U.S.A_ - John Dos Passos [205]
-99-poor sport to walk out on a lady and hurt her sensitive feelings. "Fel ers," began Fred Summers, looking in each of their faces with his round eyes, "it ain't a war, it's a goddam
. . ." He couldn't think of a word for it so Dick turned out the light. NEWSREEL XXII
COMING YEAR PROMISES REBIRTH OF
RAILROADS
DEBS IS GIVEN 30 YEARS IN PRISON
There's a long long trail awinding
Into the land of my dreams
Where the nightingales are singing.
And the white moon beams
future generations wil rise up and cal those men blessed who have the courage of their convictions, a proper appreciation of the value of human life as contrasted with material gain, and who, imbued with the spirit of brotherhood wil lay hold of the great opportunity BONDS BUY BULLETS BUY BONDS
COPPERS INFLUENCED BY UNCERTAIN
OUTLOOK
WOMEN VOTE LIKE VETERAN
POLITICIANS
restore time honored meat combination dishes such as hash, goulash, meat pies and liver and bacon. Every German soldier carries a little clothesbrush in his pocket; first thing he does when he lands in a prisoncage is to get out this brush and start cleaning his clothes
EMPLOYER MUST PROVE WORKER IS
ESSENTIAL
-100-There's a long long night of waiting
Until my dreams al come true
AGITATORS CAN'T GET AMERICAN
PASSPORTS
the two men out of the Transvaal district during the voyage expressed their opinion that the British and American flags expressed nothing and, as far as they were concerned could be sunk to the bottom of the Atlantic, and acknowledged that they were socal ed Nationalists, a type much resembling the I.W.W. here. "I have no intention" wrote Hearst,
"of meeting Governor Smith either publicly, privately, political y, or social y, as I do not find any satisfaction
KILLS HERSELF AT SEA; CROWDER IN CITY
AFTER SLACKERS
Oh old Uncle Sam
He's got the infantree
He's got the cavalree
He's got artil eree
And then by God we'l al go to Chermanee
God Help Kaiser Bil !
THE CAMERA EYE (30)
remembering the grey crooked fingers the thick drip of blood off the canvas the bubbling when the lungcases try to breathe the muddy scraps of flesh you put in the ambulance alive and haul out dead
three of us sit in the dry cement fountain of the little garden with the pink wal s in Récicourt
No there must be some way they taught as
-101-Land of the Free conscience Give me liberty or give me Wel they give us death sunny afternoon through the faint aftersick of
mustardgas I smel the box the white roses and the white phlox with a crimson eye three brownandwhitestriped snails hang with infinite delicacy from a honeysuckle-branch overhead up in the blue a sausagebal oon grazes drowsily like a tethered cow there are drunken wasps clinging to the tooripe pears that fal and squash when-ever the near guns spew their heavy shel s that go off rumbling through the sky
with a whir that makes you remember walking in the
woods and starting a woodcock
wel todo country people careful y built the wal s and the little backhouse with the cleanscrubbed seat and the quartermoon in the door like the backhouse of an old farm at home careful y planted the garden and savored the fruit and the flowers and careful y planned this war to hel with "em Patrick Henry in khaki submits to shortarm inspection and puts al his pennies in a Liberty Loan or give me
arrives shrapnel twanging its harps out of tiny
powderpuff clouds invites us delicately to glory we happy watching the careful movements of the snails in the afternoon sunlight talking in low voices about La Libre Belgique The Junius papers Areop-agitica Milton went blind for freedom of speech If
-102-you hit the words Democracy wil understand even the bankers and the clergymen I you we must
When three men hold together
The kingdoms are less by three
we are happy talking in low voices in the afternoon sunlight about apres la guerre that our fingers our blood our lungs our flesh under the dirty khaki feldgrau bleu horizon might go on sweeten grow until we fal from the tree ripe like the tooripe pears the arriv know and singing éclats sizzling gas shel s theirs is the power and the glory