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Bordeaux boiled as owls. Ned had spent al his money in Paris and Dick had very little left, so they had to sel their bedrol s and equipment to a couple of American lieutenants just arrived they met in the Café de Bordeaux. It was almost like old days in Boston going around from bar to bar and looking for places to get drinks after closing. They spent most of the night in an elegant maison publique al upholstered in pink satin, talking to the madam, a driedup woman with a long upper lip like a l ama's wearing a black spangled evening dress, who took a fancy to them and made them stay and eat onion soup with her. They were so busy

-212-talking they forgot about the girls. She'd been in the Transvaal during the Boer War and spoke a curious

brand of South African English. "Vous comprennez ve had very fine clientele, every man jack officers, very much elegance, decorum. These johnnies off the veldt . . . get the hel outen here . . . bloody select don't you know. Ve had two salons, one salon English officers, one salon Boer officers, very select, never in al the war make any bloody row, no fight. . . . Vos compatriotes les Americains ce n'est pas comme ça, mes amis. Beaucoup sonofabeetch, make drunk, make bloody row, make sick, naturel ement il y a aussi des gentils garçons comme vous, mes mignons, des veritables gentlemens," and she patted them both on the cheeks with her horny ringed hands. When they left she wanted to kiss them and went with them to the door saying, "Bonsoir mes jolis petits gentlemens." Al the crossing they were never sober after eleven in the morning; it was calm misty weather; they were very happy. One night when he was standing alone in the stern beside the smal gun, Dick was searching his pocket for a cigarette when his fingers felt something hard in the lining of his coat. It was the little compass he had bought to help him across the Spanish border. Guiltily, he fished it out and dropped it overboard.

NEWSREEL XXVII

HER WOUNDED HERO OF WAR A FRAUD

SAYS WIFE IN SUIT

Mid the wars great coise

Stands the red cross noise

She's the rose of no man's land

-213-according to the thousands who had assembled to see the launching and were eyewitnesses of the disaster the scaffold simply seemed to turn over like a gigantic turtle precipitating its occupants into twentyfive feet of water. This was exactly four minutes before the launching was scheduled

Oh that battle of Paree

It's making a bum out of me

BRITISH BEGIN OPERATION ON AFGHAN

FRONTIER

the leading part in world trade which the U.S. is now confidently expected to take, wil depend to a very great extent upon the intel igence and success with which its harbors are utilized and developed

I wanta go home I wanta go home

The bullets they whistle the cannons they roar

I dont want to go to the trenches no more

Oh ship me over the sea

Where the Allemand cant get at me

you have begun a crusade against toys, but if al the German toys were commandeered and destroyed the end of German importations would not yet have been reached HOLDS UP 20 DINERS IN CAFE

LAWHATING GATHERINGS NOT TO BE

ALLOWED IN

CRITICAL TIME THREATENING SOCIAL UPHEAVAL

Oh my I'm too young to die

I wanta go home

Nancy Enjoys Nightlife Despite Raids

TATTOOED WOMAN SOUGHT BY POLICE IN

TRUNK MURDER

ARMY WIFE SLASHED BY ADMIRER

-214-Young Man Al eged to Have Taken Money to Aid in Promotion of a Reserve Officer. It appears that these men were Chinese merchants from Irkutsk, Chita and elsewhere who were proceeding homeward to Harbin carrying their profits for investment in new stocks

Oh that battle of Paree

Its making a bum out of me

Toujours la femme et combien

300,000 RUSSIAN NOBLES SLAIN BY

BOLSHEVIKI

Bankers of This Country, Britain and France to

Safeguard Foreign Investors

these three girls came to France thirteen months ago and were the first concertparty to entertain at the front. They staged a show for the American troops from a flatcar base of a large naval gun three kilometers behind the line on the day of the evening of the drive at Chateau Thierry. After