Brisbane[1]—but I doubt if even they can touch the fellows that get up these advertisements nowadays. And it was a mighty bright idea—I don't know who started it, but this idea of working in a girl with pretty legs in all sorts of ads; not only stocking ads, but auto ads, showing her climbing into a car; and machinery, showing her giving it the North and South, and so on. Yes sir, a fellow that wants to understand the United States, all he has to do is study the Saturday Evening Post ads, and he'll see why we're the most advanced nation in the world, and the most individual.
There's a lot of sorehead critics of America that claim we're standardized, but—
Well, to take an example, let me take—well, just for an example let me take the fellow that I happened to be lunching with before I caught this train—just take the differences between him and me. We both belong to the Athletic Club, we both belong to service clubs, we have our places of busi-
- ↑ Three distinguished writers of fiction of the first quarter of the twentieth century in America.
