such as Don Marquis. The poem is called "Welcome to Our Heroes," and begins:
Welcome! home, Great Heroes,
Nobly! hath thou fought
and continues,
We know the price, the sacrifice
That ye each paid to learn,
and by and by concludes:
Welcome! thrice!!! welcome, Great Heroes,
Defenders of Humanity;
The world now lives, on what thou didst give,
For the great spirit, De-moc-ra-cy.
After putting Lombard street behind the voyager becomes immediately aware of the Italian atmosphere. Brightly colored cans of olive oil wanton in the windows; the Tripoli Barber Supply Company, whose window shines with all manner of lotions and shampoos, offers the Vesuvius Quinine Tonic, which is said to supply "unrivaled neutrement" for the hair. Little shops appear displaying that curious kind of painting which seems to be executed on some metallic surface and is made more vivid by the insertion of small wafers of mother-of-pearl where the artist wants to throw in a note of high emotion. These paintings generally portray Gothic chapels brooding by lakes of ultramarine splendor; their only popular competitor is a scene of a white terrier with an expression of fixed nobility watching over the bedside of a
