I scoffed at my absurdity in being ready with the first line for my poem on the lake. If you knew that “O minstrel of Heaven and Truth!” was the beginning, you would laugh surely. The lake wasn’t a huge singer like the Pacific Ocean, at all.
Drawn by Genjiro Yeto
“Uncle. please count how many stories in that building.”
“Uncle, please, count how many stories in that building!” I begged.
Chicago structures “crush my little liver” completely. Did I ever dream that I would eye such pillars of the sky in my life?
When I returned to my hotel, I declared that I would not open my trunk, because my everyday dress was good enough for Chicago.
I regret to say that the gentlemen are so homely.
9th—How dear is the green crispy paper money.
What a historical look!
It made me feel as if I were at home.