U.S.A_ - John Dos Passos [351]
Gerard Throws His Hat into the Ring
SUPREME COURT DASHES LAST HOPE OF
MOIST MOUTH
LIFE BOAT CALLED BY ROCKET
SIGNALS SEARCHES IN
VAIN FOR SIXTEEN HOURS
America I love you
You're like a sweetheart of mine
LES GENS SAGES FUIENT LES
REUNIONS POLITIQUES
WALLSTREET CLOSES WEAK: FEARS
TIGHT MONEY
TIGHT MONEY
-466-From ocean to ocean
For you my devotion
Is touching each boundary line
LITTLE CARUSO EXPECTED
his mother, Mrs. W. D. McGil icudy said: "My first husband was kil ed while crossing tracks in front of a train, my second husband was kil ed in the same way and now it is my son
Just like a little baby
Climbing its mother's knee
MACHINEGUNS MOW DOWN MOBS IN
KNOXVILLE
America I love you
Aviators Lived for Six Days on Shel fish
the police compel ed the demonstrators to lower these flags and ordered the convention not to exhibit any red em-blems save the red in the starry banner of the United States; it may not be indiscreet to state, however, in any case it cannot dim his glory, that General Pershing was confined to his state-room through seasickness when the message arrived. Old Fel ow of 89 Treasures Chewinggum as Precious Souvenir Couldn't Maintain His Serenity In Closing League Debates And there's a hundred mil ion others like me
THE BODY OF AN AMERICAN
Whereas the Congress of the united states by a concurrent reso-lution adoptedon the 4th day of march last authorized the Secretary-of war to cause to be brought to the united states the body of an American who was a member of the american expeditionary forces in-europe who lost his life during the world war and whose identity has--467-not been established for burial in the memorial amphi theatre ofthe national cemeteryatarlington virginia
In the tarpaper morgue at Chalons-sur-Marne in
the reek of chloride of lime and the dead, they picked out the pine box that held al that was left of
enie menie minle moe plenty other pine boxes
stacked up there containing what they'd scraped up of Richard Roe
and other person or persons unknown. Only one
can go. How did they pick John Doe?
Make sure he aint a dinge, boys,
make sure he aint a guinea or a kike,
how can you tel a guy's a hunredpercent when al
you've got's a gunnysack ful of bones, bronze buttons stamped with the screaming eagle and a pair of rol puttees?
. . . and the gagging chloride and the puky dirt-stench of the yearold dead. . . The day withal was too meaningful and tragic for ap-plause. Silence, tears, songs and prayer, muffled drums and soft music were the instrumentalities today of national approba-tion. John Doe was born (thudding din of blood in love
into the shuddering soar of a man and a woman alone indeed together lurching into and ninemonths sick drowse waking into scared
agony and the pain and blood and mess of birth). John Doe was born
and raised in Brooklyn, in Memphis, near the lake-front in Cleveland, Ohio, in the stench of the stock-yards in Chi, on Beacon Hil , in an old brick house in Alexandria Virginia, on Telegraph Hil , in a halftim-bered Tudor cottage in Portland the city of roses,
-468-in the Lying-In Hospital old Morgan endowed on Stuyvesant Square, across the railroad tracks, out near the country
club, in a shack cabin tenement apartmenthouse ex-clusive residential suburb; scion of one of the best families in the social reg-ister, won first prize in the baby parade at Coronado Beach, was marbles champion of the Little Rock gram-marschools, crack basketbal player at the Boonevil e High, quarterback at the State Reformatory, having saved the sheriff's kid from drowning in the Little Missouri River was invited to Washington to be photo-graphed shaking hands with the President on the White House steps; --though this was a time of mourning, such an assemblage necessarily has about it a touch of color. In the boxes are seen the court uniforms of foreign diplomats, the gold braid of our own and foreign fleets and armies, the black of the con-ventional morning dress of American statesmen, the varicol-ored furs and outdoor wrapping garments of mothers and. sisters come to mourn, the drab and blue of soldiers and sailors, the glitter of musical instruments and the white and black of a vested choir