I Like Canadians
By A ForeignerI like Canadians.
They are so unlike Americans.
They go home at night.
Their cigarettes don't smell bad.
Their hats fit.
They really believe that they won the war.
They don't believe in Literature.
They think Art has been exaggerated.
But they are wonderful on ice skates.
A few of them are very rich.
But when they are rich they buy more
Than motor cars.
Chicago calls Toronto a puritan town.
But both boxing and horse-racing are
In Chicago.
Nobody works on Sunday.
Nobody.
That doesn't make me mad.
There is only one Woodbine.
But were you ever at Blue Bonnets?
If you kill somebody with a motor car in
You are liable to go to jail.
So it isn't done.
There have been over 500 people killed by motor
In
So far this year.
It is hard to get rich in Canada.
But it is easy to make money.
There are too many tea rooms.
But, then, there are no cabarets.
If you tip a waiter a
He says "Thank you."Instead of calling the bouncer.
They let women stand up in the street cars.
Even if they are good-looking.
They are all in a hurry to get home to
And their radio sets.
They are a fine people.
I like them.
Ernest Hemingway
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