The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1915-07-25

doing. Doc was going and a few quarts
were popped. all to the health and
wealth OF Jem priscoll. pride Of Eng
land and The Bronx.
TIT next morning the Doc embarked.
Without baggage or much of anything
else except a fat bank roll the good
medic sailed away.
I'm bring the little bounder back
home with me! go he yelled to Mcclure
and Gibson. what does a nice little
chap like him want in the army, any
way?"
Tell him that Leach Cross sends his
regards - shouted Gibson.
We'll. l landed at Liverpool said
Flynn yesterday. when he told OF the
DER sea hunt for Driscoll. when l
stepped of the boat an OFF ,ial gall
loped up TO me and asked for my pass
ports.
Passports | said. MOI me. 1
haven't got any passports
We'll, you can't go ashore
But | am ashore
We'll, YOU won't 60 a step beyond
here
Tn a Bronx citizen and ] intend 10
give London the once over | pro-
tested. I'm here looking for some one.
They held a hurried powwow 10
one side, did a lot of these suspicious
officials. and finally | found dozens OF
them walking all around. cycling me
from head 10 foot. | tumbled in "A min.
ute. They took me for a spy! | felt
It In my bones. The Tower OF London
appeared in a haze before my eyes.
could see firing squads and the lone
figure OF the best little doctor in Tn,
Bronx lined up against a cold ston,
usall With 4. dock nf nnn,Innnl itghipu ..
penetrate his gizzard. l began TO lore
for a sight OF the Statue of Liberty
| could have embraced the old girl RICH
then and there.
Well. the parade around me grew
and grew. Soldierly looking chap
seemed to crop up out of the Yer,
cracks In the wharf | began to b.
suspicious OF myself. Up stepped 1
fierce looking individual finally. all but
tons and medals.
What's your name, may ! ask?' h
began.
FLYNN. Doc Flynn OF The Bronx,
! snapped in sheer bravado. Flynn o
GERMANY, but now of The Bronx
added. trying to kid myself out of tn,
thoughts OF a lineup before British
shaTpshooters.
"'Do you know ANYBODY in Englant
that could Identify YOU he asked. 'Onl
one man, and that's Jem Driscoll. He
NY pal and I've come over here 4
spend the day with him. | said n
iOusly. II you send for Jein he'll o.. Il
me-
"'Drlscoll. the boxer?'' asked oil,
Sobersides,
Tho same carne back.
Send for Jim and he'll tell yol
all about me and Gene. and Billy an,
The Bronx And send for him the,
did. \ telegram was rushed on Il
North Hampshire, where our Jem Il
stationed with his company. spen
many anxious hours in a funny It'll,
detention coop on the pier before a deco
rated dude came in and said that
gentleman wanted TO see me. They trot
ted me out into the light and | be
held a bewhiskered gink standing will
the others who had looked me over s.
G carefully. He was dressed in regulation
soldier clothes and carried a little swag
ger stick In one of his gloved hands
He looked like "A Russian General.
I'm doomed | thought. slow tor
ture in Siberia for the poor little Doc,
The Russian turned as ] came near
Then right at me he came on the dea,
run with open arms.
""Doc Flynn, by all that's precious
he yelled. How's Billy Gibson AM
Gene McGuire?' ] knew the voice, bu
not the maksup, 90,
1Ou uOI hloW scH' Wv i"'
me, lem Driscoll. How do you lik'
my whiskers"
We'll, / nearly tainted with sur
Prise and, pleasure. | couldn't believ'
thai IT was our lem. You'd never rec
ognize him as the sprightly feather
weight that made Abe Attell look lik'
a wooden man down In the Nationa
Club that night in Twenty-fourth street
Why, the fierce whiskers make hin
look like a man OF 40 or so, and yol
won't believe mo when l tell you tina
he Weigh 100 pounds, AS sure al
I'm sitting here. Could fight the mid
dleweights right now. Well. We sa'
right down there among that business
like and important crowd OF old rub
bernecks and Bronxed 1t for two hours
"Jem squared me with the firing squad
II was a relief to beat that spy thing
/ can tell you, with a soldier like Jen
Driscoll boosting for you. Jem got @
few days on and We did London
never had IA better time. Great unit
Jem tool me around to the places
where the Germans had dropped a few
bombs. After viewing the nesting
places of several Of these sleep dis
turbers / suddenly remembered that
had an old leftover relative In Ireland
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