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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 miss-
ing. 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morning and was consequently withdrawn almost at the last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.

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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 Presi-
dent 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 district 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 ex-
ploitation; they have taken over in Workers, Soldiers and
Peasant's Councils entire public authority

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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 RESPON-
SIBLE 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 nut-
cracker 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

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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 umbrel-
las 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 court-
yards concièrges trying to close the outside doors on cav-
alry charging twelve abreast firecracker faces scared and
mean behind their big moustaches under their Christmas-
tree helmets

ata corner I run into a friend running too Look
out They're shooting to kill and its 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 Some-
body said the revolution had triumphed in Marseilles and
Lille Ça va taper dure We drink grog americain our

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feet are wet at the next table two elderly men are play-
ing chess over a bottle of white wine

later we peep out from under the sliding shutter
that's down over the door into the hard rain on the empty
streets only a smashed umbrella and an old checked cap
side by side in the clean stone gutter and a torn handbill
L'UNION DES TRAVAILLEURS FERA

NEWSREEL XXXVIII

C'est la lutte finale
Groupons-nous et demain
L'internationale
Sera le genre humain

FUSILLADE IN THE DIET

Y.M.C.A. WORKERS ARRESTED FOR STEALING FUNDS

declares wisdom of people alone can guide the nation in
such an enterprise SAYS U.S. MUST HAVE WORLD'S
GREATEST FLEET when I was in Italy a little limping
group of wounded Italian soldiers sought an interview with
me. I could not conjecture what they were going to say to
me, and with the greatest simplicity, with a touching sim-
plicity they presented me with a petition in favor of the League
of Nations. Soldiers Rebel at German Opera

ORDERED TO ALLOW ALL GREEKS TO DIE

CANADIANS RIOT IN BRITISH CAMP

Arise ye pris'ners of starvation
Arise ye wretched of the earth
For justice thunders condemnation

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A qui la Faute si le Beurre est Cher?

GAINS RUN HIGH IN WALL
STREET

MANY NEW RECORDS

NE SOYONS PAS LES DUPES DU TRAVESTI BOLCHEVISTE

the opinion prevails in Washington that while it might
be irksome to the American public to send troops to Asia Minor
people would be more willing to use an army to establish order
south of the Rio Grande. Strikers menace complete tieup of
New York City. Order restored in Lahore. Lille under-
takes on strike

THREAT OF MUTINY BY U. S. TROOPS

CALIFORNIA JURY QUICKLY RENDERS VERDICT AGAINST
SACRAMENTO WORKERS

'Tis the final conflict
Let each stand in his place
The international party
Shall be the human race

BOLSHEVISM READY TO COLLAPSE SAYS
ESCAPED GENERAL

the French Censor will not allow the Herald to say what
the Chinese Delegation has done but that there is serious un-
rest it would be idle to deny. Men who have been deprived
of the opportunity to earn a living, who see their children
crying for food, who face an indefinite shutdown of indus-
tries and a possible cessation of railway traffic with all the
disorganization of national life therein implied, can hardly be
expected to view the situation calmly and with equanimity

BRITISH TRY HARD TO KEEP PROMISE
TO HANG KAISER

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it is declared the Coreans are confident President Wilson
will come in an aeroplane and listen to their views. A white
flag set up on Seoul Hill is presumed to indicate the landing-
place

DAUGHTER

She wasn't sick a bit and was very popular on the cross-
ing that was very gay although the sea was rough and it
was bitter cold. There was a Mr. Barrow who had been
sent on a special mission by the President who paid her a
great deal of attention. He was a very interesting man and
full of information about everything. He'd been a social-
ist and very close to labor. He was so interested when she
told him about her experiences in the textile strike over in
Jersey. In the evenings they'd walk around and around
the deck arm in arm, now and then being almost thrown
off their feet by an especially heavy roll. She had a little
trouble with him trying to make love to her, but managed
to argue him out of it by telling him what she needed
right now was a good friend, that she'd had a very un-
happy love affair and couldn't think of anything like that
any more. He was so kind and sympathetic, and said he
could understand that thoroughly because his relation with
women had been very unsatisfactory all his life. He said
people ought to be free in love and marriage and not tied
by conventions or inhibitions. He said what he believed in
was passionate friendship. She said she did too, but when
he wanted her to come to his room in the hotel the first
night they were in Paris, she gave him a terrible tongue-
lashing. But he was so nice to her on the trip down to
Rome that she began to think that maybe if he asked her
to marry him she might do it.

There was an American officer on the train, Captain
Savage, so good looking and such a funny talker, on his

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way to Rome with important despatches. From the minute
she met Dick, Europe was wonderful. He talked French
and Italian, and said how beautiful the old tumbledown
towns were and screwed up his mouth so funnily when he
told stories about comical things that happened in the
war. He was a little like Webb only so much nicer and
more selfreliant and betterlooking. From the minute she
saw him she forgot all about Joe and as for G. H. Barrow,
she couldn't stand the thought of him. When Captain
Savage looked at her it made her all melt up inside; by
the time they'd gotten to Rome she'd admitted to herself
she was crazy about him. When they went out walking
together the day they all made an excursion to the ruins
of the Emperor Hadrian's villa, and the little town where
the waterfall was, she was glad that he'd been drinking.
She wanted all the time to throw herself in his arms;
there was something about the rainy landscape and the
dark lasciviouseyed people and the old names of the towns
and the garlic and oil in the food and the smiling voices
and the smell of the tiny magenta wildflowers he said were
called cyclamens that made her not care about anything
anymore. She almost fainted when he started to make love
to her. Oh, she wished he would, but No, No, she couldn't
just then, but the next day she'd drink in spite of the pledge
she'd signed with the N.E.R. and shoot the moon. It
wasn't so sordid as she'd expected but it wasn't so wonder-
ful either; she was terribly scared and cold and sick, like
when she'd told him she hadn't ever before. But the next
day he was so gentle and strong, and she suddenly felt
very happy. When he had to go back to Paris and there
was nothing but office work and a lot of dreary old maids
to talk to, it was too miserable.

When she found she was going to have a baby she was
scared, but she didn't really care so much; of course he'd
marry her. Dad and Buster would be sore at first but
they'd be sure to like him. He wrote poetry and was going

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to be a writer when he got out of the army; she was sure
he was going to be famous. He didn't write letters very
often and when she made him come back to Rome he
wasn't nearly as nice about it as she expected; but of
course it must have been a shock to him. They decided
that perhaps it would be better not to have the baby just
then or get married till he got out of the service, though
there didn't seem to be any doubt in his mind about get-
ting married then. She tried several things and went rid-
ing a great deal with Lieutenant Grassi, who had been ed-
ucated at Eton and spoke perfect English and was so
charming to her and said she was the best woman rider
he'd ever known. It was on account of her going out riding
so much with Lieutenant Grassi and getting in so late that
the old cats at the N.E.R. got sore and sent her home to
America.

Going to Paris on the train, Daughter really was scared.
The horseback riding hadn't done any good, and she was
sore all over from a fall she'd had when one of Lieutenant
Grassi's cavalry horses fell with her and broke his leg
when she took him over a stone wall. The horse had to be
shot and the Lieutenant had been horrid about it; these
foreigners always showed a mean streak in the end. She
was worried about people's noticing how she looked be-
cause it was nearly three months now. She and Dick would
have to get married right away, that's all there was to it.
Perhaps it would even be better to tell people they'd been
married in Rome by a fat little old priest.

The minute she saw Dick's face when she was running
down the corridor towards him in his hotel, she knew it
was all over; he didn't love her the least bit. She walked
home to her hotel hardly able to see where she was going
through the slimywet Paris streets. She was surprised
when she got there because she expected she'd lose her
way. She almost hoped she'd lose her way. She went up
to her room and sat down in a chair without taking off her

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dripping wet hat and coat. She must think. This was the
end of everything.

The next morning she went around to the office; they
gave her her transportation back home and told her what
boat she was going on and said she must sail in four days.
After that she went back to the hotel and sat down in a
chair again and tried to think. She couldn't go home to
Dallas like this. A note from Dick came around giving
her the address of a doctor.

Do forgive me, he wrote. You're a wonderful girl and
I'm sure it'll be all right.

She tore the thin blue letter up in little tiny pieces and
dropped it out the window. Then she lay down on the bed
and cried till her eyes burned. Her nausea came on and
she had to go out in the hall to the toilet. When she lay
down again she went to sleep for a while and woke up
feeling hungry.

The day had cleared; sunlight was streaming into the
room. She walked downstairs to the desk and called up
G. H. Barrow in his office. He seemed delighted and said
if she'd wait for him a half an hour, he'd come and fetch
her out to lunch in the Bois; they'd forget everything ex-
cept that it was spring and that they were beautiful pagans
at heart. Daughter made a sour face, but said pleasantly
enough over the phone that she'd wait for him.

When he came he wore a sporty grey flannel suit and
a grey fedora hat. She felt very drab beside him in the
darkgray uniform she hated so. "Why, my dearest little
girl . . . you've saved my life," he said. "Su-su-spring
makes me think of suicide unless I'm in lu-lu-love . . . I
was feeling . . . er . . . er . . . elderly and not in love.
We must change all that.""I was feeling like that too."
"What's the matter?""Well, maybe I'll tell you and
maybe I won't." She almost liked his long nose and his
long jaw today. "Anyway, I'm too starved to talk.""I'll
do all the talking . . ." he said laughing. "Alwawaways

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do anywawaway . . . and I'll set you up to the bububest
meal you ever ate."

He talked boisterously all the way out in the cab about
the Peace Conference and the terrible fight the President
had had to keep his principles intact. "Hemmed in by
every sinister intrigue, by all the poisonous ghosts of se-
cret treaties, with two of the cleverest and most unscrupu-
lous manipulators out of oldworld statecraft as his
opponents . . . He fought on . . . we are all of us fight-
ing on . . . It's the greatest crusade in history; if we win,
the world will be a better place to live in, if we lose, it
will be given up to Bolshevism and despair . . . you can
imagine, Anne Elizabeth, how charming it was to have
your pretty little voice suddenly tickle my ear over the
telephone and call me away if only for a brief space from
all this worry and responsibility . . . why, there's even a
rumor that an attempt has been made to poison the Presi-
dent at the hôtel Mûrat . . . it's the President alone
with a few backers and wellwishers and devoted adher-
ents who is standing out for decency, fairplay and good
sense, never forget that for an instant. . . ." He talked on
and on as if he was rehearsing a speech. Daughter heard
him faintly like through a faulty telephone connection.
The day too, the little pagodas of bloom on the horsechest-
nuts, the crowds, the overdressed children, the flags against
the blue sky, the streets of handsome. houses behind trees
with their carved stonework and their iron balconies and
their polished windows shining in the May sunshine;
Paris was all little and bright and far away like a picture
seen through the wrong end of a field glass. When the
luncheon came on at the big glittery outdoor restaurant
it was the same thing, she couldn't taste what she was
eating.

He made her drink quite a lot of wine and after a
while she heard herself talking to him. She'd never talked
like this to a man before. He seemed so understanding

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and kind. She found herself talking to him about Dad and
how hard it had been giving up Joe Washburn, and how
going over on the boat her life had suddenly seemed all
new . . . "Somethin' funny's happened to me, I declare
. . . I always used to get along with everybody fine and
now I can't seem to. In the N.E.R. office in Rome I
couldn't get along with any of those old cats, and I got
to be good friends with an Italian boy, used to take me
horseback riding an' I couldn't get along with him, and
you know Captain Savage on the train to Italy who let us
ride in his compartment, we went out to Tivoli with him,"
her ears began to roar when she spoke of Dick. She was
going to tell Mr. Barrow everything. "We got along so
well we got engaged and now I've quarreled with him."

She saw Mr. Barrow's long knobbly face leaning to-
wards her across the table. The gap was very wide between
his front teeth when he smiled. "Do you think, Annie
girl, you could get along with me a little?" He put his
skinny puffyveined hand towards her across the table. She
laughed and threw her head to one side, "We seem to be
gettin' along all right right now."

"It would make me very happy if you could . . . you
make me very happy anyway, just to look at you . . .
I'm happier at this moment than I've been for years, ex-
cept perhaps for the mumumoment when the Covenant
for the League of Nations was signed."

She laughed again, "Well, I don't feel like any Peace
Treaty, the fact is I'm in terrible trouble." She found her-
self watching his face carefully; the upper lip thinned, he
wasn't smiling any more.

"Why, what's the mamamatter . . . if there was any
wawaway I could . . . er . . . be of any assistance . . .
I'd be the happiest fellow in the world."

"Oh, no . . . I hate losing my job though and having
to go home in disgrace . . . that's about the size of it . . .
it's all my fault for running around like a little nitwit."

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She was going to break down and cry, but suddenly the
nausea came on again and she had to hurry to the ladies'
room of the restaurant. She got there just in time to
throw up. The shapeless leatherfaced woman there was
very kind and sympathetic; it scared Daughter how she
immediately seemed to know what was the matter. She
didn't know much French but she could see that the
woman was asking if it was Madame's first child, how
many months, congratulating her. Suddenly she decided
she'd kill herself. When she got back Barrow had paid
the bill and was walking back and forth on the gravel path
in front of the tables.

"You poor little girl," he said. "What can be the matter?
You suddenly turned deathly pale."

"It's nothing . . . I think I'll go home and lie down
. . . I don't think all that spaghetti and garlic agreed
with me in Italy . . . maybe it's that wine."

"But perhaps I could do something about finding you a
job in Paris. Are you a typist or stenographer?"

"Might make a stab at it," said Daughter bitterly. She
hated Mr. Barrow. All the way back in the taxi she couldn't
get to say anything. Mr. Barrow talked and talked. When
she got back to the hotel she lay down on the bed and
gave herself up to thinking about Dick.

She decided she'd go home. She stayed in her room and
although Mr. Barrow kept calling up asking her out and
making suggestions about possible jobs she wouldn't see
him. She said she was having a bilious attack and would
stay in bed. The night before she was to sail he asked her
to dine with him and some friends and before she knew it
she said she'd go along. He called for her at six and took
her for cocktails at the Ritz Bar. She'd gone out and
bought herself an evening dress at the Galleries Lafayette
and was feeling fine, she was telling herself as she sat
drinking the champagne cocktail, that if Dick should come
in now she wouldn't bat an eyelash. Mr. Barrow was talk-

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ing about the Fiume situation and the difficulties the Pres-
ident was having with Congress and how he feared that
the whole great work of the League of Nations was in
danger, when Dick came in looking very handsome in his
uniform with a pale older woman in grey and a tall stout-
ish lighthaired man, whom Mr. Barrow pointed out as
J. Ward Moorehouse. Dick must have seen her but he
wouldn't look at her. She didn't care anymore about any-
thing. They drank down their cocktails and went out. On
the way up to Montmartre she let Mr. Barrow give her a
long kiss on the mouth that put him in fine spirits. She
didn't care; she had decided she'd kill herself.

Waiting for them at the table at the Hermitage Mr.
Barrow had reserved, was a newspaper correspondent
named Burnham and a Miss Hutchins who was a Red
Cross worker. They were very much excited about a man
named Stevens who had been arrested by the Army of Oc-
cupation, they thought accused of Bolshevik propaganda;
he'd been courtmartialed and they were afraid he was
going to be shot. Miss Hutchins was very upset and said
Mr. Barrow ought to go to the President about it as soon
as Mr. Wilson got back to Paris. In the meantime they
had to get the execution stayed. She said Don Stevens was
a newspaper man and although a radical not connected
with any kind of propaganda and anyway it was horrible
to shoot a man for wanting a better world. Mr. Barrow
was very embarrassed and stuttered and hemmed and
hawed and said that Stevens was a very silly young man
who talked too much about things he didn't understand,
but that he supposed he'd have to do the best he could to
try to get him out but that after all, he hadn't shown the
proper spirit. . . . That made Miss Hutchins very angry,
"But they're going to shoot him . . . suppose it had hap-
pened to you . . ." she kept saying. "Can't you under-
stand that we've got to save his life?"

Daughter couldn't seem to think of anything to say as

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she didn't know what they were talking about; she sat
there in the restaurant looking at the waiters and the lights
and the people at the tables. Opposite there was a party
of attractive looking young French officers. One of them,
a tall man with a hawk nose, was looking at her. Their
eyes met and she couldn't help grinning. Those boys looked
as if they were having a fine time. A party of Americans
dressed up like plush horses crossed the floor between her
and the Frenchmen. It was Dick and the pale woman and
J. Ward Moorehouse and a big middleaged woman in a
great many deep pink ruffles and emeralds. They sat down
at the table next to Daughter's table where there had been
.a sign saying Reservée all evening. Everybody was intro-
duced and she and Dick shook hands very formally, as
if they were the merest acquaintances. Miss Stoddard,
whom she'd been so friendly with in Rome, gave her a
quick inquisitive cold stare that made her feel terrible.

Miss Hutchins immediately went over and began talk-
ing about Don Stevens and trying to get Mr. Moorehouse
to call up Colonel House right away and get him to take
some action in his case. Mr. Moorehouse acted very quiet
and calm and said he was sure she need have no anxiety,
he was probably only being held for investigation and in
any case he didn't think the courtmartial in the Army of
Occupation would take extreme measures against a civilian
and an American citizen. Miss Hutchins said all she
wanted was a stay because his father was a friend of La
Follette's and would be able to get together considerable
influence in Washington. Mr. Moorehouse smiled when
he heard that. "If his life depended on the influence of
Senator La Follette, I think you would have cause to be
alarmed, Eveline, but I think I can assure you that it
doesn't." Miss Hutchins looked very cross when she heard
that and settled back to glumly eating her supper. Any-
way the party was spoiled. Daughter couldn't imagine what,
it was that had made everybody so stiff and constrained;