Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1905-1919, 1917-12-09

Jimmy, the boy scout who delivers
afternoon papers to my friend. had
lust sold her another Liberty bond,
after she had assured me that she was
carving all that her means would
permit
But then no ona can Withstand
Jimmy. He has fine, manly way
with him, and he is no ordinary boy
lie is president o: his class in the
high school. has a paper route. morn
ing and night, and works for the best
grocer in town during tho Saturday
Iush hour.
SO / said to him:-
Jimmy how can you find time to
sell Liberty bonds, and why do you
take such 4 great personal Interest III
the war
i have a brother in France"
no me this explained everything,
bun my friend exclaimed in shocked
voice:
why. Jimmy B--you're an only
son!"
got a brother in France he
reiterated doggedly I got him an
picked out. lie has brown hair ana
ewes and he wears his hat so---
drawing MS own tan felt over ms eyes
~ a rakish angelic amt much
taller than me, kind OF Thin, and quick
as a cat. I don't know his name, but
Ini going TO get It soon. I've writ
ten "A lctter-'To a Lonely American
Soldier and sent IL care General
I.er-hug TO the cVpeditionary force IN
France. | bet some fellow that hasn
any folks over there Will answer IL
NV friend and | exchanged quick
glances
'Dr Corbin said 20 us Wednesday
nieht@Each one Of you boys has n
brother fighting for you IN France. 60
to it' Work for him Ike the MIS-
-phief. Wen. Im working for mine.
II sell Liberty bond. It's for him.
II | run crrunds for the Red cross,
it's for him.
Jimmy folded the Liberty bond
pledge. and tucked 1t into his pocket
Much Obliged, Mrs s.. Good
evening"
a brother in Franco
Long after Jimmy left we sat IN
silence. Dusk settled on the room and
The wood fire filled II with strange
shadows. And soon for me the shadows
were pcoplcd with men and boys. Do
ininico who used to try my tidy soul
bv scattering ashes over my blue stone
walk wncn he gathered garbage and
qshes' lle always came bit late on
Christmas morning. so he might re
ceive in person ana express his thanks
for the little eift of money which ne
knew would be waiting for bin. Ana
Dennis the irresponsible grocer's boy
who almost invariably forgot the one
most important item of my order and
who went off whstling despite the
reprimand He was always saying
tender nothingS TO my Finnish wait
rosa who understood his eyes better
than his words. And sallow. sharp
featured Jacob son OF l[ertola, the
newsdealer who always made mistakes
In my bill. lie had told mo, with
lighting of his duh eyes. of winning
the phonograph at the Royal Arcanun
fair
pominico' Dennis, Jacob! Theil
names are printed every week now II
ou- village paper. under the caption
"Our Roll of Honor
And suddenly | looked into the IN
sure can that he Domintco's blacl
oyes staring up unseeinsly from NJ
Mans Land to n mist hung sky Are
those Dennis merry lips twisted II
pain as his pals carry him back e
the trenches? Is that Jacobs marrow
forehead, ivory -hued and drippini
with cold moisture of mortal agony
against the background Of hospita
pillow?
such little time since all three o
them were serving me and mine 70
wages on which they could dream o
swee ethcarts and homes OF their owl
--aud now all three Of them fighting
for mo, giving themselves. their hope
their all that their country an,
mine may he safe from invasion.
Ia ~
brothers in France.