in our time the author _wood-cut from portrait by_ henry strater in our time _by_ ernest hemingway A Girl in Chicago: Tell us about the French women, Hank. What are they like? Bill Smith: How old are the French women, Hank? paris: _printed at the_ three mountains press _and for sale at_ shakespeare & company, _in the rue de l’odéon;_ _london:_ william jackson, _took's court, cursitor street, chancery lane._ 1924 to robert mᶜalmon and william bird _publishers of the city of paris_ and to captain eric edward dorman-smith, m.c., _of his majesty’s fifth fusiliers_ this book is respectfully dedicated _of_ 170 _copies_ _printed on_ rives _hand-made paper_ _this is number_ in our time chapter 1 Everybody was drunk. The whole battery was drunk going along the road in the dark. We were going to the Champagne. The lieutenant kept riding his horse out into the fields and saying to him, “I’m drunk, I tell you, mon vieux. Oh, I am so soused.” We went along the road all night in the dark and the adjutant kept riding up alongside my kitchen and saying, “You must put it out. It is dangerous. It will be observed.” We were fifty kilometers from the front but the adjutant worried about the fire in my kitchen. It was funny going along that road. That was when I was a kitchen corporal. chapter 2 The first matador got the horn through his sword hand and the crowd hooted him out. The second matador slipped and the bull caught him through the belly and he hung on to the horn with one hand and held the other tight against the place, and the bull rammed him wham against the wall and the horn came out, and he lay in the sand, and then got up like crazy drunk and tried to slug the men carrying him away and yelled for his sword but he fainted. The kid came out and had to kill five bulls because you can’t have more than three matadors, and the last bull he was so tired he couldn’t get the sword in. He couldn’t hardly lift his arm. He tried five times and the crowd was quiet because it was a good bull and it looked like him or the bull and then he finally made it. He sat down in the sand and puked and they held a cape over him while the crowd hollered and threw things down into the bull ring. chapter 3