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so tough pneumonia breathing can hear myself breathe and the water tick in the faucet doctors and orderlies al down in the bomb-proof cant even hear a sick wop groan Jesus is the guy dying?

they've cut off their motors the little drums in my ears sure that's why they cal em drums (up there in the blue moonlight the Austrian observer's reaching for the string that dumps the applecart) the candleflame stands up stil

not that time but wham in the side of the head woke Curley and the glass tinkling in the upstairs windows the candle staggered but didnt go out the vault sways with my shadow and Curley's shadow dammit he's strong

head's ful of the fever reek Kiddo you gotto stay in bed (they dumped the applecart al right) shel fragments hailing around outside Kiddo you gotto get back to bed But I gotadate oh christohsweetiesus cant you tel me how to get back to the outfit haveaheart dad I didntmean-noharm itsnonlyaboutthose lots the voice dwindles into a whine I'm pul ing the

covers up to his chin again light the candle again smoke a

-176-macedonia again look at my watch again must be near day ten o'clock they dont relieve me til eight

way off a voice goes up and up and swoops like the

airraid siren ayayoooTO

NEWSREEL XXV

General Pershing's forces today occupied Bel e Joyeuse Farm and the southern edges of the Bois des Loges. The Americans encountered but little machinegun opposition. The advance was in the nature of a linestraightening operation. Otherwise the activity along the front today consisted prin-cipal y of artil ery firing and bombing. Patrols are operating around Bel uno having preceded the flood of al ies pouring through the Quero pass in the Grappa region

REBEL SAILORS DEFY ALLIES

Bonjour ma cherie

Comment allez vous?

Bonjour ma cherie

how do you do?

after a long conference with a secretary of war and the secretary of state President Wilson returned to the White House this afternoon apparently highly pleased that events are steadily pursuing the course which he had felt they would take Avez vous fiancé cela ne fait rien

Voulez vous couchez avec moi ce soir?

Wee, wee, combien?

HELP THE FOOD ADMINISTRATION BY

REPORTING WAR PROFITEERS

Lord Robert, who is foreign minister Balfour's right hand man added, "When victory comes the responsibility for America and Great Britain wil rest not on statesmen but on the people." The display of the red flag in our thoroughfares

-177-seems to be emblematic of unbridled licence and an insignia for lawhating and anarchy, like the black flag it represents everything that is repulsive LENINE FLEES TO FINLAND

here I am snug as a bug in a rug on this third day of October. It was Sunday I went over and got hit in the left leg with a machinegun bul et above the knee. I am in a base hospital and very comfortable. I am writing with my left hand as my right one is under my head STOCK MARKET STRONG BUT NARROW

Some day I'm going to murder the bugler

Some day they're going to find him dead

I'll dislocate his reveille

And step upon it heavily

And spend

the rest of my life in bed

A HOOSIER QUIXOTE

Hibben, Paxton, journalist, Indiandpolis, Ind., Dec. 5, 1880, s. Thomas Entrekin and Jeannie Merrill (Ketcham) H.; A.B. Princeton 1903, A.M. Harvard 1904

Thinking men were worried in the middle west in

the years Hibben was growing up there, something was wrong with the American Republic, was it the Gold

Standard, Privilege, The Interests, Wal Street?

The rich were getting richer, the poor were getting poorer, smal farmers were being squeezed out, work-ingmen were working twelve hours a day for a bare living; profits were for the rich, the law was for the rich, the cops were for the rich; was it for that the pilgrims had bent their heads

-178-into the storm, fil ed the fleeing Indians with slugs out of their blunderbusses and worked the stony farms of New England;

was it for that the pioneers had crossed the Appa-lachians, long squirrelauns slung across lean backs,

a fistful of corn in the pocket of the buckskin vest, was it for that the Indiana farmboys had turned out

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