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...could be repaired in a few days. What could not be repaired in 72 hours, they shipped back to great base shops in Belgium and France-the chief of all in Paris. What was smashed completely they cannibalized, stripping it for its spare parts, leaving only piles of twisted junk for salvage as scrap...
...Salome, the hootchy-kootchy; a scene in which she reforms the quondam Confederate, turned local bandit, by her snarling contralto rendition of Der Tannenbaum (Maryland! My Maryland!); San Francisco in its heyday, which includes 1) an infatuated Russian multimillionaire (Walter Slezak), 2) the attempted pirating of a Chinese junk, 3) its sagacious proprietor, who speaks Oriental proverbs in Edinburr dialect, 4) a duel with rapiers on a blood-red floor, 5) a hair-raising stagecoach chase, 6) a happy ending. This does not, perhaps, give a very clear idea of the story, but that is no great loss...
Andrew Green was one of Santayana's students. He went into business in Chicago to make money quickly, made it, retired, went to China, hired a junk and sailed leisurely up & down the great rivers. Eventually he settled in the British West Indies as a fruit grower, and married a slight, wise, well-read Negro girl...
Deep inside the Reich with Patton's rampaging divisions, Sidney Olson found "the little valley roads covered with the junk of war-the crunched helmets and the equipment thrown away in panicky retreat, the charred hulks of tanks, guns, trucks, automobiles. The little hill towns are only slightly damaged by bombing as they were never strategic targets, and it seems odd to see housewives washing their windows. . . . I am too tired now to carry this on, but I intend to keep cracking at this German atmosphere until I am satisfied that I get across some of its unreality...
...other side, as the mist lifts, you pass through the familiar phenomena of big captured towns in Germany: mile after mile of smashed industrial sections, of ruined homes, of buildings broken, and broken over & over again into brick dust. Then suddenly you are past the last stretch of rusted junk that used to be a railroad yard, and you begin winding over the superb wide roads that sweep into the German uplands beyond the Rhine...