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But the gang was not all there, and they knew it Soonne, or at Chateau-Thierry, and for them peace had come too

late But the Americans, like the rest of the world, had put the past

behind thelorious present, and Paris on a

sunny Monday And after that would be ho's all here,

What the hell do we care?

What the hell do we care?

Hail, hail, the gang's all here,

What the hell do we care now?"

Gradually the noise became uproarious There were no bands in Paris, and

any school-boy with a tin horn or a toy drum could start a procession

Bearded little poilus, ar

down the center of the streets, capturing and kissing prettyed and dirty from the battle-fields, kiss on both cheeks a portly

British Admiral of the fleet, and was herself kissed by a French sailor,

with extree of vin ordinaire She went on

s all this! He had worked so hard He had a right

to this wonderful hour, at least If he had gone to the front, to see

Graham--but then it must be rather wonderful at the front, too She