both. And thank you for writing Evelyn.
Margaret DeSilver
1 Margué Foster, Paula's mother.
To Evelyn Scott
Ranchos de Taos, New Mexico
Dear Evelyn:
As I wired you, it is absolutely impossible for me to see you at any time. This I explained in my wire. Joe also feels as I do that there is no use in post mortems.
So please do not come to see us at any time. I hope all goes well with you.
I have had no word from Pavli for months.
Margué
To Paula Scott
Dearest Paula:
This is not an answer to your and [Denise's] wonderful letters. That will come later.
This is on a subject I have held off writing you about since last March. Evelyn has written Frieda LawrenceD H 1 Ravagli a six-page letter like all her others to me trying to get her to get your address from me. It gives her father's date of death and name and all his jobs, her mother's etc. The exact words of her wire to me and may answer that I didn't have your address.
So I am sending you her address and perhaps you can just write her you and Jigg are well and the children. You need not send your address but you could get her off our backs.
Frieda sent me the letter and said she could not make head or tail of it and what should she do. I'm sorry she has been bothered.
So no more of this. I'll write soon.
Love to you, all of you,
1 D H Lawrence and his wife Frieda lived in Taos during the 1930s and in this small community would have known Margué and her husband.
The Benjamin Franklin Hotel
NYC 24, NY
Creighton and Paula Scott
care Mrs Gladys E Grant
Darlings:
We have arrived in New York again and will be here at shortest a week, at longest a month to six or seven weeks1, all depending on what is done for our financing, beginning today with Jack's trying to connect with teaching posts, some for tutoring higher mat here as well as permanent for next autumn.
I have applied to other Foundations and am hopeful, as the responses have been kind cordial and remembering of everything we have done and will do soon with enough to complete our books own—nominally to me but actually saving two authors at once.
Ever since the letter each—one Jig's and one Paula's—in December and January we have been awaiting your address so we can stop this damnable nonsense of having to ask Gladys to forward all our letters to you. She is good about it but it makes no sense to us, and when we have every so often to admit to others this is the case, it makes no sense to them either. Give Jig's Dad our love—on this we insist and will always insist as it DOES MAKE SENSE TO DO SO.
If there is any way at all that we can see you or you us as soon as we have any money to go anywyere for a day with you all and to see the five grands we will save for this really GREAT EVENT. Think how nice it will be for us all and for JACK TO MEET HIS STEP-GRANDCHILDREN.
I have not yet seen Mathew, Julia or Robert—please darlings let's end a situation that is senseless and is bound to be equivocally interpreted by poison-minds—it just makes no sense and never will. We are all so lovingly well disposed—you, us and your Dad I am sure.
We are concerned as to your health, prospects and as to the mutual preservation of the dearest of our human contacts—one of the chief reasons we were so distressed that it took so long to finance our return from England.
I am naturally going to go on telling every body until we actually have your addresses—but we don't want candour exploited either.
Jack may get a job near Chicago for next fall, though whether this is the best place or not we dont know until we know where you are—NOW NOW NOW tout de suite.
Remember your health and your prospects are one with ours to us because affection does just that—human attachments are at least half the value of every life.
We hope to see Gladys but she is Mrs Sherlock Holmes where any of you are concerned. I suppose that to her is loyalty. I don't agree with it, because it implies you have "chosen" where I know damn well you cannot have "chosen" as you have far too much real sense to have done anything so stupid about addresses.
We left The Huntington Hertford Foundation in good standing and on an amiable footing with the Director Dr John Vincent;, his wife, his son and daughter—children—the Assistant Director Mr Proctor Stafford, and all the present Fellows. We have really liked a number, and most of the incomprehensions we first encountered were due to foreignness and poor English. Dr Vincent is tops as a classical composer.
We have been told several people were "dead" who have turned out to be still among the living. Once you hear that, you are in a spot as to saying the wrong thing. It is a lousy rumour unless well verified.
WE AIN'T LICKED YOU AIN'T LICKED CYRIL AIN'T LICKED.
Love love love love love love love
to Paula Evelyn—to Jigg Mother
Love from Jack
1 Despite this hopeful statement, they remained in the Benjamin Franklin Hotel until late 1963.
[The first pages of the following letter were torn up by Gladys, but the parts that remain are worth recording as they express her feelings, perhaps more forcibly than the undamaged letter would have done.]
I am answering at last after tearing …
us answers because I love you and …
of everything, hard as you may find …
Can't you realize how much easier …
me to give you the old and probably …
that I have instead of keeping …
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not to accuse me of injustice …
matter. I have forwarded you …
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…You are quite right that I avoid
… about Jig and Paula.
It is not that I don't want to, but because you ask impossibly intimate questions that I have no way of answering and then accuse me of lying or concealing. For instance I have no possible way of knowing about Jig's health. Even on the few past occasions when I visited them, I could only tell you what I saw or they volunteered. Evidently Jig told you much more when he saw you in London and this was only natural.I can't possibly remember how many times I saw Jig or the family since 1941. Not many and we did not discuss you or Jack or any of them. And all you wrote abut 22 years ago was completely new to me. I was either selfishly absorbed in my own first love affair and did not know what was going on or was away in Darien. Both probably.
Please forgive the tone of this letter. I am no longer angry, but still deeply hurt. I do realize that you and Jack have been and are still going through terrible times and wish I could help. Yet you have your work and you have each other which is so much much much more than many of the rest of us. It is tragic that your work is not appreciated, but isn't that always the fate of true artists? Not that that makes it any easier! But you have Jack's love and I still and have always known that love is the greatest thing in the world!
Love to you both—
Brooklyn Hospital
Dearest Pavli—
No news is good news I trust, in this case, on your part.
Perhaps you already know the following—that Evelyn Scott has placed a notice in the NY Times asking anybody informed of it—to let her have the address of her son—someone sent the clipping to Gertrude—who I think mislaid it—Does Creighton know her address?
I am still here, you see—but improving—beginning practicing walking. I still have to push a chair before me—and have a nurse beside me—but the time is near when I shall be able to go home.
I save clippings for the children without being sure that they care for them.
Aunt Kitty
[The following two letters are linked: Margué included the handwritten postcard from Evelyn in her letter to Paula.]
To Margaret Foster
Dear Margué:
I am still hoping, as Jack does, that you may, by now, have the address of Paula and Jig, Denise, Fredrick, Mathew, Julia and Robert, and will send it on to use for the sake of our love for themall. We havent been able to locate Ralph and family either. Evelyn.
Dearest P,
I'm so sorry for the delay in sending this card. I was up to my ears in work and forgot it! I'm so glad you are better. But sorry you had pneumonia! Even mildly. I'm feeling a little better since the cooler weather. And since all this work gets me more active. But, alas, I must stop and get this off.
Best love to you all,
[It is not clear who the Herman Rappaport of this letter is, although it appears from the letter that another of a similar name helped Evelyn during the 1940s. This letter and the following give an insight into life at the Benjamin Franklin Hotel.[
To Herman Rappaport
Mr Herman Rappaport
Brooklyn 17, NY
Dear Mr Rappaport:
I trust the misleadingly "businesslike" look of this typewritten letter, will still allow me to say convincingly that my husband and myself both continue to be touched by your kindness, and that we are already thinking of you as someone we hope to meet in person in the spirit that can develop long-range acquaintance into friendliness on the firmer foundation of mutual personal knowledge.
I write on the typewriter because I always allow my personal mail to accumulate to be answered on Sunday, as the one way to get on with a novel that has suffered an infinitude of set-backs. But I ask you to believe, as it is the fact, that your gift to me of my first novel, The Narrow House, has been in my mind ever since it was delivered at the hotel on Tuesday or Wednesday, with the cheering effect you, in your generosity, of course, intended.
As it would have been natural to do so, I hope you read the letter that was missent, and for our very good old friends, the Rappoports, with your initials: Mr Harry Rappoport our lawyer of other days and, again, now, as we have recovered the contact. And the reason I especially hope you read it is that it conveyed something of our difficulties after 1945; which have been very little ameliorated since we came home.
So you see the real extent of your kindness! Here at the hotel we are still in one room, and as it is of moderate size and has just one table fit to type on, you can, I am sure, imaging the problem for two writers. That I have had the advantage of the table during much of the time is, by no means, a cause for congratulation on all scores, as John Metcalfe's teaching job takes all his time from between 7.30 am, when he leaves here, and after six when he returns—this including those "descents into the maelstrom" that describe subway travel today, in New York. And on Saturdays and Sundays, he is usually too tired to do much more than correct pupil exercise books.
This is a state of affairs for which we are trying to find some solution in publication and revivals—our new books the main issue at stake at present—and in saving pennies so as to be sure of enough to live on next summer. That this particular aspect of artist-predicament is not peculiar to ourselves we well realize. I am an American citizen and have been continuously so all my life, and after Mr Metcalfe's long familiarity with the country of eighteen years pre-war residence he was as shocked as I am to see how much the cultural scene had deteriorated since "planned living" became the rule. But we just don't "give up the ship".
We take this to be so of you, also, as of our other Rappoport friends; who, like you, staunchly support cultural values—or so I trust we rightly gather in view of your specific kindnesses to us. And knowing, because of your mention of it, that your interest in serious writing has weathered the illness to which you referred, we will, indeed, look forward to the long-deferred breathing-spell for us that will include an opportunity for us to come together in person at tea or over drinks. I trust this is not taking too much for granted. We, on our part, should like to know more of you.
I thought I would write, this time, one of my periodic long letters that really is intended for Mr Herman A Rappoport, to whom we are now both sincerely indebted for copies of our books.
With every appreciation and good wish, in which John Metcalfe joins me,
Evelyn Scott
We have read with interest, as my postcard, I hope, indicated, your sympathetic account of our own difficulties of so many years in finding satisfactory quarters in which to make a home. It was just a usual run of "bad luck" that put me to bed temporarily just when we might have been meeting you and Mrs Rappaport. You are both generous again to proffer your hospitality in that full measure which includes cooking a dinner; especially when all we could—and it really is could—offer was eventual drinks in our room or near. This one of those ambiguous hotels that have the part privilege of an apartment-house, in that those who have no kitchenette in their rooms are at liberty to use the "community" kitchens on each floor. But we were in such a spot for a means to live during the summer, before my husband's job began, that we have not yet invested in anything but some crude Woolworth cups and exactly two plates, and knives and forks; and haven't even a saucepan other than one very small one.
This is a state of affairs we had vaguely assumed would be ended with the autumn, but there have been—as I suppose every one finds—drains on salary that have caused us to postpone the purchase of our kitchen equipment while we make sure—if we can—that next summer's school vacation does not land us just where we were when we came back from the year at The Huntington Hartford Foundation that began our experiences since we came home.
This is all very elaborate explanation; but having been touched by the books, I feel niggardly and almost "mean", in being unable—both of us—to respond with the hospitality that would be as "symbolic" as your gifts of our books.
However, indeed we do accept, as perhaps I have already made clear. But still we cannot set dates as John Metcalfe has about a week to do everything he should in respect to seeing people about the publication of new novels by him and the revival of old; and as a matter of diplomacy we have to leave it to others to decide first on convenient meetings.
Can you descent [sic] to my use of postcards, and sometime drop us a line indicating how many days notice you and Mrs Rappaport should have beforehand not to conflict with your own engagements, which may be complicated by Christmas, when everybody asks everybody somewhere, it still seems.
I don't say telephone me because the public telephone is outside my door and has no box around it, and I am developing an anti-telephone phobia, the constant chatter of voluble ladies is so obstructing to my writing. I can hear everything they say, try NOT to though I do. This is nothing to sit on–they stand an hour at a time, like cows.
Your library, as you describe it, has a sound or look of healing. I used to be like Mrs Rappaport and say once I had absorbed the content of a book ownership mattered little. But I have become now, as John Metcalfe always was, like you; and as the good books published become fewer, have returned to that prizing view of my adolescence when my own—very own—carefully chosen small library was the most precious of my personal possessions. The horrible atrocious paper books with horrible atrocious bindings have tended to encourage the discarding of all books, after readings as cursory as the make-up. Even libraries can't stock—public libraries—paper books until they are re-bound, hence often just don't.
You write in the civilized way with a pen, and I don't—so please don't again feel you have ever to tax your strength—which I gather is not much—by replying in kind, unless you deeply wish to.
I write letters on Sundays, but this, too, is my substitute, a good part of the time, for conversation.
With sincerity, and many thanks to Mrs Rappaport too—from us both.
Of course telephoning is not tabooed—just we don't prefer it. The number is Endicott 2-1100, and by all means use it if it would save you inconvenience, but phoning is best around five pm.
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Very little correspondence has been found for the period after their return to the US and their 6-month stay at the Hartington Hertford Foundation has been found, possibly because after her death in 1963 a grief-stricken Jack destroyed many of her papers as he could not, he explained, bear to see her handwriting. From the letters that remain it appears they left California in 1954 and found what was probably the only accommodation they could afford, a two-room serviced apartment in a rather run-down residential hotel, the Benjamin Franklin Hotel on Manhattan's upper West Side. There they lived until Evelyn died in 1963.
Bonnie Burn Road, Scotch Plains, NJ
Dear Paula:
Hope this may help a little. Wish it could be more! But it brings with it all my love.
In case you don't know Evelyn is leaving tomorrow morning for Calif. I talked to her on the telephone and she said they could not possibly stay longer. However tomorrow afternoon or Thursday morning I'll call the hotel to be absolutely positive. Unless you hear from me you'll know the coast is clear. Hope to see you soon.
Love to all
Glads
Your mother presumably left for California at 3PM on Wed Mar 25—in all that downpour! I saw her several times and she does talk more reasonably than she writes, altho rather buttonholing type of talk like the Ancient Mariner, and after 2 hrs the conversation gets more paranoid. However, she seemed pretty well and calm—but will it last!? She told me Miss Allen had told her you were at the Chelsea, and she went there and they were very vague as to when you had left and where you had gone. . .[1] I began to feel pretty low and horrible when she talked lovingly about "my son" and about The Muscovites and how she was using your agent Russell. However, I'm sure I did right. She saw Charlotte Wilder and May Mayers—who seems to be a good egg– and Dawn was hospitable and helpful. Jack got an agent, too, and registered at several teachers agencies, so here's hoping!
[1]Jig and his family were still at the Chelsea Hotel in Manhattan, then a cheap residential hotel, where they had been for over a year since their return from Germany. He had presumably asked the desk not to give out any details to anyone who enquired.
The Huntington Hartford Foundation,
Pacific Palisades, California
The University of New Mexico Arizona or New Mexico
Phoenix or Albuquerque–we don't know which
Can you, if this reaches us [sic], send Jig's address to his mother? If so Jack and I both will take it to be a human and kindly act.
After that period in which I sent letters to Jig in your care, at 288 Piermont Avenue, Nyack, our contact was re-established; and both in Rutherford–at both their addresses, Hawthorne and Ridge Streets–and in Red Hook, at their Pitcher Lane address, we corresponded at intervals. And we continued to correspond when Jig and Pavla went to Munich, while they were both at Grunwald and at Grafelfing; Pavla writing most of the letters but Jig signing some with her.
It was after Jig returned home with his family that the American Consulate in Munich informed me, in replying to a letter I sent them about a letter of some value that, apparently, when mailed to them from London, was lost, that Jig's job in Munich had been with the Free Europe Radio Service and that it had then–some while before last Christmas–been concluded, and he and Pavla, Denise, Fredrick, Mathew and Julia had sailed already for their home in the USA.
I telephoned the Free Europe Radio Service in NY twice; and realize now I should have gone there. But their pleasant promise to do everything possible to locate him again in the USA put me off, so to speak. I know Jig's job was not "hushy" and was ordinary civilian radio. Free Europe assures me he is in the USA, was seen on his return, had been "in the office" but is not there now. They also said he had stayed at the Chelsea Hotel on 23rd Street with his family on landing last autumn–September probably. I don't know what you think of the fact that we communicated when I was in London with Jack and Jig and Pavla were in Germany, yet are cut out of context with them the moment we set foot on the soil of the country of which I am native, but we regard such a contretemps as sheer barbarity–and not on Jig's part or Pavla's.
I phoned Nyack information to ask whether you were still listed in the Nyack phone book, and she told you were not; so perhaps the Design Workshop has been permanently transported to Albuquerque Arizona.
I enclose a letter [missing] from your mother which I hope you'll read. I'd like to suggest that if and when you get yourself a far distant post office address, you write her a small non-committal letter telling her you're alive and well. It is going to be increasingly difficult for me to keep my up-to-now successful dead-pan front when they come back in the Fall. Her address is:– Huntington-Hartford Foundation, 2000 Rustic Canyon Road, Pacific Palisades, Calif.
223 West 23rd St, New York City
April 24 [1953]
As you say, my mother was a bit of a witch hunter in her time. Everybody who knew her at the time realises that she went quite overboard on the idea that there was a terrible conspiracy afoot to repress True Art, and that the super patriots, as represented by the Hearst Press, the un-American Activities Committee, etc. were natural allies against such a conspiracy. The logic of this did then, and still does, escape me altogether.
At the time in question, for example, I spent many hours trying to convince her that she was wrong in supposing that there was in existence a machine (a kind of telepathic radio) which enabled malignant influences (at that time communist, but today God knows what) to tune in on one's thoughts. A little later, I tried to talk her out of the notion that this same device had been improved to the point where it could not only be tuned in on one's thoughts, but used to twist, pervert and direct them as well. In 1943, at a time when she was considered to be quite sane, and when my own rationality was called into question for suggesting that she was not, she was urging me to get rid of my wife (Paula), by poison if necessary, because, she claimed, Paula was a robot under the influence of this contraption. It was later perfected, as she took pains to inform me, to the point where it could make people ill (How's your arthritis?). Not only that, but it soon transpired, as she made clear, that there was no such thing as a germ or a virus, or what have you. All diseases, mechanical fractures of the bone possibly excepted, were induced by this super-gadget. There was, however, a counteragent. If you thought "right" thoughts, and repeated the word "Peruna" frequently enough, you could outwit the gadget. To prove the point (she was living with me at the time) she deliberately infected my son Frederick (then a baby) with the flu, from which he nearly died.
This is merely by way of illustrating the point things had reached ten years ago: they were plenty bad before that. I recall suggesting to various people that she might not be all there, and all I got was a sweet, sceptical smile—the smile one accords to someone who doesn't know what he's talking about.
At ABC two things happened. Firstly, I found that my mother had a reputation among persons of more or less liberal complexion as their sworn enemy, and that it was assumed that I was her staunch supporter in this. My rather timid intimations that this was not so got me nowhere. The last person with whom I had an argument on this score happens to have been Whittaker Chambers (he wasn't famous yet) who offered me a job at Time. After that I just shut up and played my cards close to my chest. The second thing that happened was that my boss at ABC got the inevitable letter from my mother, asking, indirectly, that some kind of heat be put on me to make me a better correspondent, and suggesting that ABC was preventing me from writing. You can imagine what a difficult thing it was to explain to the foresaid boss when I mention that he is now in the publicity department of the NAM, where he longed to be. He is a pretty decent guy in many ways, but not subtle.
Plenty of people DID warn me against trying to bring Evelyn here and plenty are hiding out in fear and trembling, all of which makes me feel an utter ass, softy, simpleminded "Do-Gooder"—such always mess things up for all concerned. But I did somehow think that if E got out of that hideous environment she might be able to do
It was very sweet of Paula to write me a few lines. I did not know Margaret was so ill, and feel rather guilty because I did not answer a letter she wrote me about Foster's book. Evelyn had also assailed Margaret as to your whereabouts and she had answered she did not know where you were. Knowing how Margaret has always felt about Evelyn, I was surprised that Evelyn would communicate with her. Dr Mayers, by the way, seems to have remained discretely loyal to you. She also told me that Paula is a beauty.
As I wired you, it is absolutely impossible for me to see you at any time. This I explained in my wire. Joe1 also feels as I do that there is no use in post mortems.
So please do not come to see us at any time.
I hope all goes well with you.
1Joe Foster was Margué's second husband and Paula's step-father
This is not an answer to your and Bumpy's wonderful letters. That will come later.
This is on a subject I have held off writing you about since last March. Evelyn has written Frieda Lawrence Ravagli1 a six-page letter like all her others to me trying to get her to get your address from me. It gives her father's date of death and name and all his jobs, her mother's etc. The exact words of her wire to me and may answer that I didn't have your address. All about Cyril and her divorce. The names of Paul and Frederick Wellman and their occupations. Etc. Etc.
1One-time wife of D H Lawrence. The Lawrences were living in Taos at that time.
From Jack Metcalfe's diary:
December 25, 1953: Went over to Community House for Christmas celebrations 5.30. Drinks. Dinner. Distribution of presents,–John Vincent being Santa Claus. I got tie, Evelyn stockings. We also had gifts of chocolate, nuts, etc. Before going over to dinner, I opened packet of railroad post-cards from R Wylie, and found it also contained $10! January 7, 1954: In evening got $125 from Derlett, also unpleasant letter from Maggie. January 9, 1954: Letter from Pavla to E.
January 21, 1954: Matthew's birthday, – today or tomorrow!
February 12, 1954: E and I had interview with Dr V1 after breakfast
March 8, 1954: In evening E had letter from Charles Day enclosing $50.
March 24, 1954: Day spent in preparations for departure.
March 25, 1954: Did odd jobs connected with our departure. In afternoon, after nap, made some notes from encyclopedia. Dinner in "our honour". Usual awful business afterwards of packing and locking bulging trunks.
March 26, 1954: In morning went in to Los Angeles with John and Sal and heavy luggage, which I checked through to NYC.
March 27, 1954: Left Huntington Hartford Foundation at 11.15,- being driven in to LA by Sal. Left LA at 1.30. Dinner at about six or six-thirty. Poorish night, as expected.
March 28, 1954: All day on train.
March 29, 1954: Reached Chicago 7.15 am. Snowing. Taxi from Dearborn to LaSalle. Martin Sheffield turned up at 9.15 and took us to Bismark Hotel, where we engaged a room and chatted. Lunch at the hotel, – oyster stew for E and self. Martin presented us with $30. Left hotel at 2.15 by taxi to LaSalle depot and got aboard train "The Pacemaker" at 2.35. Left at 3. Dinner rather early, – about 5.30.
March 30, 1954: Reached New York at 8.45, and, after much telephoning etc, fixed up at the Benjamin Franklin hotel. Had lunch out. I made two journeys, for heavy and then for lighter luggage, to Grand Central. Nap. We had dinner out, at Rudley's. Had hair cut today.
March 31, 1954: Breakfasted at Rudley's at 9. Rang St Bernards,- Mr Westgate away. Went PO on 83rd ST,- fill in and posted card to Immigration notifying new address. Cashed a traveller's cheque at bank. Returned to hotel and rang St Bernards again, – success, – finally arranging to ring Mr Fry between 6.30 and 7.30 tonight. Did so. E and I had dinner. Bed.
1Dr Vincent, then director of the Huntington Hartford Foundation.
have met several people this year
From John Metcalfe's diary:
April 1, 1954: E and I passed v disturbed night with diarrhoea. I went out and got coffee in containers, and buns, for our breakfast. Beatrice (cleaner) did our room at 10.45 while we had more coffee out. Lunch at Rudley's. Nap. I went out and bought brown hat, and then on to Village with idea of seeing Fanny,- but did not do so. Looked in vain for place to get hat blocked and cleaned. Back to hotel by 6.30. E and I had dinner at Waldorf. Later went out and bought brioches and croissants from DuBarry's at corner.
April 2, 1954: Interview with Mr Westgate at St Bernards School in morning, – satisfactory save for rather low salary. Lunch. Nap. Remembered must have funds over week-end so cashed withdrew further $20 traveller's cheque. Resumed nap,- but then Mr Fles rang up. Again resumed nap. At 5.30 telephoned Craven (had already done so after lunch and found Mr French left), – saying would ring again Monday.
April 3, 1954: Breakfast at Rudley's. On return found letters from McDowell, Derleth and Guggenheim,- the last being a durn-damn. Derleth set me my jacket for The Feasting Dead. I rang Davison, and then rang Mr Westgate in definite acceptance of post at St Bernards. Wrote and posted letters to Gannett and Derleth. Bought percolator and crockery, and later coffee and condensed milk and brioches. Had lunch "at home", using community kitchen for boiling water. Before this had opened a trunk in store-room and extracted letter-files. Nap from 3 to 4. Went out and bought coffee pot etc. Dinner at 7 at Waldorf.
April 4, 1954: Breakfast "at home" of coffee and brioches etc.
April 5, 1954: Shopped in morning,- tobacco, cooking utensils etc. Strained heart while buying lemon meringue pie. Lunch at "home" of bacon and pie. Had rung Mrs Aronson in morning. Nap. More shopping etc. E and I had dinner at Waldorf. Bed. Posted letters to Maggie, Walter, French, Inglis, Pleasantville and Putney.
April 9, 1954: Gladys came unexpectedly. Went bank etc. Lunched at Waldorf, with Gladys.
April 15, 1954: Went to Searing Tutorial School and left testimonials etc. Pay only $2 per hr.
April 18, 1954: Easter, and very dull. E thought valuables lost at 10 am. Found again at 4 pm. No dinner.
May 14, 1954: Back at hotel and found Maggie had sent us whisky, brandy, tea and coffee. Sampled the whiskey before supper.
May 25, 1954: Gladys and Edgerton visited us in evening and took us to supper at Waldorf Cafeteria.
June 2, 1954: Back at hotel about 6.15 and found Maggie there. She left about 7.30, – giving us present of cheese and a book.
June 5, 1954: This morning E and I had stroll to yacht basin by Riverside Dr while maid was cleaning our room.
[First page missing]
You are quite right that I avoid writing about Jig and Paula. It is not that I don't want to, but because you ask impossibly intimate questions that I have no way of answering and then accuse me of lying or concealing. For instance I have no possible way of knowing about Jig's health. Even on the few past occasions when I visited them, I could only tell you what I saw or they volunteered. Evidently Jig told you much more when he saw you in London and this was only natural.
I can't possibly remember how many times I saw Jig or the family since 1941. Not many and we did not discuss you or Jack or any of them. And all you wrote abut 22 years ago was completely new to me. I was either selfishly absorbed in my own first love affair and did not know what was going on or was away in Darien. Both probably.
Please forgive the tone of this letter. I am no longer angry, but still deeply hurt. I do realize that you and Jack have been and are still going through terrible times and wish I could help. Yet you have your work and you have each other which is so much much much more than many of the rest of us. It is tragic that your work is not appreciated, but isn't that always the fate of true artists? Not that that makes it any easier!
But you have Jack's love and I still know and have always known that love is the greatest thing in the world!
Love to you both–Always
Aunt Kitty¹
1 "Aunt Kitty" (Gertrude Brownell) was Paula's great-aunt on her mother's side.
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Hazard: Chelsea have to solve this 'problem'
Fido | December 28, 2018 December 28, 2018 | Football
It is "time to decide" the future of Chelsea forward Eden Hazard, says manager Maurizio Sarri.
The 27-year-old Belgium international, who passed 100 goals for the club in Wednesday's 2-1 Premier League win over Watford, said he wanted to become a Chelsea 'legend".
Hazard, whose contract expires in June 2020, has been linked with a summer move to Real Madrid.
Sarri said Chelsea "have to solve this problem".
Asked whether he expects Hazard to remain a Chelsea player in the long term, he said: "I don't know but I think that it's time to decide."
Hazard said in October it was his "dream" to join Spanish side Madrid, although two days later he ruled out a move to the Bernabeu in the January transfer window.
After scoring twice at Vicarage Road, Hazard said: "I want to score more for this club and then try to be a legend like Frank Lampard, Didier Drogba and John Terry."
Italian Sarri said: "I have not the power to do this. I am the coach. I am not the president. I am not in charge of the market.
"I want to speak to him only about the position on the pitch."
Chelsea, who are fourth in the table, travel to Crystal Palace on Sunday.
Rangers get easy opponent for CAF Confed playoff stage
Antonio Valencia to remain Manchester United captain – Solskjaer

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Americans eat more fast foods than other foods due to the manner in which they are marketed. They are convenient, cheap, tastes good and are finger foods meaning one can eat with his or her bare fingers. Eating is among the pleasures of life, although it can be bad for someone's health when they eat fast foods, which have high-refined sugars, saturated fats and sodium, which lead to obesity, diabetes and other adverse health conditions. Fast food is a term used for various items that may be prepared and served within a short period (Fraser, Graham, Cade ; Edwards 77). Fast food is a food supplied quickly after placing an order and with limited service. Nonetheless, the best way of distinguishing fast food is use of formal characteristics: Required time – those who eat fast food are not willing to spend quite a lot of time in selection process and eating. In some incidences, they eat while walking or standing, on the park bench, bus or at work. The main question on fast foods is the effects of eating fast food and the impact they have on the health of an individual.
Everyone should have a second thought before deciding to eat fast foods. This is because there are numerous health risks when eating foods made within a considerably short time. These foods are not taken care of properly, considering factors like the location the food is produced. Despite being easily cooked and bought, the health risks outweigh the satisfaction obtained within five minutes from the food. Therefore, people ought to think keenly before eating fast food.
The health risks resulting from consumption of a lot of fast food are a threat to life. For instance, obesity can result from consumption of fast food. Fast food is normally made from fats with high saturation and if calories obtained are not worked off, then one can become obese. Notably even small fast food quantities contain high levels of calories (Alexandria 66). The quantity has fooled some people and they tend to eat more of small quantities thinking they are harmless. Therefore, without their knowledge, they end up consuming huge amounts of calories. This is a main example of the manner in which individuals have been consuming huge amounts of calories without their knowledge. The only risk is not obesity; heart disease is also a major concern. What someone eats has high chances of affecting the health of their heart and chances of developing heart diseases, which are a threat to life. After eating different sugars, fats, and salts, the heart grows weak and this endangers an individual's life.
Fast food appears to have found its way into the homes of many Americans. It has changed the diets of the Americans as well as their culture. According to Schlosser, the diet of a society can hold a similar importance to the art or technology of that society. He gives an elaboration on his thought concerning the connection between food and culture by stating that if Americans were wiped from the face of the earth suddenly, people would obtain technological advances, numerous arts, book and a multihued hamburger wrapper from McDonald. The phrase that one is what he eats is currently a true reflection of the American culture. Overuse of the processed food, served by fast food industries has caused a significantly negative image amongst Americans (Plater, ; Egger, 63). A stereotype has been developed in America from foreign countries that all Americans are overweight. The reality of this stereotype is not far from being realized. America is currently known to be the fattest nation globally (Whitfield 136). Despite the fact that America is currently reputed for being overweight, some of the American citizens do not suffer from obese conditions. Apparently, some individuals have managed to sustain their healthy living styles as they live in a country with significant temptation to consume fatty foods. The challenging part is that when dealing with the fast foods industry many people give in to these persuasions. The fast food companies with big names do not physically motivate hungry customers to buy the products. However, these companies have significant influence in the choices people make on where an individual eats by starting new restaurants in different areas. This growth of fast food industry contributes to the increase of the health problems in America.
The increase in the fast food companies' profit margin is directly proportional to the deterioration in the customers' health condition. In the Super Size Me documentary by Morgan Spurlock, he examines the increased problem of Americans who struggle with overweight and obese conditions. In this documentary, Spurlock tries to prove that the fast foods corporations are to be blamed when dealing with obesity, Spurlock specifically uses McDonald in explanation considering the financial success and global attention the corporation possesses. Spurlock is seen consuming the products produced by McDonald three times a day everyday for thirty days. After the completion of thirty days, his cholesterol level had gone up by sixty points, as he gains twenty-five pounds; additionally, doctors stated that his liver had literally changed into fat.
The aforementioned documentary enables the average American to gain more information and be more aware of the adverse effects caused by fast foods on human body for a given time period. In America, the national obesity epidemic has continued to grow with fast food company influence. The obesity conditions in America have increased significantly, and it comes second after smoking, among the preventable causes of death. Consumers have not been discouraged by death from consuming fast food. Every day, one in four Americans buy fast food. McDonald restaurant are situated in strategic places like gas stations, grocery stores and even hospitals. Considering the various health risks people are exposed to after eating fast food, it may be rather convenient for one to eat the hospital food or eat while in hospital. Some of the probable health concern arising in older adults due to overuse of fast food include colon cancer, prostate cancer, breast cancer, respiratory problems, sleep apnea, gallbladder disease, stroke, coronary heart disease, and hypertension. Rational explanation to the obesity problem and other health concerns, which fast foods can cause, would be simply lowering the levels of calories, sodium, fat, as well as other unhealthy components lying within chicken nuggets and hamburgers. In accordance with the main website of Food and Drug Administration, a 2011 proposal initiated to lower the counts of sodium in food for controlling the consumer hands. This proposal aims at reducing the risk of stroke and heart disease. However, the success of this proposal is discouraged by the fast food companies' self-regulation. In a certain article, Mark Bittman claims that major companies dealing with fast foods self regulate their food nutrition level. Through self-regulation mechanisms, these companies have started to set their nutritional guidelines. This has allowed the fast food manufactures to have total control over what a healthy meal consists. The concern of Bittman regarding self-regulation is that the youth of America are exposed to food that is unhealthy at early age.
With McDonalds giving service to many people, there should be concern regarding the health of individuals of the different people purchasing the food. There is a solemn lack of ethics in McDonalds in dealing with its foodstuff. Some individuals are concerned about the amount of McDonald food, which is real. In 2010, an article from The Washington Post examines the process used in making chicken in McDonald. It notes that chicken are turned into goop-like pink substance, which is then turned into patties and nuggets (Klein). Since the goop is infested with bacteria, it ought to be soaked with ammonia. This follows an artificial flavoring of the chicken and then dying with artificial coloring. This artificial manner of food processing is fast when feeding a huge number of people. This enables McDonald to gain financially over its competitors. However, it is worrying that this monetary gain comes at the expense of health and wellbeing of its customers.
In conclusion, the fast food business, which began over fifty years back, has changed dramatically. The fast foods industries have been characterized by lack of attention as they deal with the food quality and they engage in morally wrong practices. The fast food demand constantly increasing, and therefore solutions ought to be devised to meet these demands without engaging in morally wrong business practices. It is high time for fast food companies to acknowledge the repercussions of selling unhealthy food and using morally wrong business practices. They should spend more time focusing on the well-being and health of customers, instead of focusing singly on profit margins. People ought to have a second thought before deciding on whether to eat fast foods. The health risks are not worthy someone's life, and animals living in slaughterhouses are not treated hygienically before slaughtering; this causes many food-borne diseases to inhabit these foods. Though being easy to purchase and inexpensive, risking a life for something not good for human consumption could cost many dollars in hospital bills. People should eat healthy foods and make good choices when deciding what to consume.


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With the 2016 general election just seven weeks away, enthusiastic New Jersey residents and citizen action groups are mobilizing to raise awareness and register eligible voters by October 18, the state's voter registration deadline.
The Black Brunch NJ, a professional networking organization founded by L'Oreal Drayton, sponsored a Rock The Vote voter registration drive at Bloomfield College on Saturday, September 17.
Public Question 1 allows voters to decide on changes to the state's gambling rules. A "yes" vote will clear the way for the New Jersey Legislature to pass laws allowing for two additional counties to each have one new casino, thereby ending a four-decade monopoly in Atlantic City. (Voting "no" opposes the proposal.) Public Question 2 addresses taxes, dedicating all revenue from gas taxes to transportation projects. A "yes" vote supports the proposal; a "no" vote opposes it, thus devoting the same levels of revenue to transportation projects.
The U.S. president's direct impact on peoples' daily lives is arguably nominal compared to that of other elected officials. The federal budget, for example, is controlled by the U.S. House of Representatives. Property taxes are determined at state and local levels. State income and sales tax rates are determined by state legislatures.
This year there are roughly 226 million eligible voters in America, according to Pew Research Center. However data from the 2012 general election showed that only about 54 percent of the voting age population actually votes – a number considered low by international standards.
"People need to get involved. I think part of it is human nature. We wait until we need to be concerned. But if we get ahead of the game – if we proactively educate ourselves about the issues, how they will impact us, our kids, our grandchildren, in the future – I think more people would be voting and following political issues much more closely," says Drayton.
New Jersey residents can check their voter registration status online by visiting www.Elections.NJ.gov . Eligible voters must be registered by October 18 to vote in the election on November 8. To register online, visit http://nj.gov/state/elections/voting-information.html.


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Q: Over-riding alert() with iframe src Here's a sample code:
HTML
<script> alert('This is alert!') </script>

JS
window.alert = function(data)  //alert() over-riding
{
     console.log("Alert over-ridden");
}

Issue:
HTML
<iframe src=javascript:alert('Iframealert')>

JS
window.alert = function(data)  //alert() over-riding
{
   console.log("Alert over-ridden"); //This doesn't execute - I mean, this over-ride function is not called when the above iframe alert is executed
}

I knew iframe in another document is not applicable for parent over-riding (due to same domain policy), but, the src JS execution happens only in the parent.
So, how do I over-ride alert() which is applicable to above iframe tag?
Update 1:
The HTML code is static, and I cannot make any modifications to it. I can only write some JS and append to the HTML.
Is there any way to over-ride the alert() of nested browsing window?

A: Nice question!  The answer starts by looking at the rules for what happens when the src attribute is evaluated.
When this happens, the spec follows a number of steps during navigation.  We end up step 14, which pertains to javascript: schemes.
Within that step, there are a series of sub-steps, one of which is:

Create a script, using script source as the script source, address as the script source URL, JavaScript as the scripting language, and the script settings object of the Window object of the active document of the browsing context being navigated.

The important thing here is "the Window object of the active document of the browsing context being navigated".  Because you're navigating an <iframe>, you're actually dealing with a Nested Browsing Context, which has it's own window, so having overridden the parent window.alert makes no difference.
You can, however, override the alert of the inner window:
document.getElementById('myIframe').contentWindow.alert = function(msg) {
    console.log('Overridden iframe: ' + msg);
}

This will only work for the javascript: scheme url presented to the src attribute, as at the time this code executes we were simply trying to get the address of the page to navigate the <iframe> to.  When navigation actually occurs, a new Document object with it's own window is created in step 23 of the navigation steps, at which point you lose your overridden alert.
This also relies on setting the src attribute using JavaScript after you've overridden the alert, you can't use an inline src attribute on the element as the element needs to be in the page to get hold of it and it's contentWindow, and putting it in the page means the src will get evaluated.
Here's a fiddle demonstrating the overriding of the alert within the <iframe>'s src attribute.

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Signature Care Homes
by James Grant | Jul 15, 2021
Signature offers luxury assisted living, nursing and dementia care across 18 locations in London and the home counties. All homes offer premium, award-winning care amidst luxurious surroundings.
Airwave Healthcare was approached to provide a premium TV entertainment system, in keeping with the five-star service offering in Signature's new site in Wandsworth Common, London.
Airwave proposed a mixture of 43 and 55-inch Samsung SMART EJ690 Series TVs, integrated with Google Chromecast, and wall-mounted in the resident bedrooms.
Key to Signature's remit, was the ability to communicate with residents, promote activities and provide a meal ordering service via the bedroom TVs. With this in mind, Airwave implemented an Otrum Enterprise interactive system, working alongside Signature's marketing team to design a graphical user interface and a series of branded information pages.
Signature's bespoke graphical user interface
In conjunction with this, additional service functionality was implemented via an Otrum Touch system. Touch offers a number of operational efficiencies, in this instance, used to send food and drink orders from Signature's F&B staff to the property's kitchen.
Other features available include: room status management, automatic task allocation (based on staff availability), maintenance reporting and two-way messaging.
Airwave Healthcare and Signature worked closely together (mostly on a remote basis due to covid-19 restrictions) to deliver a cutting-edge TV system that has since become the group standard, due to be rolled out across further sites in 2021/22.
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Is Video-On Demand a thing of the past?
In the hospital environment, the implementation of pay to watch TV systems is contentious - expensive, exploitative even. Charging a bed-bound patient to watch TV? such a simple pleasure that surely shouldn't be commercialised? To make it clear, Airwave Healthcare has...
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We don't take it for granted that our customers know everything about hotel TV technology, and have pulled together a list of our most frequently asked questions: What's the difference between a Healthcare TV and a normal TV? Whilst healthcare TVs often share the...
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Why should I spend extra money on a commercial TV, when a domestic TV works just fine? I can save money if I buy my property's TVs from the high-street! We do still here this from time-to-time, especially when talking to smaller, independent care homes. However, for...
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Firstly, what exactly is a patient entertainment system? Before we get too bogged down in details, what actually is a patient entertainment system? In a nutshell: A patient entertainment system delivers interactive services and additional features to a commercial TV....
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A full inventory of services Interactive TV systems turn a healthcare TV into a powerful information and marketing tool. Fully customisable and remotely managed, well-designed systems elevate the patient experience and enhance a property's operational...
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The Royal Free London NHS Foundation Trust (RFL) is one of the UK's largest trusts, delivering care to more than 1.6 million patients each year. Having pioneered research and treatments since 1828, Royal Free is a leader in the provision of targeted cancer therapies...


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The Selector
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The Selector is the British Council's weekly radio programme bringing you the best new music from the vibrant UK scene. Indie, pop, rock, grime, dubstep, folk, soul, electro, and everything in between.
The Selector covers all genres of contemporary music and features exclusive live sessions from some of the most exciting artists coming out of the UK today. The show has an estimated global audience of over 3 million and is syndicated on FM and online in over 30 countries around the world.
In Spain, The Selector is produced and presented by Nicolas Jackson, in collaboration with Radio Televisión Española (RTVE) and broadcast weekly on Radio 3 Extra.
You can listen to the latest show and catch up on previous programmes on the RTVE website.
You can also listen to The Selector on your phone or tablet with the easy-to-use Radio 3 App. Download the app here for iPhone and Android.
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Find out more about The Selector
The Selector is a globally syndicated radio programme created and owned by the British Council. In its various versions it reaches a worldwide audience of more than 3 million listeners. Besides Spain, The Selector is syndicated on FM and online to over 30 countries around the world including Mexico, Colombia, Uganda, Hungary, Malawi, Ukraine, Malaysia and China. The original version of the programme is in English and is recorded in London by the production company Folded Wing. Listen to the English language version of The Selector here.
Since its creation in 2001, The Selector has won multiple awards including:
Best Pop Show - Mixcloud awards (Runner up, Best Online Radio Show of 2014)
Best Music Show - BT Digital Music Awards, London
Best Regularly Scheduled Music Program (Bronze) - New York Festivals Awards
International Radio Show of the Year - International Radio Festival, Zurich
Best Weekly Music Programme (Gold) - Radio Academy Awards
Radio Programme of the Year - Hungary
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The Selector is presented by Nicolas Jackson from the Arts Department at the British Council in Spain. Nicolas presents another British Council programme on culture called North By Southwest on Radio Nacional de España's Radio Exterior station, as well as programmes on classical music for RNE's Radio Clásica. He also produces and directs audio drama for the BBC.
Here comes The Selector Live with the best British concerts in Spain
With nearly 200 hours of content, the British Council's radio program, The Selector, directed by Nicolas Jackson in collaboration with Radio3 extra, has introduced the best of the British emerging music scene to Spain over the past 5 years . Florence and the Machine, Adele or Bonobo was bought to you first by The Selector, Europe's leading musical discovery program.
With an eclectic selection ranging from grime to pop-folk or RNB and electronics, the Selector also has a monthly playlist and newsletter.
A-la-carte concerts and public voting
The Selector Live has also decided to offer a unique way of discovering new bands to its listeners: "concerts à la carte". In collaboration with the Cooncert platform, a pioneer in organizing concerts on demand in Spain, the British Council would like to invite the public to vote for their favourite artists and to bring them on tour to their city. We are launching this programme with two heavy weights of the music industry: NAO and JP Cooper, the most successful up and coming bands of the British circuit with music that will reach out to a wide audience.
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An authentic art bottle designed by Dali, this Crystal Edition is Salvador Dali's very first fragrance, launched in 1983 at 1500 limited numbered bottles and inspired by the Aphrodite of Knidos' face.
The opulent hand blown and polished crystal bottle, in frosted translucent hues, praises the lips and nose of the goddess of beauty and love.
This luxurious feminine fragrance was blended to Salvador Dali's and Gala's specifications, with a rich and highly concentrated accord of the most exquisite rose and rare jasmine.


Ladies and Gentlemen, meet Kate and Russ. And meet a corker of a day.
We're back at Bury Court Barn. I love it here. I never, ever, tire of shooting here. It has everything. An interior barn to die for. Incredible gardens. The most perfect scenery and options for dry and wet weather. Soft, warm light. Brilliant staff like Tessa and Ellena (and the sadly also departing last Friday Izzy!). Top drawer food from Jacaranda. And let me stop here for a moment, to bid farewell to two of my favourite wedding people who left Jacaranda last weekend. Tori and Abbie. Travelling calls them, and some amazing times ahead. They are the best. I love them both and it won't be quite the same without them. Safe travels my friends. It's been a blast.
Ok, tears wiped from eyes, only for them to be replaced by tears of joy and laughter for Kate and Russ. Crazy Kate, as she has been known, finally married her boy.
A day that started at noon, with the girls' prep in full swing. Russ and his chaps just below. Russ would admit he's pretty shy and that being the centre of attention doesn't come easy to him. Some early nerves, but he pretty much nailed it. Good looking bloke. Hands that look like they could rip trees out of the ground. Admittedly handy as he's a tree surgeon.
Once again we were blessed with the weather, and kudos to Kate for not caring that we got her Louboutin's a little mucky. She's a damn fine subject if I may say so. Masses of fun, fabulous eyes and very easy in front of the lens. Blazing sun, softer afternoon light and the autumn colours really kicking it. I love working at this time of year. Cooler air, softer light. Yes please.
I love working at weddings like this, and with people like Kate and Russ. They're just easy to be with. No dramas. Just the right idea of what a wedding is and what it takes to make it work. I can't thank them enough.
Kate, Russ. This is your day…..


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Big up to Spike Lee! When he greenlit and bankrolled this project it was like him grabbing a fistful of play money and running down to Belize to have some fun in the sun. That the movie never strays from Spike's principles of uplifting the race and shining a klieg light on racial injustice lands it in a place of honor on the 40A filmography spectrum, somewhere between School Daze and Do the Right Thing!
See You Yesterday is one part science fiction travel fantasy and one part urban social commentary that refuses to become just another after school special by fully engaging the world's current protest climate. The movie is perfectly texturized, of Brooklyn, by Brooklyn, for Brooklyn. Set in Spike's backyard, the now heavily Caribbean American East Flatbush, it introduces us to a group of kids we're not used to seeing as nerds. Part of the movie's genius is in making their braininess cool, even as they strike a Faustian deal with themselves and spend the entire movie trying to reclaim what's been lost.
Eden Duncan Smith, Dante Crichlow, and Brian Brasley turn in strong debut performances that will inspire teens to consider the profession. The film captures the energy of the Black Lives Matter movement and the reframed, now national discussion about policing in black neighborhoods. The premise creates a tenuous bubble that the director skillfully manages to avoid bursting. We want the main duo to succeed and the ending sets up another go of it.
These kinds of movies don't lend themselves to Hollywood endings. But as the credits rolled I found myself finally hopeful that in at least one corner of the diaspora there's a chance things could be made right.
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The Great Alpine Road (B500) is a country tourist road in Victoria, Australia, running from Wangaratta in the north to Bairnsdale in the east, and passing through the Victorian Alps. The road was given its current name because it was considered the mountain equivalent to Victoria's world-famous Great Ocean Road in the south-west of the state. The road usually remains open during winter; however, vehicles travelling between Harrietville and Omeo are required to carry diamond-pattern snow chains during the declared snow season.

Route
The Great Alpine Road links Victoria's North East with Gippsland, winding through mountains, valleys and forests, and past rivers, vineyards and farms. At a length of , it is Australia's highest year-round accessible sealed road. The section over Mount Hotham rises to an altitude of  AMSL. It is blanketed with snow during winter months and must be cleared on a daily basis. Extreme weather conditions can sometimes still result in the road being closed between Harrietville and Omeo.

The road itself has existed since colonial times in some form, but was unsealed for much of its history; its last portions were sealed between Slatey Cutting and Dinner Plain in the 1996-97 financial year (when the road was renamed the Great Alpine Road), and the 12km between Dinner Plain and Horsehair Plain in the 1997-98 financial year.

History
In 1923 the Country Roads Board (CRB) took responsibility for the Alpine Road between [Harrietville and Omeo, and appointed William Benjamin (Bill) Spargo (1888–1959) as supervisor. He lived in a stone cottage at Hotham Heights, which the CRB expanded, at his request, to accommodate up to twenty visiting skiers. From 1925 the premises operated as a guest-house, Hotham Cottage (Hotham Heights Chalet). This was the forerunner of the Hotham Alpine Resort.

The passing of the Highways and Vehicles Act of 1924 through the Parliament of Victoria provided for the declaration of State Highways, roads two-thirds financed by the State government through the CRB. The Ovens Highway was declared a State Highway within Victoria in the 1947/48 financial year, from Wangaratta via Myrtleford to Bright (for a total of 47.5 miles); before this declaration, the road was referred to as (The) Alpine Road. The highway was eventually extended from Bright further along Alpine Road to Harrietville in September 1993.

The Ovens Highway, and the remainder of Alpine Road beyond, was signed as State Route 156 between Wangaratta and Omeo in 1986. With Victoria's conversion to the newer alphanumeric system in the late 1990s, its former route number was replaced with route B500 in late 1996, with the Ovens Highway and Alpine Road from Wangaratta to Omeo, and the southern section of the Omeo Highway from Omeo to Bruthen and then to Bairnsdale, renamed the Great Alpine Road at the same time.

The passing of the Road Management Act 2004 granted the responsibility of overall management and development of Victoria's major arterial roads to VicRoads: in 2004, VicRoads re-declared the road as Great Alpine Road (Arterial #4005), beginning at Wangaratta Road at Wangaratta and ending at Princes Highway in Bairnsdale.

Gallery of some notable sights

Major intersections, towns and resorts

See also

 Highways in Australia
 Highways in Victoria

References

External links

Highways in Victoria (Australia)
East Gippsland

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Hakeem al-Araibi: AFP blames home affairs for lead-up to footballer's arrest
February 18, 2019 2:17 pm Published by j4rsa
The Australian federal police has blamed the Department of Home Affairs for the circumstances which led to the arrest and detention of Hakeem al-Araibiin Thailand. Under questioning at Senate estimates in Canberra on Monday, it was revealed home affairs took almost three weeks from when it first received Al-Araibi's red notice to when it told the… ...
Spotlight on $423m Manus Island contract
Home Affairs officials have defended awarding a contentious $423 million Manus Island security contract to a little-known company called Paladin. Paladin, whose Australian arm is registered to a beach shack on Kangaroo Island, won the lucrative federal government contract through a restricted tender process. Home Affairs secretary Michael Pezzullo said his department needed to "move… ...
Refugees in Indonesia say few would risk a boat ride to Australia
In the wake of the medevac legislation – allowing for those detained on Manus Island and Nauru to be transferred to Australia for medical treatment – the prime minister, Scott Morrison, has claimed the new measures will propel a fresh wave of asylum seeker boats on to Australian shores. But in Indonesia, where more than 13,000 asylum seekers and refugees… ...
Labor issues please explain over Paladin's $420m Manus contract
Penny Wong has indicated Labor will target the Paladin offshore detention security contract in Senate estimates this week, accusing the government of failing to explain why the company was awarded $420m in contracts through closed tender. The Australian Financial Review has reported that Paladin Group's $420m of contracts to provide security to refugees on Manus Island… ...
Ipsos poll: Support for Labor falls after clash over refugees and border security
Labor has suffered a sharp fall in popular support after a week of incendiary political claims over border protection, with the party leading the Coalition by 51% to 49% in its narrowest result in more than six months. Voters have shifted against Labor in significant numbers amid the escalating row over the refugee medical transfer… ...
'You will not succeed': Scott Morrison's secret video to deter people smugglers
Prime Minister Scott Morrison has recorded a secret video targeted at people smugglers, warning that those willing to make the dangerous journey "will not succeed". The two-minute video, recorded in Canberra late on Friday night, will be translated into 15 languages and aired in countries rife for asylum seekers including Pakistan, Bangladesh, Sri Lanka and… ...
Refugee bill will help erode trust in democracy
Although it has been nearly 100 years since a government last lost a vote on the floor of the House of Representatives, in some ways the passing of a bill like the crossbench 'Medivac' one has been coming for some time. After all, the influence — and votes — of minor parties and independents have… ...


Big news on the Shania Twain music front, and this time, it's official. The superstar revealed the cover of her upcoming album, Now, on social media on Wednesday (June 14) and shared that it's set to be released on Sept. 29.
Looking stunning as she did 20 years ago, Twain invokes nostalgia in the album art, wearing a pair of cheetah-print sleeves that appear to be part of a larger ensemble that includes a revealing top. The pop-country icon is striking an alluring pose as she looks to the sky in a black and white shot. While Twain didn't include any accompanying commentary about the cover, her fans offer her rave reviews, saying "Perfection. You are incredible" and calling the artwork "gorgeous," "stunning" and "classy."
Twain informed Canadian Broadcasting Corporation's Scott Oake that the album would be dropping in late August during an interview at the Stanley Cup Finals in Nashville earlier this week. However, it's coming later — she says via Twitter that Now will close out September. The album's first single, "Life's About to Get Good," is to be released to radio on Friday (June 16).
The legendary star debuted the new single at the 2017 Stagecoach Festival in California back in April, and it was featured in a TV advertisement for the 2018 Winter Olympics. She's said that many of the album's songs revolve around her divorce from her former husband and producer. While featuring lyrics like "I wasn't just broken, I was shattered / I trusted you so much, you're all that mattered," the kickoff single features an upbeat mandolin that should make it pretty radio-friendly.
Now follows the platinum-selling album Up!, making it her first studio album release since 2002.