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Title: "Water colors," south of France, 1918-1919
Year: 1921 (1920s)
Authors: Pulsifer, Susan Nichols
Subjects: World War, 1914-1918
Publisher: Boston, The Four Seas Company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress

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WATER COLORS at any rate your European books distract me,—for to-daygive me some really exciting ones: I must have books andbooks and always more books that I need not think! C— waited unhappily for the letter from Tahiti whichmight tell him more. But it takes a letter three months tocome. The worst of it is, he told me, that our homeis gone, my sister will have to find work. Bah, what doesit mean when a Tahitian girl goes to work ? She is alonein the big city, she meets foreigners, soldiers and sailorsoff the boats; they go to balls and dances, and then thereare the Chinese, underhand in all . . . He laughedharshly; there was something cruel in the sound. Do you think that we of native blood can ever re-turn to our old life happily, after we have mingled withyou foreigners ? . . . still it is in our blood, I suppose,—my father came from one of the big ships, and my grand-father,—it is for this I know the world and many lan-guages and much that my Tahitian brothers do notknow.
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TAHITIAN GIRL THE TAHITIANS STUDY ENGLISH The Tahitians ward resembles a nursery or a primaryschool-room with the highly colored English alphabetcharts tacked on the wall: A is for Animal,—B standsfor Bear—the sounds of the elementary language arequite different from the current Latin ones, and the Eng-lish sounds are as yet wholly unfamiliar. But they aredetermined to learn. Interest in English lessons has al-most absorbed enthusiasm for games. Alphabet blocks,such as children play with, have taken the place of playingcards. They sit puzzling over the chart on the wall and re-hearsing the sounds: E is for Elephant, and so on, it isgrown a sort of methodical, rhythmical chant, accom-panied with regular nodding of the head. Gravely professorial, their instructress stands underthe brightly colored charts facing a different sort of classfrom any she has met with heretofore in her long yearsof teaching varying and cosmopolitan Riviera pupils. Onthe bench opposite her sit her class: No

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