U.S.A_ - John Dos Passos [22]
Fainy sat in the chair by the stove as if glued to it. He noticed a fiftycent piece on the kitchen floor that must have dropped out of Doc Bingham's pants as he ran. He grabbed it and had just gotten it in his pocket when the tal man with the shotgun came back.
"No more shel s," he said thickly. Then he sat down on the kitchen table among the uncleared supper dishes and began to cry like a child, the tears trickling through the knobbed fingers of his big dark hands. Fainy stole out of the door and went to the barn. " Doc Bingham," he cal ed gently. The harness lay in a heap between the shafts of the wagon, but there was no trace of Doc Bing-ham or of the piebald horse. The frightened clucking of the hens disturbed in the hencoop mixed with the woman's shrieks that stil came from upstairs in the farmhouse.
"What the hel shal I do?" Fainy was asking himself when he caught sight of a tal figure outlined in the bright kitchen door and pointing the shotgun at him. Just as the shotgun blazed away he ducked into the barn and out through the back door. Buckshot whined over his head. "Gosh, he found shel s." Fainy was off as fast as
-53-his legs could carry him across the oatfield. At last, with-out any breath in his body, he scrambled over a railfence ful of briars that tore his face and hands and lay flat in a dry ditch to rest. There was nobody fol owing him. NEWSREEL III
"IT TAKES NERVE TO LIVE IN THIS
WORLD" LAST WORDS OF GEORGE SMITH
HANGED WITH HIS BROTHER BY MOB
IN
KANSAS MARQUIS OF QUEENSBERRY DEAD
FLAMES WRECK SPICE PLANT COURT
SETS
ZOLA FREE
a few years ago the anarchists of New Jersey, wearing the McKinley button and the red badge of anarchy on their coats and supplied with beer by the republicans, plotted the death of one of the crowned heads of Europe and it is likely that the plan to assassinate the president was hatched at the same time or soon afterward
It's moonlight fair tonight upon the Wabash
From the fields there comes the breath of newmown hay Through the sycamores the candlelight is gleaming On the banks of the Wabash for away OUT FOR BULLY GOOD TIME
Six Thousand Workmen at Smolensk Parade With Plac-ards Saying Death To Czar Assassin. riots and streetblockades mark opening of teamster's strike WORLD'S
GREATEST SEA BATTLE NEAR
Madrid police clash with 5000 workmen carrying black flag
spectators become dizzy while dancer eats orange break-ing record that made man insane
-54-THE CAMERA EYE (5)
and we played the battle of Port Arthur in the bath-tub and the water leaked down through the drawing-room ceiling and it was altogether too bad but in Kew Gardens old Mr. Garnet who was stil hale and hearty although so very old came to tea and we saw him first through the window with his red face and John Bul
whiskers and aunty said it was a sailor's rol ing gait and he was carrying a box under his arm and Vickie and Pompom barked and here was Mr. Garnet come to tea and he took a gramophone out of a black box and put a cylinder on the gramophone and they pushed back the tea-things off the corner of the table Be careful not to drop it now they scratch rather heasy Why a hordinary
scratch rather heasy Why a hordinary
sewin' needle would do maam but I ave special needles and we got to talking about Hadmiral Togo and
the Banyan and how the Roosians drank so much vodka and kil ed al those poor fisherlads in the North Sea and he wound it up very careful y so as not to break the spring and the needle went rasp rasp Yes I was a bluejacket miself miboy from the time I was a little shayver not much bigger'n you rose to be bosun's mite on the first British hironclad the Warrior and I can dance a ornpipe yet maam and he had a mariner's compass in red and
blue on the back of his hand and his nails looked black
-55-and thick as he fumbled with the needle and the needle went rasp rasp and far away a band played and out of a grindy noise in the little black horn came God Save the King and the little dogs howled
NEWSREEL IV
I met my love in the Alamo
When the moon was on the rise
Her beauty quite bedimmed its light