Toronto Star Weekly
October 9, 1920
The Average Yank Divides Canadians into Two Classes—Wild and Tame
Seeing ourselves as others see us is interesting but sometimes appalling. Remember the unexpected glimpse of your profile caught in one of those three-way mirrors at your tailor’s?
This refers to men and nations—women see full face, profile and their back hair at least every day and therefore are not appalled.
William Stevens McNutt, in a recent issue of Collier’s Weekly, told his version of what Canadians think of Americans.
Herein is the opinion and views of that average American, whom cub reporters delight to call the man in the street, on Canadians.
Just as a tip to budding journalists, there is no such thing as the man in the street in either the States or the Dominion. The phrase is French and is applicable enough there where nearly all human intercourse is carried on in or on the streets. But here the only time an American either north or south of the border is in the street is when he is busily going somewhere.
An average citizen should be called the man going hungry from the quick-lunch joint to the man standing in the streetcar or, even, the righteous man afraid of a policeman.
In the States the average unseated male in a public conveyance has a vague idea of Canada.
Canada is, for him, the North-West Mounted Police, winter sports, open snowy places replete with huskie dogs, Canadian whiskey, race reports from Windsor, the Woodbine and Blue Bonnets, and a firm and dominant passion that no one will slip him any Canadian silver.
He remembers that when Taft was president there was a big fuss about reciprocity—but he isn’t quite sure how it all came out. He is sure to have heard of Sir Wilfrid Laurier and may have heard of ex-Premier Borden but is apt to confuse him with the milk manufacturer. That covers his knowledge of Canadian politics.
Surprising as it may be to many Canadians, the average American is tremendously proud of Canada’s war record. An American who served with the Canadian forces, whether in the A.S.C. or originals, is a hero to his fellow countrymen.
A typical Canadian as pictured by the man in the pressed-while-you-wait shop in the States is of two types, wild and tame.
Wild Canadians mean Mackinaw blanket pants, fur caps, have rough bewhiskered but honest faces and are closely pursued by corporals of the Royal North-West Mounted Police.
Tame Canadians wear spats, small mustaches, are very intelligent looking, all have M.C.’s, and are politely bored.
Both wild and tame Canadians are in contrast with the average American man munching peanuts in the ballpark’s conception of the British.
All inhabitants of Great Britain are divided into three classes, to wit, sanguinary Englishmen, cricket players and lords.
Sanguinary Englishmen are so considered because of their penchant for qualifying all remarks with the term sanguinary. They wear cloth caps and eat raw herrings.
Cricket players stalk in flannels through the best American fiction, and lords are dealt with by the comic supplements.
Then there is a type of Englishman created for American consumption by Mr. William Randolph Hearst, who is a combination of the Emperor Nero, the worst phases of the Corsican, George the Third, and whoever wouldn’t give the Bay three grains of corn.
Jesting aside, there is a lamentable lack of sympathetic understanding between Canada and the United States. It is a fact that Canada is a closed book to the average Yank, a book with a highly colored jacket by Robert W. Service.
Americans admire and respect Canadians. There is not the slightest trace of anti-Canadian sentiment anywhere in the States. And among the roughneck element there is a positive love for Canada.
But you know what the average Canadian roughneck thinks of a Yank.
Maybe when Hearst dies and the war is a longer way off and exchange gets back to normal and there is an exchange system between Canadian and American universities and Americans lower their voices and Canadians lower their pride, or say there was a good war and we both went in at the same time, maybe we’d be pals.
E r n e s t H e m i n g w a y A r t i c l e s [2]
Turk Red Crescent Propaganda Agency
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Hamid Bey Wears Shirt
Tucked in When Seen by Star
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Balkans Look Like Ontario,
A Picture of Peace, Not War
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Constantinople, Dirty White,
Not Glistening and Sinister
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Constantinople Cut-throats
Await Chance for an Orgy
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A Silent, Ghastly Procession
Wends Way from Thrace
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Russia to Spoil the
French Game with Kemalists
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Turks Beginning to Show
Distrust of Kemal Pasha
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Censor Too "Thorough"
in the Near East Crisis
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"Old Constan" in True Light Is Tough Town
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Kemal Has Afghans Ready to
Make Trouble for Britain
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Betrayal Preceded Defeat,
Then Came Greek Revolt
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Destroyers Were on Lookout
for Kemal's One Submarine
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Tancredo is Dead
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It is the beginning of the end. The ex-Fordowner has achieved business success. He has raised a son who knows more than his father. He has a daughter who smokes cigarettes and has been a successful debutante for eight years. He has enough servants to make him uncomfortable. You would imagine that he would be happy. But he is not.
He makes one last desperate effort to escape from the Other Half. He buys a Rice-Rolls. He can’t afford it, of course. But it is necessary for his self-respect. The Rice-Rolls is the ultimate.
Now if this were comedy we would leave him in happiness riding through life in his Rice-Rolls, having attained the true happiness of success. His chauffeur might even let him drive his Rice-Rolls sometimes. Nothing would be lacking. His son would know more every day and his daughter would learn to roll her own. But this is tragedy.
There is no peace for him this side of the sepulcher. We have reliable information from England that a super-car is being brought out which will cost at least four times as much as the Rice-Rolls. The curtain falls upon the tragedy of How the Other Half Lives.
Barthou, Like a Smith Brother,
CrosseRs Hissing Tchitcherin
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Strongest Premier in Parley is
Stambouliski of Bulgaria
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Schober of Austria, at Genoa,
Looks Every Inch a Chancellor
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Russian Delegates at Genoa
Appear Not to Be of This World
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German Delegation at Genoa
Keep Stinnes in Background
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Getting a Hot Bath an Adventure in Genoa
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Russian Delegation Well Guarded at Genoa
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German Journalists a Strange collection
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All Genoa Goes Crazy
Over New Betting Game
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Lloyd George Gives Magic to the Parley
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There are Great Fish in the Rhone Canal
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Fascisti Party Now Half-Million Strong
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A Veteran Visits Old front,
Wishes He Had Stayed Away
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Expecting Too Much in Old London Town
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Latest Drink Scandal Now Agistates Paris
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Did Poincare Laugh in Verdun Cemetery?
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Rug Vendor is Fixture in Parisian Life
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Old Order Changeth in Alsace-Lorraine
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Takes to the Water, Solves Flat Problem
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Germans are Doggedly
Sullen or Desperate Over the Mark
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Once Over Permit Obstacle,
Fishing in Baden Perfect
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German Innkeepers Rough Dealing with "Auslanders"
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A Paris-to-Strasbourg Flight
Shows Living Cubist Picture
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Crossing to Germany is Way to Make Money
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British Strong Enough to Save Constantinople
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Hubby Dines First, Wifie Gets Crumbs!
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Riots are Frequent Throughout Germany
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