U.S.A_ - John Dos Passos [139]
blood and her might for the principles that gave her birth and happiness and the peace that she has treasured. God helping her she can do no other
It's a long way to Tipperary
It's a long way to go
It's a long way to Tipperary
And the sweetest girl I know
TRAITORS BEWARE
four men in Evanston fined for kil ing birds
WILSON WILL FORCE DRAFT
food gamblers raise price of canned foods move for dry U S in war files charges when men ignore national air JOFFRE ASKS TROOPS NOW
Mooney case incentive
Goodby Piccadilly, farewell Leicester Square
It's a long long way to Tipperary
But my heart's right there.
HOUSE REFUSES TO ALLOW T R TO
RAISE TROOPS
the American Embassy was threatened today with an
attack by a mob of radical socialists led by Nicolai Lenin an exile who recently returned from Switzerland via Germany
ALLIES TWINE FLAGS ON TOMB OF
WASHINGTON
ELEANOR STODDARD
Eleanor thought that things were very exciting that winter. She and J.W. went out a great deal together, to
-351-al the French operas and to first nights. There was a little French restaurant where they ate hors d'oeuvres way east in Fiftysixth Street. They went to see French paintings in the gal eries up Madison Avenue. J.W. began to get interested in art, and Eleanor loved going round with him because he had such a romantic manner about every-thing and he used to tel her she was his inspiration and that he always got good ideas when he'd been talking to her. They often talked about how sil y people were who said that a man and a woman couldn't have a platonic friendship. They wrote each other little notes in French every day. Eleanor often thought it was a shame J.W. had such a stupid wife who was an invalid too, but she thought that the children were lovely and it was nice that they both had lovely blue eyes like their father.
She had an office now al by herself and had two girls working with her to learn the business and had quite a lot of work to do. The office was in the first block above Madison Square on Madison Avenue and she just had her own name on it. Eveline Hutchins didn't have anything to do with it any more as Dr. Hutchins had retired and the Hutchinses had al moved out to Santa Fe. Eveline sent her an occasional box of Indian curios or pottery and the watercolors the Indian children did in the schools, and Eleanor found they sold very wel . In the afternoon she'd ride downtown in a taxi and look up at the Metropolitan Life tower and the Flatiron Building and the lights against the steely Manhattan sky and think of crystals and artificial flowers and gilt patterns on indigo and claret-colored brocade. The maid would have tea ready for her and often there would be friends waiting for her, young architects or painters. There'd always be flowers, cal a lilies with the texture of icecream or a bowl of freesias. She'd talk a while and before slipping off to dress for dinner. When J.W. phoned that he couldn't come she'd feel very bad.
-352-If there was stil anybody there who'd come to tea she'd ask him to stay and have potluck with her.
The sight of the French flag excited her always or when a band played Tipperary; and one evening when they were going to see The Yellow Jacket for the third time, she had on a new fur coat that she was wondering how she was going to pay for, and she thought of al the bil s at her office and the house on Sutton Place she was remodeling on a speculation and wanted to ask J.W.
about a thousand he'd said he'd invested for her and won-dered if there'd been any turnover yet. They'd been talk-ing about the air raids and poison gas and the effect of the war news downtown and the Bowmen of Mons and
the Maid of Orleans and she said she believed in the supernatural, and J.W. was hinting something about re-verses on the Street and his face looked drawn and wor-ried; but they were crossing Times Square through the eighto'clock crowds and the skysigns flashing on and off. The fine little triangular men were doing exercises on the Wrigley sign and suddenly a grindorgah began to play The Marseillaise and it was too beautiful; she burst into tears and they talked about Sacrifice and Dedication and J.W. held her arm tight through the fur coat and gave the organgrinder man a dol ar. When they got to the theater Eleanor hurried down to the ladies' room to see if her eyes had got red. But when she looked in the mirror they weren't red at al and there was a flash of heartfelt feeling in her eyes, so she just freshened up her face and went back up to the lobby, where J.W. was waiting for her with the tickets in his hand; her gray eyes were flash-ing and had tears in them. Then one evening J.W. looked very worried indeed