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-138-fatiguee and wants to say bon-soir?" He linked his arm in the colonel's and said,
"Vive la France. . . . Come up to my room and have a drink." The colonel drew himself up and looked very angry. Without waiting to see what hap-pened Eveline ran up the stairs to her room, rushed in and doublelocked the door.
NEWSREEL XXIV
it is difficult to realize the colossal scale upon which Eu-rope wil have to borrow in order to make good the destruc-tion of war BAGS 28 HUNS SINGLEHANDED
Peace Talk Beginning To Have Its Effect On Southern Iron Market
LOCAL BOY CAPTURES OFFICER
ONE THIRD WAR ALLOTMENTS
FRAUDULENT
There are smiles that make us happy
There are smiles that make us blue
again let us examine into the matter of rates; let it be assumed that the United States is operating fleets aggregating 3000 freight and passenger vessels between U.S. and foreign ports
GANG LEADER SLAIN IN STREET
There are smiles that wipe away the teardrops
Like the sunbeams dry away the dew
There are smiles that have a tender meaning
That the eyes of love alone can see.
SOLDIER VOTE CARRIED ELECTION
suppose now that into this delicate medium of economic law there is thrust the control ing factor of an owner of a
-139-third of the world's tonnage, who regards with equanimity both profit and loss, who does not count as a factor in the cost of operation the interest on capital investment, who builds vessels whether they, may be profitably operated or not and who charges rates commensurate in no certain measure with the laws of supply and demand; how long would it be before the ocean transport of the whole world had broken down completely?
CROWN PRINCE ON THE RUN
But the smiles that fil my heart with sunshine
Are
the
smiles
you
give
to
me
persistent talk of peace is an unsettling factor and the epidemic of influenza has deterred country buyers from visiting the larger centers
THE CAMERA EYE (32)
à quatorze heures precisement the Boche diurnal y
shel ed that bridge with their wel known precision as to time and place à quatorze heures precisement Dick Nor-ton with his monocle in his eye lined up his section at a little distance from the bridge to turn it over to the Amer-ican Red Cross the Red Cross majors looked pudgy and white under
their new uniforms in their shined Sam Browne belts in
-140-their shined tight leather puttees so this was overseas so this was the front wel wel Dick Norton adjusted his monocle and began to talk
about how as gentlemen volunteers he had signed us up and as gentlemen volunteers he bade us farewel Wham the first arrivé the smel of almonds the sunday feeling of no traffic on the road not a poilu in sight Dick Norton adjusted his monocle the Red Cross majors felt the
showering mud sniffed the lyddite swift whiff of
latrines and of huddled troops
Wham Wham Wham like the Fourth of July the
shel fragments sing our ears ring
the bridge is standing and Dick Norton adjusting his monocle is standing talking at length about gentlemen volunteers and ambulance service and la bel e France The empty staffcar is standing
but where are the majors taking over command
who were to make a speech in the name of the Red
Cross? The slowest and pudgiest and whitest of the
majors is stil to be seen on his hands and knees with mud al over his puttees crawling into the abris and that's the last we saw of the Red Cross Majors
and the last we heard of gentlemen
or volunteers
-141-THE HAPPY WARRIOR
The Roosevelts had lived for seven righteous gen-erations on Manhattan Island; they owned a big brick house on 20th Street, an estate up at Dobbs Ferry, lots in the city, a pew in the Dutch Reformed Church, inter-ests, stocks and bonds, they felt Manhattan was theirs, they felt America was theirs. Their son,
Theodore,