U.S.A_ - John Dos Passos [88]
"What about the dossier?" Steve asked savagely. "Aw forget it, siamo tutti Italiani . . . who's a defeatist now?" Schuyler set them al up to meals, took them out to Tivoli and the Lake of Nemi in a staff car, and final y put
-208-them on the train to Paris with the rating of captain on their transport orders. The first day in Paris Steve went off to the Red Cross office to get shipped home. "To hel with it, I'm going to C.O.," was al he'd say. Ripley enlisted in the French artil ery school at Fontainebleau. Dick got himself a cheap room in a little hotel on the Ile St. Louis and spent his days interviewing first one higher up and then another in the Red Cross; Hiram Halsey Cooper had suggested the names in a very guarded reply to a cable Dick sent him from Rome. The higherups sent him from one to the
other. "Young man," said one baldheaded official in a luxurious office at the Hotel Cril on,
"your opinions, while showing a senseless and cowardly turn of mind, don't matter. The American people is out to get the kaiser. We are bending every nerve and every energy towards that end; anybody who gets in the way of the great machine the energy and devotion of a hundred mil ion patriots is building towards the stainless purpose of saving civiliza-tion from the Huns wil be mashed like a fly. I'm surprised that a col egebred man like you hasn't more sense. Don't monkey with the buzzsaw."
Final y he was sent to the army intel igence service where he found a young fel ow named Spaulding he'd
known in col ege who greeted him with a' queazy smile.
"Old man," he said, "in a time like this we can't give in to our personal feelings can we . .
.? I think it's per-fectly criminal to al ow yourself the luxury of private opinions, perfectly criminal. It's war time and we've al got to do our duty, it's people like you that are encouraging the Germans to keep up the fight, people like you and the Russians." Spaulding's boss was a captain and wore spurs and magnificently polished puttees; he was a sternlooking young man with a delicate profile. He strode up to Dick, put his face close to his and yel ed, "What would you do if two Huns attacked your sister? You'd fight, wouldn't
-209-you? . . . if you're not a dirty yel ow dawg. . . ." Dick tried to point out that he was anxious to keep on doing the work he had been doing, he was trying to get back to the front with the Red Cross, he wanted an opportunity to ex-plain his position. The captain strode up and down, bawling him out, yel ing that any man who was stil a pacifist after the President's declaration of war was a moron or what was worse a degenerate and that they didn't want people like that in the A.E.F. and that he was going to see to it that Dick would be sent back to the States and that he would not be al owed to come back in any capacity what-soever.