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He turned to Henslowe, who smiled knowingly. "There's a mission in Russia at this minute making peace with Lenin." "A goddam outrage!" cried Heineman, knocking a bottle off the table. The lanky man picked up the pieces patiently, without comment. "The new era is opening, men, I swear it is..." began Aubrey. "The old order is dissolving.
Andrews could hear a convulsed little voice saying: "O qu'il est rigolo...." Heineman took off the canteen and handed it back to the French soldier. "Merci, Camarade," he said solemnly. "Eh bien, Jeanne, c'est temps de ficher le camp," said the French soldier to the girl. They got up. He shook hands with the Americans.
"Bet she's a snake charmer," said Henslowe. "O, wild woman loved that child He would drive ten women wild! O, Sinbad was in bad all around!" Heineman waved his arms, pointed again to Henslowe, and sank into his chair saying in the tones of a Shakespearean actor: "C'est lui Sinbad." The girl hid her face on the tablecloth, shaken with laughter.
"Did you say the Peace Conference took dope?" shouted Heineman, whose puffing could be heard as he climbed the dark stairs ahead of them. "Shut up, Heinz." They stumbled over a raised doorstep into a large garret room with a tile floor, where a tall lean man in a monastic-looking dressing gown of some brown material received them.
The street was still full of groups that had just come out, American officers and Y.M.C.A, women with a sprinkling of the inhabitants of the region. "Now look, we're late," groaned Heineman in a tearful voice. "Never mind, Heinz," said Henslowe, "le Guy'll take us to see de Clocheville like he did last time, n'est pas, le Guy?"
Heineman laughed uproariously and started ex- plaining it in nasal French to M. le Guy. Andrews flushed with annoyance for a moment, but soon started laughing. Heineman had started singing again. "O, Sinbad was in bad in Tokio and Rome, In bad in Trinidad And twice as bad at home, O, Sinbad was in bad all around!" Everybody clapped.
It is only youth that dares think.... Afterwards one has only one thing to think about: old age." "There's always work," said Andrews. "Slavery. Any work is slavery. What is the use of freeing your intellect if you sell yourself again to the first bidder?" "Rot!" said Heineman, pouring out from a new bottle.
They laughed till the tears ran down their cheeks. Heineman took off his glasses and wiped them. He turned to Andrews. "Oh, Paris is the best yet. First absurdity: the Peace Conference and its nine hundred and ninety-nine branches. Second absurdity: spies. Third: American officers A.W.O.L. Fourth: The seven sisters sworn to slay."
"So now I call the Red Cross the Cadets!" cried Heineman, his voice a thin shriek from laughter. Andrews was drinking his coffee in little sips, looking out of the window at the people that passed. An old woman with a stand of flowers sat on a small cane chair at the corner.
So I have nothing to do for three months and five hundred francs travelling expenses. Oh, children, my only prayer is 'give us this day our red worker's permit' and the Red Cross does the rest." Heineman laughed till the glasses rang on the table. He took off his glasses and wiped them with a rueful air.
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