U.S.A_ - John Dos Passos [77]
Author: Constantine and the Greek People 1920,
The Famine in Russia 1922, Henry Ward Beecher an American Portrait 1927. d. 1929.
NEWSREEL XXVI
EUROPE ON KNIFE EDGE
Tout le long de la Thamise
Nous sommes allés tout les deux
Gouter l'heure exquise.
-184-in such conditions is it surprising that the Department of Justice looks with positive affection upon those who refused service in the draft, with leniency upon convicted anarchists and with something like indifference upon the overwhelming majority of them stil out of jail or undeported for years after the organization of the U. S. Steel Corporation Wal Street was busy on the problem of measuring the cubic yards of water injected into the property
FINISHED STEEL MOVES RATHER
MORE FREELY
Where do we go from here boys
Where do we go from here?
WILD DUCKS FLY OVER PARIS
FERTILIZER INDUSTRY STIMULATED BY WAR
Anywhere from Harlem
To a Jersey City pier
the winning of the war is just as much dependent upon the industrial workers as it is upon the soldiers. Our wonder-ful record of launching one hundred ships on independence day shows what can be done when we put our shoulders to the wheel under the spur of patriotism
SAMARITAINE BATHS SINK IN SWOLLEN
SEINE
I may not know
What the war's about
But you bet by gosh
I'll soon find out
And so my sweetheart
Don't you fear
Don't you fear
I'll bring you a king
For a souvenir
And I'll get you a Turk
And the Kaiser too
And that's about all
One feller can do
-185-AFTER-WAR PLANS OF AETNA EXPLOSIVES
ANCIENT CITY IN GLOOM EVEN THE
CHURCH
BELLS ON SUNDAY BEING STILLED
Where do we go from here boys
Where do we go from here?
RICHARD ELLSWORTH SAVAGE
It was at Fontainebleau lined up in the square in front of Francis I's palace they first saw the big grey Fiat ambu-lances they were to drive. Schuyler came back from talking with the French drivers who were turning them over with the news that they were sore as hel because it meant they had to go back into the front line. They asked why the devil the Americans couldn't stay home and mind their own business instead of coming over here and fil ing up al the good embusqué jobs. That night the section went into cantonment in tarpaper barracks that stank of carbolic, in a little town in Champagne. It turned out to be the Fourth of July, so the maréchale-de-logis served out champagne with supper and a general with white walrus whiskers came and made a speech about how with the help of Amérique héroique la victoire was certain, and proposed a toast to le président Veelson. The chef of the section, Bil Knickerbocker, got up a little nervously and toasted la France héroique, l'héroique Cinquième Armée and la victoire by Christmas. Fireworks were furnished by the Boches who sent over an airraid that made everybody scuttle for the bombproof dugout.
Once they got down there Fred Summers said it smelt too bad and anyway he wanted a drink and he and Dick went out to find an estaminet, keeping close under the eaves
-186-of the houses to escape the occasional shrapnel fragments from the antiaircraft guns. They found a little bar al ful of tobacco smoke and French poilus singing la Madelon. Everybody cheered when they came in and a dozen glasses were handed to them. They smoked their first caporal ordinaire and everybody set them up to drinks so that at closing time, when the bugles blew the French equivalent of taps, they found themselves walking a little unsteadily along the pitchblack streets arm in arm with two poilus who'd promised to find them their cantonment. The poilus said la guerre was une saloperie and la victorie was une sale blague and asked eagerly if les americains knew any-thing about la revolution en Russie. Dick said he was a pacifist and was for anything that would stop the war and they al shook hands very significantly and talked about la revolution mondiale. When they were turning in on their folding cots, Fred Summers suddenly sat bolt up-right with his blanket around him and said in a solemn funny