U.S.A_ - John Dos Passos [360]
VICIOUS PRACTICES RESPONSIBLE
FOR HIGH LIVING
COST, WILSON TELLS CONGRESS
I saw them
I saw them
Down in the
Deep dugout
THE CAMERA EYE (41)
arent you coming to the anarchist picnic there's
going to be an anarchist picnic sure you've got to come to the anarchist picnic this afternoon it was way out at Garches in a kind of park it took a long time to get out there we were late there were youngsters and young girls with glasses and old men with their whiskers and long white zits and everybody wore black artist ties some had taken off their shoes and stockings and were wandering around in the long grass a young man with a black artist tie was reading a poem Voilà said a voice c'est plûtot le
-419-geste proletaire it was a nice afternoon we sat on the grass and looked around le geste proletaire
But God damn it they've got al the machineguns in the world al the printingpresses linotypes tickerribbon curling irons plushhorses Ritz and we you I? barehands a few songs not very good songs plûtot le geste proletaire Les bourgeois à la lanterne nom de dieu
et l'humanité la futurité la lutte des classes l'inépuis-able angoisse des foules la misère du travail eur tu sais mon vieux sans blague
it was chil y early summer gloaming among the eight-eenthcenturyshaped trees when we started home I sat on the impériale of the third class car with the daughter of the Libertaire (that's Patrick Henry ours after al give me or death) a fine girl her father she said never let her go out alone never let her see any young men it was like being in a convent she wanted liberty fraternity equality and a young man to take her out in the tunnels the coal-gas made us cough and she wanted l'Amérique la vie le theatre le feev o'clock le smoking le foxtrot she was a nice girl we sat side by side on the roof of the car and looked at the banlieue de Paris a desert of little ginger-bread brick maisonettes flattening out under the broad gloom of evening she and I tu sais mon ami but what kind of goddam management is this?
-420-NEWSREEL XL
CRIMINAL IN PYJAMAS SAWS BARS;
SCALES WALLS; FLEES
Italians! against al and everything remember that the beacon is lighted at Fiume and that al harangues are contained in the words: Fiume or Death.
Criez au quatre vents que je n'accepte aucune transaction. Le reste ici contre tout le monde et je prépare de très mauvais jours.
Criez cela je vous prie a tû-tête
the cal for enlistments mentions a chance for gold service stripes, opportunities for big game hunting and thril ing water-sports added to the general advantages of travel in foreign countries
Chi va piano
Va sano
Chi va forte
Va 'la morte
Evviva la libertá
EARTHQUAKE IN ITALY DEVASTATES
LIKE WAR
only way Y.M.C.A. girls can travel is on troop ships; part of fleet wil go seaward to help Wilson
DEMPSEY KNOCKS OUT WILLARD IN
THIRD ROUND
Ils sont sourds.
Je vous embrasse.
Le coeur de Fiume est à vous.
JOE HILL
A young Swede named Hil strom went to sea, got
himself cal oused hands on sailingships and tramps,
-421-learned English in the focastle of the steamers that make the run from Stockholm to Hul , dreamed the
Swede's dream of the west;
when he got to America they gave him a job
polishing cuspidors in a Bowery saloon.
He moved west to Chicago and worked in a ma-chineshop. He moved west and fol owed the harvest, hung
around employment agencies, paid out many a dol ar
for a job in a construction camp, walked out many a mile when the grub was too bum, or the boss too tough, or too many bugs in the bunkhouse;
read Marx and the I.W.W. Preamble and
dreamed about forming the structure of the new so-ciety within the shel of the old. He was in California for the S.P. strike ( Casey Jones, two locomotives, Casey Jones), used to play the concertina outside the bunkhouse door, after supper, evenings (
Longhaired