Went to the Animals’ Fair
J'ai fait trois fois le tour du monde
Dans mes voyages. . . .
he started in his growling baritone.
There was a hand on Jimmy's arm. He turned. "Why Ellie what's the matter?"
"I'm with a crazy man you've got to help me get away."
"Took this is Congo Jake. . . . You ought to know him Ellie, he's a fine man. . . . This is une tres grande artiste, Congo."
"Wont the lady have a leetle anizette?"
"Have a little drink with us. . . . It's awfully cozy in here now that everybody's gone."
"No thanks I'm going home."
"But it's just the neck of the evening."
"Well you'll have to take the consequences of my crazy man. . . . Look Herf, have you seen Stan today?"
"No I haven't."
"He didn't turn up when I expected him."
"I wish you'd keep him from drinking so much, Ellie. I'm getting worried about him."
"I'm not his keeper."
"I know, but you know what I mean."
"What does our friend here think about all this wartalk?"
"I wont go. . . . A workingman has no country. I'm going to be American citizen. . . . I was in the marine once but. . . ." He slapped his jerking bent forearm with one hand, and a deep laugh rattled in his throat. . . . "Twentee tree. Moi je suis anarchiste vous comprennez monsieur."
"But then you cant be an American citizen."
Congo shrugged his shoulders.
"Oh I love him, he's wonderful," whispered Ellen in Jimmy's ear.
"You know why they have this here war. . . . So that workingmen all over wont make big revolution. . . . Too busy fighting. So Guillaume and Viviani and l'Empereur d'Autriche and Krupp and Rothschild and Morgan they say let's have a war. . . . You know the first thing they do?