U.S.A_ - John Dos Passos [220]
-137-At the same moment came the rending snort of a bomb from somewhere across the river. "Permettez, mademoi-sel e." They went into the pitchblack hal of the hotel and felt their way down into the cel ar. As he handed Eveline down the last step of the dusty wooden stairs the officer gravely saluted the mixed group of people in bath-robes or overcoats over their nightclothes who were grouped around a couple of candles. There was a waiter there and the officer tried to order a drink, but the waiter said, "Ah, mon colonel, s'est defendu," and the colonel made a wry face. Eveline sat up on a sort of table. She was so excited looking at the people and listening to the distant snort of the bombs that she hardly noticed that colonel was squeezing her knee a little more than was necessary. The colonel's hands became a problem. When the airraid was over something went by on the street mak-ing a funny seesaw noise between the quacking of a duck and a burro's bray. It struck Eveline so funny she laughed and laughed so that the colonel didn't seem to know what to make of her. When she tried to say goodnight to him to go up to her room and get some sleep, he wanted to go up too. She didn't know what to do. He'd been so nice and polite she didn't want to be rude to him, but she couldn't seem to make him understand that she wanted to go to bed and to sleep; he'd answer that so did he. When she tried to explain that she had a friend with her, he asked if the friend was as charming as mademoisel e, in that case he'd be delighted. Eveline's French broke down entirely. She wished to heavens Miss Felton would turn up, she couldn't make the concièrge understand that she wanted the key to her room and that mon colonel wasn't coming up and was ready to break down and cry when a young American in civilian clothes with a red face and a turned-up nose appeared from somewhere out of the shadows and said with a flourish in very bad French, "Monsieur, moi frère de madmosel, can't you see that the little girl is
-138-fatiguee and wants to say bon-soir?" He linked his arm in the colonel's and said,
"Vive la France. . . . Come up to my room and have a drink." The colonel drew himself up and looked very angry. Without waiting to see what hap-pened Eveline ran up the stairs to her room, rushed in and doublelocked the door.
NEWSREEL XXIV
it is difficult to realize the colossal scale upon which Eu-rope wil have to borrow in order to make good the destruc-tion of war BAGS 28 HUNS SINGLEHANDED
Peace Talk Beginning To Have Its Effect On Southern Iron Market
LOCAL BOY CAPTURES OFFICER
ONE THIRD WAR ALLOTMENTS
FRAUDULENT
There are smiles that make us happy
There are smiles that make us blue
again let us examine into the matter of rates; let it be assumed that the United States is operating fleets aggregating 3000 freight and passenger vessels between U.S. and foreign ports
GANG LEADER SLAIN IN STREET
There are smiles that wipe away the teardrops
Like the sunbeams dry away the dew
There are smiles that have a tender meaning
That the eyes of love alone can see.
SOLDIER VOTE CARRIED ELECTION
suppose now that into this delicate medium of economic law there is thrust the control ing factor of an owner of a
-139-third of the world's tonnage, who regards with equanimity both profit and loss, who does not count as a factor in the cost of operation the interest on capital investment, who builds vessels whether they, may be profitably operated or not and who charges rates commensurate in no certain measure with the laws of supply and demand; how long would it be before the ocean transport of the whole world had broken down completely?
CROWN PRINCE ON THE RUN
But the smiles that fil my heart with sunshine
Are
the
smiles
you
give
to
me
persistent talk of peace is an unsettling factor and the epidemic of influenza has deterred country buyers from visiting the larger centers
THE CAMERA EYE (32)
à quatorze heures precisement the Boche diurnal y
shel ed that bridge with their wel known precision as to time and place à quatorze heures precisement Dick Nor-ton with his monocle in his eye lined up his section at a little distance from the bridge to turn it over to the Amer-ican Red Cross the Red Cross majors looked pudgy and white under