At Sea

Tonight we find Mr. and Mrs. Lockhart, the typical American couple, taking a trip to Europe. That is, Mrs. Lockhart is taking Mr. Lockhart. They are now at sea. As you probably know, Mr. Lockhart is the average American businessman, blunt, comfortable, knows his own mind, enjoys his business, and would much rather have gone fishing.

Mrs. Lockhart is the pleasant type of American wine. A thorough housekeeper belongs to the Women's Club and the Literary Society of her town, and still retains the spirit of romance. We pick them up as they sit in their deck chairs, on board a transatlantic liner found for England.

Isn't this perfectly glorious, dear? Beautiful sunshine, not a ripple on the water. Aren't you glad you decided to take this trip? Yes, it's comfortable and restful, but we're not off the boat yet. Oh, now dear, don't look for trouble.

I haven't met anybody on board yet to talk to. Well, you will later on. They say people always become friendly after a day or so at sea. I've already met one very nice English woman.

Where did you meet her? In the latest lounge last night while you were in the smoker. She's a lecturer or something. Look, look, that's her now coming along the deck. I'll call her. No, no, no, no, no, dear.

Why not? Well, we've always heard these English people are so reserved. Nonsense. She's very nice and she's very chatty and I just adore her accent. Here she comes. Good morning. No, no, wait, dear. Oh, good morning.

So glad to see you about coming with us. This is my husband, Mr. Lockhart. Please to meet you. How did you? What did you say your name was? I'm sorry, I didn't get your name last evening.