U.S.A_ - John Dos Passos [3]
Society Girls Shocked: Danced with Detectives
For there's many a man been murdered in Luzon
and Mindanao
GAIETY GIRLS MOBBED IN NEW JERSEY
One of the lithographs of the leading lady represented her in less than Atlantic City bathing costume, sitting on a red-hot stove; in one hand she held a brimming glass of wine, in the other ribbons drawn over a pair of rampant lobsters.
-4- For there's many a man been murdered in Luzon and Mindanao and in Samar
In responding to the toast, "The Twentieth Century", Senator Albert J. Beveridge said in part: The twentieth cen- tury will be American. American thought will dominate it. American progress will give it color and direction. American deeds will make it illustrious.
Civilization will never lose its hold on Shanghai. Civiliza- tion will never depart from Hongkong. The gates of Peking will never again be closed to the methods of modern man. The regeneration of the world, physical as well as moral, has begun, and revolutions never move backwards.
There's been many a good man murdered in the Philippines Lies sleeping in some lonesome grave.
THE CAMERA EYE (I)
when you walk along the street you have to step
careful y always on the cobbles so as not to step on the bright anxious grassblades easier if you hold Mother's hand and hang on it that way you can kick up your toes but walking fast you have to tread on too many grass-blades the poor hurt green tongues shrink under your feet maybe thats why those people are so angry and
fol ow us shaking their fists they're throwing stones grownup people throwing stones She's walking fast and we)re running her pointed toes sticking out sharp among the poor trodden grassblades under the shaking folds of
-5-the brown cloth dress Englander a pebble tinkles along the cobbles Quick darling quick in the postcard shop its quiet the angry people are outside and cant come in non nein nicht englander amerikanisch americain Hoch Amerika Vive l'Amerique She laughs My dear they had me right frightened
war on the veldt Kruger Bloemfontein Ladysmith
and Queen Victoria an old lady in a pointed lace cap sent chocolate to the soldiers at Christmas
under the counter it's dark and the lady the nice
Dutch lady who loves Americans and has relations in Trenton shows you postcards that shine in the dark
pretty hotels and palaces O que c'est beau schon prittie prittie and the moonlight ripple ripple under a bridge and the little reverbères are alight in the dark under the counter and the little windows of hotels around the harbor O que c'est beau la lune and the big moon
MAC
When the wind set from the silver factories across the river the air of the gray fourfamily frame house where Fainy McCreary was born was choking al day with the smel of whaleoil soap. Other days it smelt of cabbage and babies and Mrs. McCreary's washboilers. Fainy could
-6-never play at home because Pop, a lame cavechested man with a whispy blondegray mustache, was nightwatchman at the Chadwick Mil s and slept al day. It was only round five o'clock that a curling whiff of tobacco smoke would seep through from the front room into the kitchen. That was a sign that Pop was up and in good spirits, and would soon be wanting his supper.
Then Fainy would be sent running out to one of two
corners of the short muddy street of identical frame houses where they lived. To the right it was half a block to Finley's where he would have to wait at the bar in a forest of mudsplattered trouserlegs until al the rank brawling mouths of grown-ups had been stopped with beers and whiskeys. Then he would walk home, making each step very careful y, with the handle of the pail of suds cutting into his hand. To the left it was half a block to Maginnis's Fancy Groceries, Home and Imported Products. Fainy liked the cardboard Cream of Wheat darkey in the window, the
glass case with different kinds of salami in it, the barrels of potatoes and cabbages, the brown smel of sugar, saw-dust, ginger, kippered herring, ham, vinegar, bread, pep-per, lard.
"A loaf of bread,