U.S.A_ - John Dos Passos [278]
NEWSREEL XXXII
GOLDEN VOICE OF CARUSO SWELLS IN
VICTORY SONG TO CROWDS ON STREETS
Oh Oh Oh, it's a lovely war
Oo wouldn't be a sodger, ay
from Pic Umbral to the north of the Stelvio it wil fol ow the crest of the Rhetian alps up to the sources of the Adige and the Eisah passing thence by mounts Reschen and Brenner and the heights of Oetz and Boal er; thence south crossing Mount Toblach
-286- As soon as reveille has gone
We feel just as 'eavy as lead
But we never git up till the sergeant
Brings us a cup of tea in bed
HYPNOTIZED BY COMMON LAW WIFE
army casualties soar to 64,305 with 318 today; 11,760
have paid the supreme sacrifice in action and 6,193 are severely wounded Oh Oh Oh. it's a lovely war
Oo wouldn't be a sodger ay
Oh, it's a shayme to tayke the pay
in the vil ages in peasant houses the Americans are treated as guests living in the best rooms and courteously offered the best shining samovars or teaurns by the housewives Le chef de gare il est cocu
in the largely populated districts a spectacular touch was given the festivities by groups of aliens appearing in costume and a carnival spirit prevailed
BRITISH SUPPRESS SOVIETS
Le chef de gare il est cocu
Qui est cocu? Le chef de gare
Sa femme elle l'a voulut
there can be no reason to believe these officers of an estab-lished news organization serving newspapers al over the coun-try failed to realize their responsibilities at a moment of supreme significance to the people of this country. Even to anticipate the event in a matter of such moment would be a grave im-position for which those responsible must be cal ed to account Any complaynts this morning?
Do we complayn? Not we
Wats the matter with lumps of onion
Floatin' around in the tea?
PEACE DOVE IN JEWELS GIVEN
MRS. WILSON
-287-and the watershed of the Cols di Polberdo, Podlaniscam and Idria. From this point the line turns southeast towards the Schneeberg, excludes the whole basin of the Saave and its tributaries. From Schneeberg it goes down to the coast in such a way as to include Castna, Mattuglia and Volusca THE CAMERA EYE (38)
sealed signed and delivered al over Tours you
can smel lindens in bloom it's hot my uniform sticks the OD chafes me under the chin only four days ago AWOL crawling under the
freight cars at the station of St. Pierre-des-Corps waiting in the buvette for the MP on guard to look away from the door so's I could slink out with a cigarette (and my heart) in my mouth then in a tiny box of a hotel room changing the date on that old movement order
but today
my discharge sealed signed and delivered sends off
sparks in my pocket like a romancandle
I walk past the headquarters of the SOS Hay sojer
your tunic's unbuttoned (f --k you buddy) and down
the lindenshaded street to the bathhouse that has a court with flowers in the middle of it the hot water gushes green out of brass swanheads into the whitemetal tub I strip myself naked soap myself al over with the sour pink soap slide into the warm deepgreen tub through
-288-the white curtain in the window a finger of afternoon sun-light lengthens on the ceiling towel's dry and warm smel s of steam in the suitcase I've got a suit of civvies I borrowed from a fel ow I know the buck private in the rear rank of Uncle Sam's Medical Corps (serial
number . . . never could remember the number anyway I dropped it in the Loire) goes down the drain with a gurgle and hiss and
having amply tipped and gotten the eye from the
fat woman who swept up the towels
I step out into the lindensmel of a July afternoon and strol up to the café where at the little tables outside only officers may set their whipcord behinds and order a drink of cognac unservable to those in uniform while waiting for the train to Paris and sit down firmly in long pants in the iron chair
an anonymous civilian
NEWSREEL XXXIII
CAN'T RECALL KILLING SISTER; CLAIMS
I've got the blues
I've got the blues
I've got the alcohoholic blues
SOAP CRISIS THREATENED
with the gay sunlight and the resumption of racing Paris has resumed its normal life. The thousands and thousands of