Chapter 437 Matchmaking

McCarthy was not well-liked, and in addition to his drinking problem, being a Catholic of Irish descent was a major reason.

In the United States also early, actually not so early, until the outbreak of the First World War, Irish descendants can be clearly felt discrimination, not even considered white.

The average Chinese descendant arriving in the US was without a wife, and as soon as they found a life partner, the odds were that they would be Irish. The Irish are also the ethnic group that intermarries the most with other races.

Because of this relationship, Irish descendants are also the most hostile to Chinese main force, the wave of Chinese exclusion was initiated by Irish Americans.

By now, of course, the Irish descent and Catholicism factors have disappeared, and Irish immigrants were so numerous in the United States that, if you go by the algorithm of the British rule of Ireland at the time, British immigrants were the largest source of immigrants to the United States, by far outnumbering other ethnic groups.

But if you take Ireland out of the British immigrants, the British immigrants were of course still the most numerous, but the German immigrants were not much less than the British immigrants, and the ratio of the two has been quite close.

Irish immigrants came to prominence in a variety of fields, politics having been considered the latest to be conquered.

Allen Wilson had naturally done his homework when he came to Chicago, and knew that McCarthy was now the representative of Irish descent in politics. Granted, McCarthy was nowhere near as powerful as the old Kennedy, the original political representative.

“I’m taking a trip to Harvard next month to attend the graduation of my friend Robert Kennedy.” In the midst of the pushing and shoving, Alan Wilson mentioned the Kennedy family, testing McCarthy’s familiarity with the Kennedys.

If McCarthy is now the representative of Irish descent in politics, the Kennedy family is the leader of Irish Catholics in business, so that it may create an illusion of equality between the two, in fact, McCarthy and the Kennedy family is very far from the Kennedy family, two years ago to become a senator, can not be compared to the Kennedy family.

“I’ve met the elder Kennedy a few times, and I personally respect him very much.” Holding a glass of wine McCarthy showed his sea, can only be considered to take the time to answer Allen Wilson’s question, so true to the senator, can only be explained by the fact that there is not much talent of Irish descent now.

“If there’s time, why don’t you come along? And meet the second generation of the Kennedy family.” Allen Wilson clinked glasses with McCarthy, and was in the other party’s point of view to suggest, “The honorable congressman is also of Irish descent just like the Kennedy family, so he should get more familiar with them, and this is a good opportunity to do so.”

In fact, Allen Wilson was merely letting McCarthy and Robert Kennedy get acquainted in advance, and sooner or later, the two had to get acquainted.

With McCarthy firmly seated in the Senate, having proven himself to be no flash in the pan, he would be even more valuable in the eyes of the Kennedy family.

Robert Kennedy had been McCarthy’s assistant, the two had a good relationship, even when McCarthy had offended the military hit rock bottom, Robert Kennedy did not hide his appreciation of McCarthy, and went to McCarthy’s funeral after McCarthy’s death.

This seemingly unexplained admiration may have something to do with the similarities in the two men’s personalities. McCarthy was seen as a man who was both sensitive and slow, underestimating the consequences of his actions, and this was also a characteristic of Robert.

It was also this trait that led to his later work as an investigator, where he offended many people by his very strong-arm tactics.

Between the pushes, Alan Wilson’s words drifted from knowledgeable to I can still drink.

But at least he has learned that McCarthy’s drinking capacity, like himself, belongs to the kind of drink is not very good but also hard mouth.

From the private room out of the two have obviously been drunk, drunk to the edge of the beginning of the spread of alcohol crazy, “Joseph, I’m not in a good state today, you wait for tomorrow I’ll treat you well, uh ……”

“Alan, just don’t be a tough talker, look at you, you can’t even stand up.” McCarthy replied with an exaggerated smile, “The wine is good, but the drinker, well, the drinking capacity is very average level.”

“I can still drink!” Alan Wilson expressed his determination to return to the battlefield with a straight stiff upper lip.

“Tomorrow, then, good! Just as well I’m still in Chicago.” McCarthy glared with liquor-filled eyes and decided to teach this one fellow traveler a lesson.

For the next five days, Allen Wilson would rarely be sober; he had given so much to the British Empire that he was catching up on his sleep even on the train that accompanied McCarthy to his electioneering speech in New York, and finally couldn’t hold it together long enough to get Wick to help keep an eye on him, and to find a place to relieve himself of his fatigue.

He didn’t realize that McCarthy was also at the end of his rope, and that he couldn’t afford to get drunk and make electioneering speeches, or else Dewey or one of the other candidates would really be president, and he might be mei oh with the goodies.

Fortunately, the tough-talking British consul could not hold out first, so that McCarthy breathed a sigh of relief, otherwise he would have to take the initiative to still have to do electioneering speeches on the grounds of refusal.

Allen Wilson, for his part, took the route he remembered to the door of the familiar room in the brilliant sunshine, knocking over and over again, and finally Greta Garbo pushed the door open and stared flatly, belly up, at the instigator before her.

“You? Jesus!” Alan Wilson stared at Greta Garbo’s already bulging belly for a second before he came out of his put-on and slowly reached down to place his hand on the woman’s stomach.

“Isn’t that something?” Greta Garbo narrowed her eyes slightly, letting the man’s hand cover her bulging belly, “If you want to make it obvious to everyone, just keep standing in the doorway.”

It was dark and Greta Garbo was leaning back on the bed in her bedroom in her clean novelty clothes. She had heated the bath water, lighted the bathroom lamp, and laid out a clean jacket and shirt for Allen Wilson. These clean garments were to remind Allen Wilson that it was time to shave, change his clothes, and get his spirits back.

As for Greta Garbo herself, she occasionally wore a pair of pajama pants all night and leaned back in a chair with a book to pass the time, a habit Allen Wilson disapproved of while he was here.

She waited until Ellen Wilson came out of the bathroom before she slowly got up, she had to wash too, and Ellen Wilson followed back in, whispering, “Maybe you’re not too handy, let me help you.”

“Uh-huh!” Greta Garbo nodded silently, sort of giving this man the equivalent of a husband.

Alan Wilson suddenly realized that he didn’t seem to have cleaned himself, the bathtub was very spacious, enough to accommodate two people, it was three.

Half an hour later he carried the woman who had her arms around his neck out, with a care that made Greta Garbo want to laugh a little, and did laugh, very prettily.

“What are you laughing at?” Alan Wilson tried to show a strong side, but his tone unconsciously lowered in volume.

“I thought of something happy.” Greta Garbo squinted at the man and laid herself gently on the bed, “What are you doing in New York this time, and why are you so drunk?”

“Got any new pajamas? Where are they?” Alan Wilson also felt that his current image was a bit diminished, and began to shave, combed his hair, dressed, and then went to the kitchen to see if there were any ingredients, and busied himself with how to fill his stomach, the last few days of light drinking.

While Allen Wilson was making his meal, Greta Garbo was dressed and standing behind him, handing him plates and fanning him with a fan. A bowl of bright red roses was set in the center of the small table.

The two men sat down facing each other, and Alan Wilson answered some of Greta Garbo’s questions, then asked rhetorically, “Don’t you have some questions about your life, asking questions as if we were working partners.”

“Or what? What’s that?” Greta Garbo spoke with a cool gesture, “Ask you to marry me? In the first place you can’t do it, and in the second place I won’t marry you, I have long since decided not to marry and to go through life alone, that’s what I said when I announced my hiatus, and now having this child at an unexpected time hasn’t made me change my mind about not marrying.”

“I’m beyond understanding for at least a portion of Hollywood actresses.” Alan Wilson let out a bitter laugh, “Either they just keep getting married and divorced and married and divorced. Either that or be like you and Katharine Hepburn, with an obstinacy that is unimaginable to normal people, why is that necessary?”

“Like you, with a flexible moral compass?” Greta Garbo, who was chewing with her sandwich, all looked elegant, and suddenly said, “Actually, I wanted to get rid of this child, but I hesitated for fear of pain, I’m too old after all, I’m a little afraid. But like now there is also a danger, for the same reason, age is here.”

“Yes, yes, the body is important, it is better not to take risks.” Alan Wilson was a million times in favor of Greta Garbo’s conservative ideas, in fact, he was still very proud in his heart.

Although there was already a child born to a small dragon rider, but Allen Wilson after all did not see the scene of Anna with a big belly, Pamela Mountbatten did see it.

Huge apartment because of Allen Wilson’s arrival, there is a trace of life again, clean up the dishes, the two returned to the bedroom, now Allen Wilson absolutely no evil thoughts, just one hand never leave the woman’s belly, with the sense of touch to feel the life under the belly.

Greta Garbo then let the cast, whispered, “I have been to Wisconsin, the local Nordic immigrants a lot, I did not rest before, very popular in the local. I don’t know the McCarthy you’re talking about, is he a senator from Wisconsin? What a surprise, but liking to drink is very similar to the Scandinavian countries. You’re a man who would never take it personally if you didn’t have a stake in it, which means you think highly of him.”

“Uh, yes!” Alan Wilson opened his mouth, there was something about Greta Garbo now that she was almost as good again as she had been in British India, something about having nothing to hide.