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was trying to explain to her that she ought to go to a hotel with him when the man she was with, who was a colonel of Spahis in a red cloak covered with gold braid, came up, his waxed mustaches bristling with fury. Dick explained that it was al a mistake and there were apologies al around and they were al braves al iés. They walked around several blocks looking for some place to have a drink together, but every-thing was closed, so they parted regretful y at the door of Dick's hotel. He went up to the room in splendid humor; there he found the other two glumly applying argyrol and Metchnikoff paste. Dick made a good tal story out of his adventures. But the other two said he'd been a hel of a

-99-poor sport to walk out on a lady and hurt her sensitive feelings. "Fel ers," began Fred Summers, looking in each of their faces with his round eyes, "it ain't a war, it's a goddam

. . ." He couldn't think of a word for it so Dick turned out the light. NEWSREEL XXII

COMING YEAR PROMISES REBIRTH OF

RAILROADS

DEBS IS GIVEN 30 YEARS IN PRISON

There's a long long trail awinding

Into the land of my dreams

Where the nightingales are singing.

And the white moon beams

future generations wil rise up and cal those men blessed who have the courage of their convictions, a proper appreciation of the value of human life as contrasted with material gain, and who, imbued with the spirit of brotherhood wil lay hold of the great opportunity BONDS BUY BULLETS BUY BONDS

COPPERS INFLUENCED BY UNCERTAIN

OUTLOOK

WOMEN VOTE LIKE VETERAN

POLITICIANS

restore time honored meat combination dishes such as hash, goulash, meat pies and liver and bacon. Every German soldier carries a little clothesbrush in his pocket; first thing he does when he lands in a prisoncage is to get out this brush and start cleaning his clothes

EMPLOYER MUST PROVE WORKER IS

ESSENTIAL

-100-There's a long long night of waiting

Until my dreams al come true

AGITATORS CAN'T GET AMERICAN

PASSPORTS

the two men out of the Transvaal district during the voyage expressed their opinion that the British and American flags expressed nothing and, as far as they were concerned could be sunk to the bottom of the Atlantic, and acknowledged that they were socal ed Nationalists, a type much resembling the I.W.W. here. "I have no intention" wrote Hearst,

"of meeting Governor Smith either publicly, privately, political y, or social y, as I do not find any satisfaction

KILLS HERSELF AT SEA; CROWDER IN CITY

AFTER SLACKERS

Oh old Uncle Sam

He's got the infantree

He's got the cavalree

He's got artil eree

And then by God we'l al go to Chermanee

God Help Kaiser Bil !

THE CAMERA EYE (30)

remembering the grey crooked fingers the thick drip of blood off the canvas the bubbling when the lungcases try to breathe the muddy scraps of flesh you put in the ambulance alive and haul out dead

three of us sit in the dry cement fountain of the little garden with the pink wal s in Récicourt

No there must be some way they taught as

-101-Land of the Free conscience Give me liberty or give me Wel they give us death sunny afternoon through the faint aftersick of

mustardgas I smel the box the white roses and the white phlox with a crimson eye three brownandwhitestriped snails hang with infinite delicacy from a honeysuckle-branch overhead up in the blue a sausagebal oon grazes drowsily like a tethered cow there are drunken wasps clinging to the tooripe pears that fal and squash when-ever the near guns spew their heavy shel s that go off rumbling through the sky

with a whir that makes you remember walking in the

woods and starting a woodcock

wel todo country people careful y built the wal s and the little backhouse with the cleanscrubbed seat and the quartermoon in the door like the backhouse of an old farm at home careful y planted the garden and savored the fruit and the flowers and careful y planned this war to hel with "em Patrick Henry in khaki submits to shortarm inspection and puts al his pennies in a Liberty Loan or give me

arrives shrapnel twanging its harps out of tiny

powderpuff