U.S.A_ - John Dos Passos [51]
-129-and black hair and rub against her and outside the wolves howled in the streets and it was wet there and she said it was nothing she had just washed herself but the Loup Garou was real y a man hold me close
cheri a man howled through streets with a bloody snout that tore up the bel ies of girls and little children Loup Garou
and afterwards you knew what girls were made like
and she was very sil y and made you promise not to tel but you wouldn't have anyway NEWSREEL X
MOON'S PATENT IS FIZZLE
insurgents win at Kansas pol s Oak Park soulmates part 8000 to take autoride says girl begged for her husband PIT SENTIMENT FAVORS UPTURN
Oh you be-eautiful doll
You great big beautiful doll
the world cannot understand al that is involved in this, she said. It appears like an ordinary worldly affair with the trappings of what is low and vulgar but there is nothing of the sort. He is honest and sincere. I know him. I have fought side by side with him. My heart is with him now. Let me throw my arms around you
Honey ain't I glad I found you
Almost Motionless In Midsummer Languor On Business
Seas One Mil ion See Drunkards Bounced
-130-JURORS AT GATES OF BEEF BARONS
compare love with Vesuvius emblazoned streets await tramp of paladins Honey ain't I glad I found you
Oh you beautiful doll
You great big beautiful doll
TRADES WHITE HORSE FOR RED
Madero's troops defeat rebels in Battle at Parral Roose-velt carries Il inois oratory closes eyelids Chicago pleads for more water
CONFESSED ANARCHISTS ON BENDED KNEES KISS U. S. FLAG
The Sunbeam Movement is Spreading
BOMB NO. 4 IN LEVEE WAR SPLINTERS
WEST SIDE SALOON
a report printed Wednesday that a patient in a private pavilion in St. Luke's Hospital undergoing an operation for the extirpation of a cancerous growth at the base of the tongue was General Grant was denied by both the hospital authorities and Lieut. Howze who characterized the story as a deliberate fabrication THE CAMERA EYE (13)
he was a towboat captain and he knew the river
blindfold from Indian Head to the Virginia Capes and the bay and the Eastan Shoa up to Baltima' for that matter and he lived in a redbrick house in Alexandria the pilothouse smelt of a hundred burntout pipes
that's the Mayflower the president's yacht and that there's the Dolphin and that's the ole monitor Tippe--131- canoe and that there's the revenoo cutter and we're just passin' the po-lice boat
when Cap'n Keen reaches up to pul the whistle on
the ceiling of the pilothouse you can see the red and green bracelet tattooed under the black hairs on his wrist Ma soul an' body ole Cap'n Gifford used ter be a frien' o' mahne many's the time we been oysterin' together on the Eastan Shoa an'
oysterpirates used to shanghai young fel ers in those days an' make 'em work al winter you couldn' git away less you swam ashoa and the water was too damnation cole an' the ole man used to take the fel ers' clothes away so's they couldn't git ashoa when they was anchored up in a crik or near a house or some-thin' boy they was mean customers the oysterpirates ma soul and body onct there was a young fel er they worked til he dropped and then they'd just sling him overboard tongin' for oysters or dredgin' like them oysterpirates did's the meanest kinda work in winter with the spray freezin' on the lines an' cuttin' your hands to shreds an'
the dredge foulin' every minute an' us havin' to haul it up an' fix it with our hands in the icy water hauled up a stiff onct What's a stiff? Ma soul an' body a stiff's a dead man ma boy a young fel er it was too without a stitch on him an' the body looked like it had been beat with a belayin' pin somethin' terrible or an' oar mebbe reckon he wouldn't work or was sick or somethin' an' the ole man
-132-jus' beat him til he died sure couldn't a been nothin' but an oysterpirate JANEY
When Janey was little she lived in an old flatface brick house a couple of doors up the hil from M Street in Georgetown. The front part of the house was always
dark because Mommer kept the heavy lace curtains drawn to and the yel ow linen shades with lace inset bands down. Sunday afternoons Janey and Joe and El en and Francie had to sit in the front room and look at pictures or read books. Janey and Joe read the funnypaper together be-cause they were the oldest and the other two were just babies and not old enough to know what was funny any-way. They couldn't laugh outloud because Popper sat with the rest of The Sunday Star on his lap and usual y went to sleep after dinner with the editorial section crum-pled in one big blueveined hand. Tiny curds of sunlight flickering through the lace insets in the window shade would lie on his bald head and on one big red flange of his nose and on the droop of one mustache and on his speckled sundayvest and on the white starched shirt-sleeves with shiny cuffs, held up above the elbow by a rubber band. Janey and Joe'would sit on the same chair feeling each other's ribs jiggle when they laughed about the Katzenjammer kids setting off a cannoncracker under the captain's stool. The little ones would see them laugh-ing and start laughing too, "Shut up, can't you," Joe would hiss at them out of the corner of his mouth. "You don't know what we're laughing at." Once in a while, if there was no sound from Mommer who was taking her Sunday afternoon nap upstairs stretched out in the back