Exploiting Hollywood 1980

Ronald and Jodie Foster went to New Haven for French food, which was good but small.

"When I read a good novel or watch a good drama, I come here with Jennifer to share the joy." Jodie Foster loves this restaurant.

"Um..." Ronald listened absent-mindedly, and dipped the bread in olive oil and put it into his mouth.

Foster was a little discouraged when he saw that Ronald only focused on eating baguettes and didn't pay much attention to himself. She thought again, grabbed Ronald's other hand, and asked, "Why don't we go to my dorm and talk about your views on the movie. I like your narrative in 'The Dragon King' a lot. The rhythm, the role of that Miyagi-sensei is very well done."

"Hmm... ah?" Ronald was still thinking about the similar bronze key.

"Don't worry, your great-grandfather may have changed his name or transferred to another university halfway through."

Judy shook Ronald's hand. She thought that the other party was in a bad mood because of her great-grandfather. "I'll show you my audition first. Let's exchange phone numbers and keep in touch."

Ronald had no intention of chatting, went to her dormitory to get audition photos and resumes, and after exchanging numbers, he refused Jodie Foster's retention, and hurried back to the hotel in New Haven, from the relic box left by his father. , pulled out the key.

"Well, this should not be a Yale key. Although it looks similar, the patterns and letters on it are not in line with Yale tradition. I think it should be used by a similar old school nearby."

The Yale librarian looked at Ronald's key patiently. The abstract plant pattern on it was obviously different from Yale's ivy, and the "MH" letters did not belong to any Yale college.

"MH, you can try Mount Holyoke College. They are also one of the Seven Sisters girls' school. They have the same history as Yale. It takes about an hour and a half to drive from here."

"DiDi..." Ronald drove his rented car with thoughtful thoughts and arrived in the small town of South Hadley, Massachusetts in the afternoon. In an old building, found the location of Mount Holyoke College.

Seven Sisters liberal arts colleges are seven liberal arts colleges for women that were established at the same time as the Ivy League. Each has a faint connection to one or more Ivy League universities. The relationship between Mount Holyoke College and Yale and Dartmouth is like Harvard and Wesleyan College.

Students of the Women's College of Arts and Sciences can attend classes at each other's universities and recognize each other's credits. Eligible students can also transfer between schools.

Even the students on both sides, there are many married couples. It can be regarded as a shortcut for high-level talents to solve marriage problems. As a result, only a few hundred students are recruited here each year, and the vast majority are women. Teaching history, arithmetic, literature, humanities and other subjects.

The gate of Mount Holyoke College is a large iron gate installed between two ancient towers. After entering the school, there are no new buildings in it, all of them are old buildings completed before the last century.

The teaching building is a neoclassical building with red bricks on the outside, pillars at the gate, and a carriage passage. In the middle is a towering bell tower. On the hill next to it, there is also an ancient observatory. It happened to be afternoon class time.

There was no one in the school, and thatch grew haphazardly, accompanying the ripples on the lake. Make the campus quieter.

Ronald was inexplicably nervous, his heart pounding. He felt as if the ancient history of his family was opening its arms to him.

In the quiet campus, Ronald found the library.

The Williston Library is also an old building. The steps at the entrance are sunken in the middle of the wear and tear. The sunlight slants, and on the large glass windows at the entrance, it reflects into Ronald's eyes, which is a bit dazzling.

"Where are you a student? There are neither griffins nor Pegasus on your clothes. It seems that they came from other schools?" The library administrator stopped Ronald and asked.

"what……"

"I've seen a lot of college students like you, and they all want to find a girlfriend in Mount Holyoke. We all have passwords here, Griffin and yellow-green for odd-numbered years, and Pegasus and red-blue for even-numbered years. You have nothing on your clothes, is it from Yale or Dartmouth?"

"Neither, I'm from New York."

"That's not good. The library can't lend books to non-university students and college students who have signed a mutual credit recognition program with this school. New York University..." The old female administrator, with gray hair, spoke very witty. The meaning is that New York University is not part of the Ivy League, don't come to climb the female students here.

"I'm here to ask if this key is from Mount Holyoke College." Ronald took out his key and handed it over.

"Huh?" The administrator put on his reading glasses and looked carefully.

"I didn't expect that before I retire, I would still be able to see his real owner to retrieve the things he had deposited." She put down her glasses and looked at Ronald, "I'm sorry, if you don't have any special requirements for privacy, May I ask about your relationship with the Jerome family? Their ancestors can be traced back to the Mayflower, the first English immigrants to the New World. They were also the first industrialists to settle in New Haven. They made Jerome Mu clocks are famous."

"Uh, it's my father's relic. I never knew where it belonged. I recently went to Yale and learned that this key belongs to the storage of the University of New England."

"Okay", the administrator temporarily dispelled curiosity, "You wait for me here for a while."

After five minutes, the old lady manager came out with a big tin box on a cart.

"The deposit of the Jerome family was last opened in 1939. The deposit fee was prepaid for fifty years. According to the law, if the fee is not renewed by 1989 after fifty years, Mann The Lotus College has the right to open the box and take it out as a historical relic."

Ronald thought, 1939, just a few years before his grandfather James died in World War II.

The tin box was two feet square, and Ronald opened it with a key. Inside were three separate folders and a smaller wooden box.

"Most of them are the relics and letters of your grandfathers in your family. If you are lucky, you can even pick up a suicide note and inherit a trust legacy." The administrator joked with him and continued to organize the books.

Holding the contents of the iron box, Ronald returned to the car, where he couldn't wait to open the time capsule that had been sealed for more than 40 years.

The first folder was the thickest, Ronald opened it, and it contained personal portraits of women from the previous century.

Elizabeth A. Gilbert, with daughter Elizabeth Maud Jerome.

The portraits are very well drawn, and the demure temperament of women in the last century and the different charms of each person are very well outlined.

It looks like your old ancestor was in the portrait painting business? It features a portrait of Meg's heady family daughter in New Haven at the time. At that time, young girls had blind dates using portraits like this. The business of these two old ancestors must be very good.

It seems that the two mothers and daughters were the most famous portrait painters in New Haven at the time. Ronald flipped the names below the portraits. They were either nobles with European titles or daughters of emerging industrialists and bankers.

Could it be that his talent for taking portraits is also due to the inheritance of his ancestors? Ronald thought to himself.

The second document is the record of Elizabeth Maude Jerome, the daughter of the two painters.

A scrapbook is a portrait of this Elizabeth Maud Jerome's girlhood. Portraits of her friends, portraits of her family, and sketches from her time at Mount Holyoke College and Harvard Girls' School are filled with poems from her teenage years.

Then there is the Graduation Signature Book, dated 1877-1881, consisting of signatures, good wishes and advice written by friends, classmates, teachers and principals from high school and college. The graduation speeches from classmates, together with the sketches of their heads, may be one of the best memories of this girlhood.

Below the signature book is a letter, which Ronald opened carefully.

"From Manhattan, New York.

My dear Elizabeth, I have checked the whereabouts of little Gilbert's father according to the name you provided.

After leaving New Haven, your ex-husband, Mr. Lee, left New York to work at the bank run by his Yale classmate's family in San Francisco, and then to Tennessee. Please forgive me for not being able to trace his whereabouts further.

I'm so sorry about Gilbert Jr. I can't get in touch with his father right now. Please let us know when you and Jenny will come to New York in the reply letter, and I will prepare the ferry ticket for you to the hair country in advance. Please grief.

Your faithful, Frederick Dwight"

At the end of the folder is a (incomplete) obituary of Gilbert Nelson Jerome, cut from the New Haven Courier.

Gilbert Nelson Jerome, also known as Gilbert Vaille Lee, was born in 1889,

Graduated from Yale University with a bachelor's degree in engineering, and later a doctorate, a student of excellence in French.

Entered the First World War in 1917. He trained as a pilot and flew a Spad 90 for the French Eighth Army, repeatedly shooting down enemy planes and earning the title of ace. Near Bramont, France, shot down by the Germans in order to rescue the wingman.

He was buried by the enemy with military honors at the German cemetery near Bramont. His remains were moved to the Argonne U.S. Army Cemetery in 1919, then taken back by his mother and sister in 1921 and reburied in New Haven.

He is also a poet.

His wife Maroline and son James, mother Elizabeth, and sister Jenny were with him at his burial.

No wonder Gilbert V. Lee's admissions record is nowhere to be found at Yale. Ronald understood that because of the divorce of his great-grandfather's parents, he lived with his mother, the inheritance from his mother, and the payment of portraits, which provided him with a good education, which eventually allowed him to study at Yale University.

He later changed his surname to Yale after Gilbert Nelson Jerome. However, his son James restored Li's old surname, which has been passed down.

Ronald opened the third folder again.

This material is dated from 1914 to around 1921. Includes yearbooks, tributes, and published biographies.

The biography, titled "Lieutenant Gilbert Nelson Jerome," was written by his mother, Elizabeth Maud Jerome, and was privately printed and published in 1920.

The book describes his childhood, education, artistic talents, active involvement with the Boy Scouts of America and the YMCA, and former commander-in-chief of the Connecticut Boy Scouts.

Military training and service during World War I, and death in combat. The book also includes some of his paintings and poems, and has many photographs as illustrations.

Following is a copy of several pages from Yale's yearbook describing his college achievements and extracurricular activities, a copy of "In Memory of Yale's War Dead," published by the Yale War Memorial Committee, and a copy of Gilbert's work in the hair country and Group photo of the beloved Spad 90 biplane.

The two documents were attached to a letter from the college secretary's office, sent to Jerome's mother in honor of his life and war service.

It was followed by photos of various ages sent by his widow and son James. It stopped abruptly when James was about ten years old, and after that, there were only pictures of James playing alone at his grandma's house.

Finally, a note from Gilbert's sister, Jeanne Jerome, in 1939.

"Mother's health is already very bad. My brother's son James, left with Miss X in London, is a boy named Charles. I follow my mother's wishes and deposit with me these documents proving the identity of my brother and nephew. And his mother's alma mater, Mount Holyoke College. When James comes back, he can use it to bring little Charles back to the Jerome family."

"Tsk," Ronald thought about his father's lineage, but it was a bit of a romantic gene. Either a portrait painter or a poet, or his father divorced and ran away, or was a pilot who sacrificed for the country and left orphans and widows, or privately seduced celebrities gave birth to an illegitimate child.

At the bottom is a small wooden box.

Ronald opened the lid, and the documents inside were also old yellowed objects.

The first was a donation notice saying that the great-grandmother's mother, Elizabeth, ordered a Quaker window glass with an eight-pointed star pattern for her son who died in World War I at Tiffany \u0026 Co. and donated it to Tiffany \u0026 Co. New Haven Quaker Church.

"It's all the thoughts of the old grandmother Elizabeth in my family." Ronald was very shocked, feeling the old grandmother's feelings of missing her son for decades.

Ronald reached down again to see if there were any keys below.

The tentacle was a texture of cloth, and Ronald took it out and saw that it was an even older book. Wrapped in cloth, the paper has become yellowed and fragile.

"Huh..." Ronald blew the cover. On the yellowed cloth cover, you could vaguely see the appearance of a child, holding a paper fan in one hand, wearing a melon rind hat, and vaguely behind his head. There's also a braid.

Next to the child, there is also a rectangular sign in the shape of a water sign commonly used in Chinese restaurants.

Above is the title of the book, "When I was a boy in China".

The Chinese name of the book "Tangren Biography" is also written in Chinese characters below the water sign.

Below is the author's name "Yan Phou Lee".

"Could it be that my great-grandfather's father, the ancestor of this life, was a Chinese?"

Ronald picked up the book to the dusky light, published in Boston in 1887. The whole book is only over a hundred pages, which is very thin.

Carefully opened the cover, the title page is impressively the author's portrait.

Sure enough, it was a handsome Chinese. Below the photo is his English name Yan Phou Lee. At the bottom is a line of gifts written in pen, which is still clear and arguable over the years.

"To my favorite wife, Elizabeth." Below is a line of Chinese signed names:

"Li Enfu".

The light was so dim that Ronald couldn't read the small print in the book. He carefully put the book back into the box, pulled the handbrake, and drove back to New Haven.

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