. My idealed John Bullesses . ydaily life nowadays. In the theatres, restaurant,or in the parks, it is my John Bulless friends whoalways point out some fashions and criticise is one of the most valuable lessons for my arts. On those days when I had a very poor life inGreenwich or Kensal Rise my landladies used totake me to Saturday night markets. It was oneof my greatest pleasures then to take a basket orbag and follow after them to shopping some Sundayprovisions. I learnt some lessons—how those JohnBullesses are making sufficiently sweet home withinsufficient wage of their husbands. A
. My idealed John Bullesses . ydaily life nowadays. In the theatres, restaurant,or in the parks, it is my John Bulless friends whoalways point out some fashions and criticise is one of the most valuable lessons for my arts. On those days when I had a very poor life inGreenwich or Kensal Rise my landladies used totake me to Saturday night markets. It was oneof my greatest pleasures then to take a basket orbag and follow after them to shopping some Sundayprovisions. I learnt some lessons—how those JohnBullesses are making sufficiently sweet home withinsufficient wage of their husbands. Another plea-sure of mine was to help them to iron the pina-fores of their children or wash the dishes to lessenthe too heavy work for those poor John have shared joys and sorrows together with themfor more than ten years. Now I want to appealto all the English publics for the sake of thosesimple and sincere John Bullesses. I shall writefully about this in the future chapter under thetitle of Suffragette. :tX>. JOHN BULLESS AS MT TEACHER 59 When I was living in New Cross I had a youngJohn Bulless friend, and we used to have a walktogether. She often exclaimed, No, thanks,gentlemen 1 We dont want to be followed byyou. I asked, What are you talking about} Well, dont look back. They will notice some men have been following after us ! Once or twice I had a chance to look back andsee men following after us. I said, Nonsense !How do you know that ^ Perhaps they have towalk just the same direction with us. I am afraidyou are prejudging ! Oh no, they are following us. I never believed this until I went to Paris. InParis I stayed in the flat of my French lady day we had walk on Rue Royale. She saidto me, Some men are following after us 1 Ilooked back. Three men were walking slowlytowards us, about one hundred yards off. I said, Certainly they are not. I heard the same storyfrom my John Bulless friend some years ago. ButI never believed her. Why you wom
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