(Le Régiment, Paris, 1919)
“I’m panicked… my husband, who’s gone to the provinces on business, is stuck in bed down there with the Spanish flu…”
“I can’t stand it any longer… I love him too much… I’m going to join him… A few light clothes and off we go!…”
“Here’s his hotel!!! Here’s the door to his room… In we go!”
“Oh, what a sight!!! I sure see the Spanish… but where is the flu???”
Sic Transit Pestilentia 