bankruptcies, warloans,
starvation, lice, cholera and typhus:
good growing weather for the House of Morgan.)
Newsreel XXXV
the Grand Prix de la Victoire, run yesterday for fiftysecond time was an event that will long remain in the memories of those present, for never in the history of the classic race has Longchamps presented such a glorious scene
Keep the home fires burning
Till the boys come home
LEVIATHAN UNABLE TO PUT TO SEA
BOLSHEVIKS ABOLISH POSTAGE STAMPS
ARTIST TAKES GAS IN NEW HAVEN
FIND BLOOD ON $1 BILL
While our hearts are yearning
POTASH CAUSE OF BREAK IN PARLEY
MAJOR DIES OF POISONING
TOOK ROACH SALTS BY MISTAKE
riot and robbery developed into the most awful pogrom ever heard of. Within two or three days the Lemberg ghetto was turned into heaps of smoking debris. Eyewitnesses estimate that the Polish soldiers killed more than a thousand jewish men and women and children
LENINE SHOT BY TROTSKY
IN DRUNKEN BRAWL
you know where I stand on beer, said Brisbane in seeking assistance
Though the boys are far away
They long for home
There’s a silver lining
Through the dark clouds shining
PRESIDENT EVOKES CRY OF THE DEAD
LETTER CLEW TO BOMB OUTRAGE
Emile Deen in the preceding three installments of his interview described the situation between the Royal Dutch and the Standard Oil Company, as being the beginning of a struggle for the control of the markets of the world which was only halted by the war. “The basic factors,” he said, “are envy, discontent, and suspicion.” The extraordinary industrial growth of our nation since the Civil War, the opening up of new territory, the development of resources, the rapid increase in population, all these things have resulted in the creation of many big and sudden fortunes. Is there a mother, father, sweetheart, relative or friend of any one of the two million boys fighting abroad who does not thank God that Wall Street contributed H. P. Davidson to the Red Cross?
BOND THIEF MURDERED
Turn the bright side inside out
Till the boys come home
The Camera Eye (39)
daylight enlarges out of ruddy quiet very faintly throbbing wanes into my sweet darkness broadens red through the warm blood weighting the lids warmsweetly then snaps on
enormously blue yellow pink
today is Paris pink sunlight hazy on the clouds against patches of robinsegg a tiny siren hoots shrilly traffic drowsily rumbles clatters over the cobbles taxis squawk the yellow’s the comforter through the open window the Louvre emphasizes its sedate architecture of greypink stone between the Seine and the sky
and the certainty of Paris
the towboat shiny green and red chugs against the current towing three black and mahoganyvarnished barges their deckhouse windows have green shutters and lace curtains and pots of geraniums in flower to get under the bridge a fat man in blue had to let the little black stack drop flat to the deck
Paris comes into the room in the servantgirl’s eyes the warm bulge of her breasts under the grey smock the smell of chickory in coffee scalded milk and the shine that crunches on the crescent rolls stuck with little dabs of very sweet unsalted butter
in the yellow paperback of the book that halfhides the agreeable countenance of my friend
Paris of 1919
paris-mutuel
roulettewheel that spins round the Tour Eiffel red square white square a million dollars a billion marks a trillion roubles baisse du franc or a mandate for Montmartre
Cirque Médrano the steeplechase gravity of cellos tuning up on the stage at the Salle Gaveau oboes and a triangle la musique’s’en fout de moi says the old marchioness jingling with diamonds as she walks out on Stravinski but the red colt took the jumps backwards and we lost all our money
la peinture opposite the Madeleine Cezanne Picassso Modigliani
Nouvelle Athènes
la poesie of manifestos always freshtinted on the kiosks and slogans scrawled in chalk on the urinals L’UNION DES TRAVAILLEURS FERA LA PAIX DU MONDE
revolution round the spinning Eiffel Tower
that burns up our last year’s diagrams the dates fly off the calendar we’ll make everything new today is the Year I Today is the sunny morning of the first day of spring We gulp our coffee splash water on us jump into our clothes run downstairs set out wideawake into the first morning of the first day of the first year
Newsreel XXXVI
TO THE GLORY OF FRANCE ETERNAL
Oh a German officer crossed the Rhine
Parleyvoo
Germans Beaten at Riga Grateful Parisians Cheer Marshals of France
Oh a German officer crossed the Rhine
He liked the women and loved the wine
Hankypanky parleyvoo
PITEOUS PLAINT OF WIFE TELLS OF
RIVAL’S WILES
Wilson’s Arrival in Washington Starts Trouble. Paris strikers hear harangues at picnic. Café wrecked and bombs thrown in Fiume streets. Parisians pay more for meat. Il Serait Dangereux d’Augmenter les Vivres. Bethmann Holweg’s Blood Boils. Mysterious Forces Halt Antibolshevist March.
HUN’S HAND SEEN IN PLOTS
Oh Mademoiselle from Armentiéres
Parleyvoo
Oh Mademoiselle from Armentiéres
Parleyvoo
Hasn’t been — for forty years
Hankypanky parleyvoo
wrecks mark final day at La Baule; syndicated wage earners seize opportunity to threaten employers unprepared for change. LAYS WREATH ON TOMB OF LAFAYETTE. Richest Negress is Dead. Yale Dormitories stormed by Angry Mob of Soldiers. Goldmine in Kinks.
TIGHTENS SCREW ON BERLIN
Oh he took her upstairs and into bed
And there he cracked her maidenhead
Hanypanky parleyvoo
NO DROP IN PRICES TO FOLLOW PEACE SAY
BUSINESS MEN
KILLS SELF AT DESK IN OFFICE
MODERN BLUEBEARD NOW VICTIM OF MELANCHOLIA
He is none other than General Minus of the old Russian Imperial General Staff, who, during the Kerensky régime, was commander of troops in the region of Minsk. Paris policemen threaten to join strike movement, allow it to send into France barrels bearing the mystic word Mistelles. One speculator is said to have netted nearly five million francs within a week
On the first three months and all went well
But the second three months she began to swell
Hankeypanky parleyvoo
large financial resources, improved appliances and abundant raw materials of America should assist French genius in restoring and increasing industrial power of France, joining hands in the charming scenery, wonderful roads, excellent hotels, and good cookery makes site of Lyons fair crossed by the 45th parallel. Favored by great mineral resources its future looms incalculably splendid. Any man who attempts to take over control of municipal functions here will be shot on sight, Major Ole Hanson remarked. He is a little man himself but has big ideas, a big brain, and big hopes. Upon first meeting him one is struck by his resemblance to Mark Twain