IV

SOME ORGANIZATIONS

“What strikes and frightens the backward European as much as anything in the United States is the efficiency and fearful universality of the telephone.  Just as I think of the big cities as agglomerations pierced everywhere by elevator-shafts full of movement, so I think of them as being threaded, under pavements and over roofs and between floors and ceilings and between walls, by millions upon millions of live filaments that unite all the privacies of the organism—­and destroy them in order to make one immense publicity!  I do not mean that Europe has failed to adopt the telephone, nor that in Europe there are no hotels with the dreadful curse of an active telephone in every room.  But I do mean that the European telephone is a toy, and a somewhat clumsy one, compared with the inexorable seriousness of the American telephone.  Many otherwise highly civilized Europeans are as timid in addressing a telephone as they would be in addressing a royal sovereign.  The average European middle-class householder still speaks of his telephone, if he has one, in the same falsely casual tone as the corresponding American is liable to speak of his motor-car.  It is naught—­a negligible trifle—­but somehow it comes into the conversation!

“How odd!” you exclaim.  And you are right.  It is we Europeans who are wrong, through no particular fault of our own.

The American is ruthlessly logical about the telephone.  The only occasion on which I was in really serious danger of being taken for a madman in the United States was when, in a Chicago hotel, I permanently removed the receiver from the telephone in a room designed (doubtless ironically) for slumber.  The whole hotel was appalled.  Half Chicago shuddered.  In response to the prayer of a deputation from the management I restored the receiver.  On the horrified face of the deputation I could read the unspoken query:  “Is it conceivable that you have been in this country a month without understanding that the United States is primarily nothing but a vast congeries of telephone-cabins?” Yes, I yielded and admired!  And I surmise that on my next visit I shall find a telephone on every table of every restaurant that respects itself.

[Illustration:  AT MORN POURING CONFIDENCES INTO HER TELEPHONE]

It is the efficiency of the telephone that makes it irresistible to a great people whose passion is to “get results”—­the instancy with which the communication is given, and the clear loudness of the telephone’s voice in reply to yours:  phenomena utterly unknown in Europe.  Were I to inhabit the United States, I too should become a victim of the telephone habit, as it is practised in its most advanced form in those suburban communities to which I have already incidentally referred at the end of the previous chapter.  There a woman takes to the telephone as women in more decadent lands take