New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1913-03-02

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pv nine O'Clock was behind our own lines, trying 20
find out what sort Of campaign this that left one
machine gun 10 Stavc of the whole Turkish army. or
course no one knew anything very definite The best
guess was that advance had been swung OIL Tor
flank movement, and that tins particular onc-ildn
battery had been overlooked. | don't even know
whether he was picked up again. or whether the
Turks finally got him; but let me tell YOU talk much
about your gallant Bulgaans you like some Of those
Gtlc Greeks good fighters too. Anyway, II take
IF my hat any day to that the hill
"Gcc," breaks out. "Some scrappcr what
At which Mr. Robert swings around and gives me
.ook All says he 81 hadn't realized, Iorchy' that
we still had the pleasure Of your company
Don't mention it, says !. 81 was just goin to-cr
ov the way, Mr.. Robert. there's poor scrub waltn'
outside for a word with you, old club waiter. Says
you knew him Mike.
Mike" SAYS he, looking blank. A..
His real name sounds like Popovcr, says l. "Itsa
case Of retricvn' lost job
oh very we'll says Mr.. Robert. "Perhaps I'll SEE
MIN later. Not now And close the door after you'
please.
60 I'm shuntcd back the front office, excited over
~ that war story that | has TO hunt up I'ddic and
pass it on 10 him. 1t gets him too Anything IN the hero
line always does and this noble young Greek dom the
comc-onc-conc-al act picture that even twoby-
four Imagination like Piddc's couldn't fail to GRASP:
"Bv love- thought" says he. "rhe spirit of old her
mopy;c all over again. | wish could have seen that.
AS close as skid did, says l. "Ah you'd have
turned 50 green they'd taken you for picked string
bean. 800
ooh don't pretend to be a daredevil, admits Pid-
die with a sudden rush of modcsty. Still, it is pity
Mr. Mallory did stay long enough to find out the
name Of this unknown hero, and give it to the world
"Thc moral Of which is, says that all heroes ought
TO carry their own press agents with EN-.
We'd thrcshcd it all out, Piddc and me, and / d gone
back 10 my desk reluctant, for tins JosS waiter
was still shcddln his gloom around the reception room
and was lust thinkin how it would be To put screen
in front Of him, when Mr.. Robert and Skid comes out
arm in arm Swappn josh about that banquet that was
to be pulled off.
"Of course you'll come" Mr. Robert is insisn
"Onv a few directors, YOU know No, no set speeches.
or anything like that But they'll want to hear how YOU
came to get that big order and about Of the inter
estng things you saw there just as you've told me
had hoped up and was holdn the gate WIDE open.
vin' Skid all the honorS and Mr.. Robert escorn
him out the elevator, when notices that this Popover
party has got his eye the boss and is Standn right
where he's bociin' the way.
"IIev PoppyT says in a stage whisper. Back out,
Reverse yourself! Take sneak! But of all the mule
1cadsl There he stands, grippn his hat, and thinkn
Dnly of that lost job.
"All right" Skid is saying; "but remember now,
1ora tributes guShy ntroductons, sitting in the
,totliqht for me at this-cr-cr- Well as I'm living
norta7 He gets this last after gasp two, and
hen stops stock STILL starn straight in front of him.
XY1IIAT IS it, saws Mr. Robert "Whats up2' And
w we sees that Skid Mallory has his eyes glued to
his waiter shrimp.
an the name OF all that's good says he, "where did
you come from!
You can't lar Popover though by any little thing like
hat. When he gets idea in his dome it's fixture