U.S.A_ - John Dos Passos [271]
CRITICAL TIME THREATENING SOCIAL UPHEAVAL
Oh my I'm too young to die
I wanta go home
Nancy Enjoys Nightlife Despite Raids
TATTOOED WOMAN SOUGHT BY POLICE IN
TRUNK MURDER
ARMY WIFE SLASHED BY ADMIRER
-214-Young Man Al eged to Have Taken Money to Aid in Promotion of a Reserve Officer. It appears that these men were Chinese merchants from Irkutsk, Chita and elsewhere who were proceeding homeward to Harbin carrying their profits for investment in new stocks
Oh that battle of Paree
Its making a bum out of me
Toujours la femme et combien
300,000 RUSSIAN NOBLES SLAIN BY
BOLSHEVIKI
Bankers of This Country, Britain and France to
Safeguard Foreign Investors
these three girls came to France thirteen months ago and were the first concertparty to entertain at the front. They staged a show for the American troops from a flatcar base of a large naval gun three kilometers behind the line on the day of the evening of the drive at Chateau Thierry. After that they were assigned to the Aix-les-Bains leave area where they acted during the day as canteen girls and entertained and danced at night You never knew a place that was so short of men Beaucoup rum beaucoup fun Mother'd never know her loving son
Oh if you want to see that statue of Libertee
Keep away from that battle of Paree
THE CAMERA EYE (35)
there were always two cats the color of hot milk with a little coffee in it with aquamarine eyes and sootblack faces in the window of the laundry opposite the little creamery where we ate breakfast on the Montagne St.
-215-Geneviève huddled between the old squeezedup slate-grey houses of the Latin Quarter leaning over steep smal streets cosy under the fog minute streets lit with differentcolored chalks cluttered with infinitesimal bars res-taurants paintshops and old prints beds bidets faded per-fumery microscopic sizzle of frying butter the Bertha made a snapping noise no louder than a
cannoncracker near the hotel where Oscar Wilde died we al ran up stairs to see if the house was on fire but the old woman whose lard was burning was sore as a crutch al the big new quarters near the Arc de Triomphe
were deserted but in the dogeared yel owbacked Paris of the Carmagnole the Faubourg St Antoine the Commune
we were singing
'suis dans l'axe
'suis dans l'axe
'suis dans l'axe du gros canon
when the Bertha dropped in the Seine there was a
concours de pêche in the little brightgreen skiffs among al the old whiskery fishermen scooping up in nets the minnows the concussion had stunned
EVELINE HUTCHINS
Eveline went to live with Eleanor in a fine apartment Eleanor had gotten hold of somehow on the quai de la
-216-Tournel e. It was the mansard floor of a grey peeling-faced house built at the time of Richelieu and done over under Louis Quinze. Eveline never tired of looking out the window, through the delicate tracing of the wroughtiron balcony, at the Seine where toy steamboats bucked the cur-rent, towing shinyvarnished barges that had lace curtains and geraniums in the windows of their deckhouses painted green and red, and at the island opposite where the rock-eting curves of the flying buttresses shoved the apse of Nôtre Dâme dizzily upwards out of the trees of a little park. They had tea at a smal Buhl table in the window almost every evening when they got home from the office on the Rue de Rivoli, after spending the day pasting pic-tures of ruined French farms and orphaned children and starving warbabies into scrapbooks to be sent home for use in Red Cross drives.
After tea she'd go out in the kitchen and watch Yvonne cook. With the groceries and sugar they drew at the Red Cross commissary, Yvonne operated a system of barter so that their food hardly cost them anything. At first Eveline tried to stop her but she'd answer with a torrent of argu-ment: did Mademoisel e think that President Poincaré or the generals or the cabinet ministers, ces salots de prof-iteurs, ces salots d'embusqués, went without their brioches?
It was the systeme D, ils s'en fichent des particuliers, des pauvres gens . . . very wel her ladies would