Remembrance Day and The Women Of WW1

munitionette posterThroughout WW1 women took the jobs of men to cover for those who had gone to the front.  They worked on farms, in shops and in factories. They were knitters, fruit pickers and welders.  Those who worked in ammunition factories were called ‘Munitionettes’ and produced 80% of the weapons  and shells used by the British on the Western Front.  They were nicknamed ‘Canaries’ because the exposure to sulphur gave their skin a yellow tinge. For their toil they earned half the wages of a man even though they did double the work. poster WW1 They also had to look after the home and the children while their men were away. The ‘Women’s Land Army’ were really just cheap female labour on the farms harvesting crops and canning fruit and veg for the troops. Then there was the hard slog of nursing and in this area many Australian women excelled. They were deployed to Britain,France, Belgium, Greece, Italy and anywhere else they were needed.  Twenty one nurses died during service and many others shortly after returning home.  For many women after having served their country the reward was the opportunity to look after a damaged husband ,wounded and shell shocked, for the rest of their lives if he came home at all.

These women had worked six to seven days a week and often throughout the night to return home exhausted and unable to perform their ‘home duties’.  Often the chemicals at work would prove harmful to their health and toxic fumes were responsible for many deaths.  Many of these women suffered from cyonisis ( cyonide poisoning ), mercury poisoning, anaemia, eczema, jaundice and many other illnesses along with fatigue and the stresses of the job.

Women on the FarmThere were many exceptional women some of whom even disguised themselves as soldiers and fought on the front themselves.  There was Dorothy Lawrence, an English freelance journalist who donned a uniform and went to work in the mines close to the Western Front in order to get the full story which she planned to publish.  Apparently she also fought alonside the young men in the trenches and slept in an abandoned cottage alone in the forest which had been commandeered  for her by two accomplices. Doroth Lawrence writer Dorothy Lawrence as a soldierShe lasted only ten days and suffering terrible rheumatism from the damp turned herself in to the authorities. She was promptly arrested and forbidden to write her story due to the acute embarrassment of the men having a woman pretend to be one of them.  In 1919 she did manage to write a book but it was heavily censored, sold very few copies and she ended up in a mental asylum. Finally she was buried in a paupers grave and never bothered anyone again.

Then there was Edith Cavell. A nurse who worked on saving young wounded soldiers on both sides.  Working also in munitions she was employed by British Intelligence.film poster on Cavell She had sheltered British,French and Belgian troops in her own home and then conveyed them to the frontiers.Edith Cavell 1915 Arrested by the Germans and charged as a spy she was executed by firing squad just as Mata Hari would be in 1917.  The Brits had said they could do nothing to save her and although the Americans tried everything they could to disprove the charges fate took it’s course.  She was 49 years old. Many years after death  she at least had a memorial service at Westminster Abbey.

The most decorated heroine of WW1 was in actual fact Serbian.  Milunka Savic went to war in her brothers place , received a medal for bravery, and was promoted to coporal.  Wounded in battle her gender was revealed and she was immediately discharged.  She then married ,had a daughter , got divorced, and worked menial jobs including the position of office cleaner. During WW11 she spent time in a concentration camp and at the end of the war was given an army pension. Milunka Savic Serbian heroin ww1 She adopted three refugee children and remained in a crumbling run down house in Belgrade until her death. She had won the French legion of honour, the Cross Of Saint George, the French croix de Guerre, the British Order of Saint Michael and the Serbian Milos Obilic Medals of war.

French womenMore glamorous though was Madame Arno who organised a group of French artists into resistance fighters.  Wish there was more information on this woman but sadly she is just a thumbnail insertion.  A mere footnote in history. That about sums it up don’t you think?

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Mata Hari : The Letters: ‘ Eye Of The Dawn’ By Renee Dallow

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Prison cell at St Lazaire. It is extremely small and extremely dark.  A thin shaft of light shines through the bars of a tiny window above the prison bed on which Zelle reclines with one arm dangling. She is gazing up at the ceiling and humming softly to herself.  Clunet is ushered in by the guard and approaches Zelle with reverence. He gently lifts her hand to his lips. Zelle turns her face toward him and smiles.

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Zelle:  Ah my valiant Monsieur Clunet. How does my case go?  I can just see the look on Bouchardon’s cretinous face  when you showed him the letters. He must be suitably embarrassed by now.

Clunet: It breaks my heart to see you brought so low.  The letters have been destroyed and the evidence dismissed. Bouchardon does not want the truth. He  wants only to calm the masses. They laughed at me. Laughed! ..Oh it was deplorable madame… most deplorable. He will not accept there is any proof whatsoever that will proclaim your innocence.

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 ( Zelle rises from the bed and moves toward who has turned to face the door of the cell.  She slowly turns him round to face her. )

Zelle:  They destroyed all my letters?  How many were there?

Clunet:  There were …. now let me see … two …. three and four from the battlefield at Verdun …. three from Vittele …. that makes ….

Zelle: Twelve.  He sent me twelve letters?  They never told me. This proves that I am not and have never been a spy.  All those beautiful letters gone?  Can they not see that I am just a woman in love? Can’t they see that those letters were just an undying declaration of love …. of hope …. of desperation? My poor Vadime.  Did he understand why I could not return to Vittele?  Does he forgive me?

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Clunet:  My dear … just as you did not receive his letters …. he did not receive yours.  His letters from Verdun were intercepted and sent to Scotland Yard while those from Vitele were sent to British Intelligence.  Your own letters Madame were kept in Bouchardon’s office and never sent.  I am so sorry to tell you this ….

Zelle:  Yet my Vadim was there in court to testify on my behalf.

Clunet: Yes Madame he was in court

Zelle:  Surely he defended my honour.

Clunet:  No Madame …. he did not.

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Zelle:  I don’t understand …..

Clunet:  Please don’t make me speak of it.

Zelle:  Speak! … what is it? … Tell me …. TELL ME!

Clunet:  Please …. calm yourself …

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Zelle:  Alright.  ( Sighs and unclenches her fists.)  Really my dear Clunet…. I’m a strong woman … I can take it … it’s not your fault.  What a monster you must think me … screaming at you like this.

Clunet:  There’s no need to apologise.  It is I who must ….

Zelle:   Must tell me what happened in court.

Clunet:  Yes you are quite right … Quite right … I will tell you.  They asked him if he knew you…. To which eh replied yes.  They asked him if he would testify on your behalf to which he replied … no.  I know that he was torn and he would have taken the stand if …

Zelle:  If he had been stronger. My poor dear love having to face such an ordeal. He is still suffering from his wounds and by now he must be near total collapse.  If there was one shred of strength left in his frail body he would not have turned away from me.

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Clunet:  Indeed madame he is still suffering but I think it is his conscience that is causing  him such pain.  You see … if he had testified …. his career would have been lost and he would have been the subject of ridicule for many years to come.

Zelle:  What of the others? I had many lovers.  Surely one of them would have risen to my defence?

Clunet:  None.  At least Vadim admitted to loving you. The others, I’m afraid, would not even admit to that much. Some are married, some are in high positions and all are frightened for their very lives.

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Zelle:  So they have abandoned me.  It is all probably for the best. Oh don’t look so sad my dear friend. I have no regrets. My life has been full and happy.  I have really lived Clunet. There are not many who can say that.

( Clunet exits. Zelle sinks back onto the bed and resumes humming as lights fade. )

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©’Eye Of The Dawn’  by Renee Dallow

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Mata Hari: Slave to the dance: ‘Eye Of The Dawn’ By Renee Dallow

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The stage is split in two. On the left is the army hospital ward and on the right is the courtroom where Mata Hari’s trial continues. Jaque enters stage left to meet with Vadime who sits in a large chair with a cover over his knees staring out over the audience his face still wrapped in bandages.

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Jaque:  Captain De Massloff …  Jaque Pascale …I have come a long way to see you. I am a friend of Zelle’s.

Vadime:  Zelle?

Jaque:  Marina I believe is your name for her.

Vadime:  She told you this?

Jaque: Yes … I am a friend. I have come to you because I know that it is you and only you she loves. Zelle needs your help.

Vadime:  Ah then you must know why she has not answered my letters.

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Jaque:  She has not answered because she cannot. She is accused of being a German spy and is at this very moment on trial. It is my hope that you can return to Paris with me and clear her name. I know that you are ill and it is not easy to travel but …

 

Vadime:  Wait … not so fast… a friend you say.  How did you meet my Marina?

Jaque:  We met in Monmartre before the war…

Vadime:  And then …. ?

Jaque:  And then nothing.  I am an artist monsieur she showed no interest in me.

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Vadime:  Yet you have remained devoted to her all these years?  You are in love with my Marina.

Jaque:  Yes I admit it.

Vadime:  Still you have the courage to face me. Must be serious indeed. Very well I shall ask for leave. Give me some time to prepare.  Give me until tomorrow.

Jaque: I cannot wait until tomorrow. I must return to Paris immediately and let her know you are on your way.

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Vadime:  Then you must trust that I will be there as soon as I can.

Jaque:  I have your promise?

Vadime:  Of course.

Jaque exits.

( Lights come up  on the courtroom stage right.  Zelle addresses the court.)

Zelle: Lies,lies all lies!. I’ve done my duty for France. What of the information I gave concerning the Germans offloading soldiers on the Moroccan coast?  That information cost me much but I didn’t complain. You are right monsieur I was out of my depth. I know my limitations. There are two things I do exceptionally well Monsieur. I am a dancer and I am a lover. There is no crime in this. I’ll prove it to you the only way I know how.

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Zelle attempts to stand but the guards restrain her. She looks pleadingly at the judge who motions to the guards to release their hold. She unbuttons the bodice of her dress to reveal a jewelled bra underneath. She then parts her skirts to reveal a silk petticoat. She removes her skirts and begins to dance as music fades in. The courtroom is entranced. Zelle manouvres herself in and out of the aisles, writhing sensuously to the steady beat of drums and the distant strains of Javanese temple music. She chants in in Javanese as if envoking the gods. Suddenly the coutroom is transformed into a temple with all present becoming worshippers and with the judge as Budda. The music rises and all begin to chant in unison. Zelle kneels at the bench as if it were an alter with Budda staring down upon her.

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Zelle:  Please believe I am just a slave to the dance. Nothing more.

Judge:  Need I remind yo this is a court of law madame. It is not a stage on which to entertain but a platform for judgement.

We thank you for this somewhat rivetting performance but would be most grateful if you would  cover yourself and again take your seat ( She does so and the guards escort her to the stand. ) Thank you. Shall we continue with the proceedings? …. What now?

( Jaque enters the courtroom with and beckons Clunet. He whispers to him that Vadime is on his way. Clunet then informs Mornet and Mornet approaches the bench to speak in confidence with the judge. Clunet  informs Zelle. She looks across at Jaque, smiles at him, then faints. )

©’ Eye Of The Dawn’ by Renee Dallow 

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Saving Mata Hari: ‘ The Eye Of Dawn’ : By Renee Dallow.


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A pile of letters and a bottle of toxin is found in Zelle’s hotel room by the police. It is invisible ink. The police deliver the ink and the letters to  Pierre Bouchardon’s office. Bouchardon is seated at his desk surveying a pile of letters also found in Zelle’s room. Three military officers sit opposite him. Lieutenant Hallure ( English ), Captain Merliani ( Italian ) and Captain Gerbaud ( French ).

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Bouchardon: Gentlemen I have here in my posession certain letters which I am of the opinion could prove very damaging to your respective careers. The letters are from a woman of dubious reputation. A woman whose morals equal those of a sewar rat. A woman with whom each of you has had intimate relations. Oh don’t bother to deny it. I have it all right here. ( Waves the letters in front of them. ) In court tomorrow you will be cross examined by the woman’s lawyer Monsieur Clunet. Under no circumstances will any of you attempt to defend her honour. On the contrary gentlemen you must do everything you can to imply that she is guilty. It seems she actually thinks she can defend herself and will have her day in court when a date for the trial can be fixed. If at any time during the proceedings you find yourself becoming sentimental …. Just remember the letters. Do I make myself clear? ( Clunet, a very old lawyer, enters. ) Ah Monsieur Clunet. They are assembled as requested.

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Clunet: I thank you gentlemen for your time. We are here to discuss the alleged crimes against France committed by my client Mata Hari. I say alleged because that is exactly what they are. My client is no more guilty than you or I. She is innocent and I am counting on you who …. have known her well to defend her.

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Hallure : I am a married man monsieur. If my name is mentioned in court I will be ruined. I grant you that Mata Hari never asked anything of me or gave me any reason to suspect her of being a spy. But I cannot say this in a court. To do so would be to admit my association with the woman and quite frankly the details of our liasons are really quite rude.

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Meriani : When we made love she left nothing to chance. The fires burned within as we fused together like candle and wick. She is no spy. Of this I am sure. One who can bring such joy … such splendour … such heavenly satisfaction ….  No monsieur how could such an angel be guilty of something so serious as treason?  It is preposterous.

Clunet: Then you will defend her?

Meriani: No I cannot. I may lose my command. I cannot risk this as my mother back home she relies on my pay to put food on the table and if she ever found out …. Ooh Monsieur my mamma she is not one to mess with.  How could I hold up my head in my village?  My mamma she would throw me out on the street and all the village would laugh at me.

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Clunet: Yes …. I see your point … but if … ( Looks pleadingly at Gerbaud.)

Gerbaud:  If you would accuse the moon and the stars there would be more romance in the world.  I know in my heart that this is a farce  but she is , after all, an international woman which means she is not entirely innocent. I cannot turn my back on my fellow country men. No … no no … I must stand by France in this.

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Bouchardon: ( To Clunet ) Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Take your stand in court if you must but none will stand with you. You mark my word.

Clunet:  I am not afraid of you. Upon my honour as a gentleman I shall stand for her in court. I shall do it alone if I have to.There is nothing you can do or say that will deter me from my purpose. Honour is a word that I do not expect you to understand for it is very clear to me that you have none. I thank you for your time and bid you adieu. ( Exits. )

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Lights come up on the street outside and just as Clunet exits Bouchardon’s office he bumps into Jaques who is in a hurry to enter the bureau. Clunet’s documents fall to the ground and Clunet bends to pick them up.

Jaques: Pardon me monsieur I’m in such a hurry. I didn’t see you coming.  (Helps Clunet up. )

Clunet: It would seem my life is of very little consequence anyway.

Jaques: ( Offended. ) Monsieur I assure you I meant you no harm.

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Clunet: I do not believe you. You are one of them. You have come to smear her name with more lies, more excuses, more justifications. Well I don’t care. You hear me? She is innocent and I will prove it in spite of you all.

Jaques:  Steady old man I’m on your side. I know who you are. You’re old Clunet …the lawyer who won her case against the baron over the jewels.  Too bad they were later confiscated. She could have used them as a bargaining tool in this mess she is in now. I’m Jaques an old friend… I sell my paintings on the streets of Monmartre … you bought one of them…. Anyway I’ve come to put my name down as witness for the defence.

Clunet:  Yes …. well …. You are wasting your time. There will be no defence witnesses. They will not allow you to speak. Those who could have made a difference have been threatened with terrible consequences.

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Jaques: What of Vadime? Surely he would not be afraid of their threats.

Clunet:  He knows nothing of what has happened. I havebeen forbidden by the court to make contact with him and they refuse to forward her letters.

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Jaques: No-one has forbidden me. I shall see him in person and bring him back to Paris.

Clunet: You know that he is very badly wounded.

Jaques: It is only physical. It will heal. But a wound to the heart is another matter. He could not break her heart. Of that I am certain. Trust me I will find him.

Clunet : ( Smiles.) The life of the great Mata Hari in the hands of an artist. Perhaps it is fitting.

( They exit in opposite directions. )

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From ‘ The Eye Of Dawn’ Written by Renee Dallow © 31/5/2013

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