World War I
Document and Music Investigation
Looking at WWI through pictures, quotes, and music.
- Working as a group, look at the WWI sources listed below
- Come to a consensus and select ONE picture and ONE document from each group that represents that element of World War I
- Individually, defend in writing your choice of picture and document as the best and most fitting for that topic in the packet
World War I Topics
C. Total War
D. Home Front/Women
E. Paris Peace Conference
World War I Images
Group C: American Poster
Group C: French Poster
Group D: British Poster
Group E: Parade in Paris
World War I Documents
"In Flander's Field" by John McRae, 1915
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead, Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe;
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, through poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
"Dulce et Decorum Est" by Wilfred Owen, 1918
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind
Gas! GAS! Quick, boys! -- An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime...
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, --
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.*
*Sweet and fitting is it to die for one's country. (Horace, Rome, 68-65 B.C.E.)
"Testament of Youth" by Vera Brittain, 1933
With the end of necessity which had provoked war-time agreements, both sides [labor and management] were anxious to return to the old advantageous positions.... The immediate result of demobilizations was to add a sentimental argument to the already familiar economic and social arguments against the work of women.... By the autumn of 1919 three quarters of a million of the women employed at the time of the armistice had been dismissed...
"A Frenchman's Recollections," Francois Carlotti, Paris, 1974
Tall, spare, bony, mother Cochon was always the first to set out and the last to return. She had four men in the house....
The father died while the eldest boy was away doing his training. The other two boys slaved away in the garden, working all the harder the first born did not return home when the youngest son left. And after his three years' service, the youngest son left. And after his three years' service, the youngest son faced mobilization and war.
When the [police] arrived that morning, Mme. Cochon received them standing, with the one word, "Which?" "August," replied one of them and laid the little notice on the table...
And then, as the [police] stood their ground, shifting from one foot to the other, she looked them full in the face, till one of them, gathering all his courage managed to say, "And Desire," putting the official notification on the table as he left...
When the [police] returned, a month later, she turned towards them from her seat in the corner of the fireplace without looking at them and asked: "Is it Marcel?" They bowed their heads unable to speak...
And then suddenly a terrible cry rent the air and carried down to the river. "Marcel, Marcel. Now there are no more Cochons...."
She died at the onset of winter
Excerpt from Austro-Hungarian Red Book No. 7: Ultimatum that Austria-Hungary sent to Serbia on July 23, 1914
.... [The] Royal Government see themselves compelled to demand from the Royal Serbian Government a formal assurance that they condemn this dangerous propaganda against the Monarchy ...
.... To accept the collaboration in Serbia of representatives of the Austro-Hungarian Government for the suppression of the subversive movement...
Excerpt from May 7, 1919 - Count Brockdorff-Rantzau, leader of the German delegation to the Versailles Peace Conference
Prince Berhnard von Bulow, German Chancellor, speech to the Reichstag December 11, 1899
Bertrand Russell, British philosopher, August 1914
Captain Alexander Stewart's typed copy from his diary of two years spent of the front lines of World War I (1928). The typed copy was discovered by his great-grandson in 2007
November 9, 1916: "I am very much annoyed by memos sent round from Headquarters that come in at all hours of the day and night; they stop me getting a full night's rest and some of them are very silly and quite unnecessary. When I am very tired and just getting off to sleep with cold feet, in comes an orderly with a chit asking how many pairs of socks my company had a week ago; I reply 141 and a half. I then go to sleep; back comes a memo: 'please explain at once how you come to be deficient of one sock.' I reply 'man lost his leg.' That's how we make the Huns sit up."
October 29, 1917: "It was madness to attempt the attack. It could only have been instigated by a higher command that had simply looked at a map, put down a finger and said: 'We will attack there'."