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6 TRAPPED ON UPPER FLOOR

How are you goin' to keep 'em down on the farm
After they've seen Paree

If Wall street needed the treaty, which means if the
business interests of the country properly desired to know to
what extent we are being committed in affairs which do not
concern us, why should it take the trouble to corrupt the
tagrag and bobtail which forms Mr. Wilson's following in
Paris?

ALLIES URGE MAGYAR PEOPLE TO UPSET
BELA KUN REGIME

11 WOMEN MISSING IN BLUEBEARD MYSTERY

Enfin La France Achète les stocks Américains

How are you goin' to keep 'em away from Broadway
Jazzin' around
Paintin' the town

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the boulevards during the afternoon presented an un-
wonted aspect. The café terraces in most cases were deserted
and had been cleared of their tables and chairs. At some of
the cafés customers were admitted one by one and served by
faithful waiters, who, however, had discarded their aprons

YEOMANETTE SHRIEKS FOR FORMER
SUITOR AS SHE SEEKS DEATH
IN DRIVE APARTMENT

DESIRES OF HEDJAZ STIR PARIS CRITICS

in order not prematurely to show their colors a pretense
is made of disbanding a few formations; in reality however,
these troops are being transferred lock stock and barrel to
Kolchak

I.W.W. IN PLOT TO KILL WILSON

Find 10,000 Bags of Decayed Onions

FALL ON STAIRS KILLS WEALTHY CITIZEN

the mistiness of the weather hid the gunboat from sight
soon after it left the dock, but the President continued to wave
his hat and smile as the boat headed towards the George
Washington

OVERTHROW OF SOVIET RULE SURE

THE HOUSE OF MORGAN

I commit my soul into the hands of my savior,
wrote John Pierpont Morgan in his will, in full con-
fidence that having redeemed it and washed it in His
most precious blood, He will present it faultless before
my heavenly father, and I intreat my children to main-
tain and defend at all hazard and at any cost of personal
sacrifice the blessed doctrine of complete atonement for

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sin through the blood of Jesus Christ once offered and
through that alone,

and into the hands of the House of Morgan repre-

sented by his son,

he committed,

when he died in Rome in 1913,

the control of the Morgan interests in New York,
Paris and London, four national banks, three trust com-
panies, three life insurance companies, ten railroad sys-
tems, three street railway companies, an express com-
pany, the International Mercantile Marine,

power,

on the cantilever principle, through interlocking
directorates

over eighteen other railroads, U.S. Steel, General
Electric, American Tel and Tel, five major industries;

the interwoven cables of the Morgan Stillman
Baker combination held credit up like a suspension
bridge, thirteen percent of the banking resources of the
world.

The first Morgan to make a pool was Joseph
Morgan, a hotelkeeper in Hartford Connecticut who
organized stagecoach lines and bought up Ætna Life
Insurance stock in a time of panic caused by one of the
big New York fires in the 1830's;

his son Junius followed in his footsteps, first in
the drygoods business, and then as partner to George
Peabody, a Massachusetts banker who built up an enor-
mous underwriting and mercantile business in London
and became a friend of Queen Victoria;

Junius married the daughter of John Pierpont, a
Boston preacher, poet, eccentric, and abolitionist; and
their eldest son,

John Pierpont Morgan

arrived in New York to make his fortune

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after being trained in England, going to school at
Vevey, proving himself a crack mathematician at the
University of Göttingen,

a lanky morose young man of twenty,

just in time for the panic of '57.

(war and panics on the stock exchange, bank-
ruptcies, warloans, good growing weather for the House
of Morgan.)

When the guns started booming at Fort Sumter,
young Morgan turned some money over reselling con-
demned muskets to the U.S. army and began to make
himself felt in the gold room in downtown New York;
there was more in trading in gold than in trading in
muskets; so much for the Civil War.

During the Franco-Prussian war Junius Morgan
floated a huge bond issue for the French government
at Tours.

At the same time young Morgan was fighting Jay
Cooke and the German-Jew bankers in Frankfort over
the funding of the American war debt (he never did
like the Germans or the Jews).

The panic of '75 ruined Jay Cooke and made J.
Pierpont Morgan the boss croupier of Wall Street; he
united with the Philadelphia Drexels and built the
Drexel building where for thirty years he sat in his
glassedin office, redfaced and insolent, writing at his
desk, smoking great black cigars, or, if important issues
were involved, playing solitaire in his inner office; he
was famous for his few words, Yes or No, and for his
way of suddenly blowing up in a visitor's face and for
that special gesture of the arm that meant, What do I
get out of it?

In '77 Junius Morgan retired; J. Pierpont got
himself made a member of the board of directors of the
New York Central railroad and launched the first

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Corsair. He liked yachting and to have pretty actresses
call him Commodore.

He founded the Lying-in Hospital on Stuyvesant
Square, and was fond of going into St. George's church
and singing a hymn all alone in the afternoon quiet.

In the panic of '93

at no inconsiderable profit to himself

Morgan saved the U.S. Treasury; gold was drain-
ing out, the country was ruined, the farmers were howl-
ing for a silver standard, Grover Cleveland and his
cabinet were walking up and down in the blue room at
the White House without being able to come to a
decision, in Congress they were making speeches while
the gold reserves melted in the Subtreasuries; poor
people were starving; Coxey's army was marching to
Washington; for a long time Grover Cleveland couldn't
bring himself to call in the representative of the Wall
Street moneymasters; Morgan sat in his suite at the
Arlington smoking cigars and quietly playing solitaire
until at last the president sent for him;

he had a plan all ready for stopping the gold
hemorrhage.

After that what Morgan said went; when Carnegie
sold out he built the Steel Trust.

J. Pierpont Morgan was a bullnecked irascible
man with small black magpie's eyes and a growth on his
nose; he let his partners work themselves to death over
the detailed routine of banking, and sat in his back
office smoking black cigars; when there was something
to be decided he said Yes or No or just turned his back
and went back to his solitaire.

Every Christmas his librarian read him Dickens'
A Christmas Carol from the original manuscript.

He was fond of canarybirds and pekinese dogs

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and liked to take pretty actresses yachting. Each
Corsair was a finer vessel than the last.

When he dined with King Edward he sat at His
Majesty's right; he ate with the Kaiser tête-à-tête; he
liked talking to cardinals or the pope, and never missed
a conference of Episcopal bishops;

Rome was his favorite city.

He liked choice cookery and old wines and pretty
women and yachting, and going over his collections, now
and then picking up a jewelled snuffbox and staring at
it with his magpie's eyes.

He made a collection of the autographs of the
rulers of France, owned glass cases full of Babylonian
tablets, seals, signets, statuettes, busts,

Gallo-Roman bronzes,

Merovingian jewels, miniatures, watches, tapes-
tries, porcelains, cuneiform inscriptions, paintings by all
the old masters, Dutch, Italian, Flemish, Spanish,

manuscripts of the gospels and the Apocalypse,

a collection of the works of Jean-Jacques Rousseau,

and the letters of Pliny the Younger.

His collectors bought anything that was expensive
or rare or had the glint of empire on it, and he had it
brought to him and stared hard at it with his magpie's
eyes. Then it was put in a glass case.

The last year of his life he went up the Nile on a
dahabiyeh and spent a long time staring at the great
columns of the Temple of Karnak.

The panic of 1907 and the death of Harriman, his
great opponent in railroad financing, in 1909, had left
him the undisputed ruler of Wall Street, most power-
ful private citizen in the world;

an old man tired of the purple, suffering from
gout, he had deigned to go to Washington to answer the
questions of the Pujo Committee during the Money

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Trust Investigation: Yes, I did what seemed to me to
be for the best interests of the country.

So admirably was his empire built that his death
in 1913 hardly caused a ripple in the exchanges of the
world: the purple descended to his son, J. P. Morgan,

who had been trained at Groton and Harvard and
by associating with the British ruling class
to be a more constitutional monarch: J. P. Morgan
suggests. . .

By 1917 the Allies had borrowed one billion, nine-
hundred million dollars through the House of Mor-
gan: we went overseas for democracy and the flag;

and by the end of the Peace Conference the phrase
J. P. Morgan suggests had compulsion over a power of
seventyfour billion dollars.

J. P. Morgan is a silent man, not given to public
utterances, but during the great steel strike, he wrote
Gary: Heartfelt congratulations on your stand for the
open shop, with which I am, as you know, absolutely in
accord. I believe American principles of liberty are
deeply involved, and must win if we stand firm.

(Wars and panics on the stock exchange,

machinegunfire and arson,

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 fifty-
second time was an event that will long remain in the mem-
ories of those present, for never in the history of the classic
race has Longchamps presented such a glorious scene

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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 esti-
mate that the Polish soldiers killed more than a thousand jew-
ish men and women and children

LENINE SHOT BY TROTSKY IN DRUNKEN
BRAWL

you know where I stand on beer, said Brisbane in seek-
ing 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,

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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

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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 Mont-
martre

Cirque-Médrano the steeplechase gravity of cellos
tuning up on the stage at the Salle Gaveau oboes and a tri-
angle la musique s'n 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 Picasso
Modigliani

Nouvelle Athènes

Ja Doesie of manifestos always freshtinted on the kiosks

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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 step 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 Mar-
shals 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 Hol-
weg's Blood Boils. Mysterious Forces Halt Antibolshevist
March.

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