Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 224, Indianapolis, Marion County, 27 January 1934 — Page 5

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TOP—French troops fighting in the open at the Marne. The shalloic trenches offered scant protection and icere hastily dug to halt the German march. As this scene was taken early in the war, before shells had ruined the countryside, the rolling landscape is relatively peaceful. CENTER (left to right)—The Berlin of an easily war prosperity, soberly reads over the casualty list •/ those who fell in action for the fatherland.

THIS IS THE FIFTH PAGE OF AUTHENTIC WORLD WAR PICTURES BEING REPUBLISHED IN THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES DAILY. THEY ARE FROM LAURENCE STALLINGS’ FAMOUS COLLECTION, “THE FIRST WORLD WAR.”

SCORES OR OTHER PICTURES OF. THE WORLD WAR AND ITS CONSEQUENCES WILL BE PRINTED DAILY. k I

A mood of almost gayety, that has never returned to Germany, lingers in the picture. Revolution, hunger and depression has stalked along the Rhine as a result of the war.' The cycle of militarism swings back to Germany today as Hitler organizes his Nazi forces. Parisians in somber file pass the bulletins that list the dead and wounded. A note of patient dejection is struck in the poses. France suffered the

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greatest losses in the early days of the war as the long-trained Germans moved with apparent unerring strategy. BOTTOM (left to right)—"What price glory?” The contagious call to arms, tender farewell kisses, and the breathed prayer, “Gott Mitt Uns,” carry only an empty mockery as corpses streic the ground, the same ground perhaps where once a peasant tilled the field.

“Dust into dust returneth” What once were French soldiers He in the awkward immobile gestures of death, waiting to be checked for identity. The identity of thousands of soldiers never was officially determined. No lesson for peace was ever so graphic as the simple photographic record of the nameless dead who once breathed life. An aura of grim restfidness hangs over these scenes.

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