Gradually he got warmer. Tomorrow. Seventhirty: shave, buckle puttees… café au lait, brioches, beurre. He’d be hungry, hadn’t had any supper… deux oeux sur le plat. Bonjour m’ssieurs mesdames. Jingling spurs to the office, Sergeant Ames at ease. Day dragged out in khaki; twilight tea at Eleanor’s, make her talk to Moorehouse to clinch job after the signing of the peace, tell her about the late General Ellsworth, they’ll laugh about it together. Dragged out khaki days until after the signing of the peace. Dun, drab, khaki. Poor Dick got to go to work after signing of the peace. Poor Tom’s cold. Poor Dickyboy… Richard… He brought his feet up to where he could rub them. Poor Richard’s feet. After the Signing of the Peace.
By the time his feet were warm he’d fallen asleep.
Newsreel XXXVII
SOVIET GUARDS DISPLACED
the American commander-in-chief paid tribute to the dead and wounded, urged the soldiers to thank God for the victory and declared that a new version of duty to God and Country had come to all. When the numbers were hoisted it was found that that of M. A. Aumont’s Zimzizimi was missing. The colt had been seized with a fit of coughing in the morning and was consequently withdrawn almost at the last moment
REPUBLICANS GETTING READY FOR THE
HECKLING OF WILSON
MOVE TO INDICT EXKAISER IN CHICAGO
Johnny get your gun
get your gun
get your gun
We’ve got em on the run
we face a great change in the social structure of this great country, declared Mr. Schwab, the man who becomes the aristocrat of the future will become so not because of birth or wealth but because he has done something for the good of the country
RUTHLESS WAR TO CRUSH REDS
on the run
on the run
at the same time several columns of soldiers and sailors appeared in front of the chancellor’s palace. The situation in Germany is developing into a neck and neck race between American food and Bolshevism. Find Lloyd George Taking Both Sides in Peace Disputes.
Oh that tattooed French Ladee
Tattooed from neck to knee
She was a sight to see
MACKAY OF POSTAL CALLS BURLESON BOLSHEVIK
popular demonstrations will mark the visits of the President and of the rulers of Great Britain and Belgium who will be entertained at a series of fêtes. The irony of the situation lies in the fact that the freedom of speech and the press for which the social democrats clamored is now proving the chief source of menace to the new government
Right across her jaw
Was the Royal Flying Corps
On her back was the Union Jack
Now could you ask for more?
the war department today decided to give out a guarded bulletin concerning a near mutiny of some of the American troops in the Archangel sector and their refusal to go to the front when ordered in spite of police orders comparative quiet prevailed, but as the procession moved along the various avenues, Malakoff, Henri Martin, Victor Hugo, and the Trocadèro and through the districts in the aristocratic quarter of Paris in which Jaurès lived there was a feeling of walking over mined roads where the merest incident might bring about an explosion
REINFORCEMENTS RUSHED TO REMOVE
CAUSE OF ANXIETY
All up and down her spine
Was the Kings Own Guard in line
And all around her hips
Steamed a fleet of battleships
the workers of Bavaria have overcome their party divisions and united in a mighty bloc against all domination and exploitation; they have taken over in Workers, Soldiers and Peasant’s Councils entire public authority
Right above her kidney
Was a birdseye view of Sydney
But what I loved best was across her chest
My home in Tennessee
FORMER EASTSIDERS LARGELY RESPONSIBLE
FOR BOLSHEVISM, SAYS DR. SIMONS
ORDERS HOUSING OF LABOR IN PALACES
UKRAINIANS FIRE ON ALLIED MISSION
it looks at present as if Landru would be held responsible for the deaths of all the women who have disappeared in France, not only for the past ten years but for many decades previously
The Camera Eye (40)
I walked all over town general strike no busses no taxicabs the gates of the Metro closed Place de Iéna I saw red flags Anatole France in a white beard placards MUTILES DE LA GUERRE and the nutcracker faces of the agents de sûreté
Mort aux vaches
at the place de la Concorde the Republican Guards in christmastree helmets were riding among the crowd whacking the Parisians with the flat of their swords scraps of the International worriedlooking soldiers in their helmets lounging with grounded arms all along the Grands Boulevards
Vive les poilus
at the Republique à bas la guerre MORT AUX VACHES à bas la Paix des Assassins they’ve torn up the gratings from around the trees and are throwing stones and bits of cast iron at the fancydressed republican guards hissing whistling poking at the horses with umbrellas scraps of the International
at the Gare de l’Est they’re singing the International entire the gendarmerie nationale is making its way slowly down Magenta into stones whistles bits of iron the International Mort Aux Vaches Barricades we must build barricades young kids are trying to break down the shutters of an arms shop revolver shots an old woman in a window was hit (Whose blood is that on the cobbles?) we’re all running down a side street dodging into courtyards concièrges trying to close the outside doors on cavalry charging twelve abreast firecracker faces scared and mean behind their big moustaches under their Christmastree helmets
at a corner I run into a friend running too Look out They’re shooting to kill and it’s begun to rain hard so we dive in together just before a shutter slams down on the door of the little café dark and quiet inside a few working men past middle age are grumblingly drinking at the bar Ah les salops There are no papers Somebody said the revolution had triumphed in Marseilles and Lille Ca va taper dure We drink grog americain our feet are wet at the next table two elderly men are playing chess over a bottle of white wine