Evening capital news. (Boise, Idaho) 1901-1927, 1917-09-16
THE WORRIES OF WAR
III PATRIcK MACGILI..
written for the United Press.

ting on the floor of the trench, an open |
tin of cold McConachie between them. |
and out this tin they were eating their
dinner. Spudhole, D. c. NJ. back from
/ Blighty was standing on the firestep
eating bread and cheese and giving an
! account of his adventures in Blighty
between mouthfuls of food.
Il 'ope this bloomin' war will never
come to a boomn' end" Spudhole re-
marked. Bowdy Benners gaped and Ga
hey reached down and grlpped the tin
of McConachie with big callous hand.
"Spudholc, We limb iv the divil," he
shouted, III it was not that this tin iv
McConachie is half fun iv mate yet,
I'd rub it's jagged edges agin yer ugly
apology for a face"
JUST GETTiN' INTO SWING.
Don't get off the depend, Ginger"
said Spudhole with smile. And you,
Bowdy, don't keep yer mouf open like
that. or yen ave arr the flies o France
gettin' inside o. yer bread ba SIX ct"
Hope the blooming war doesn't come
to an end yeti" Benners blurted out
And at the end of three years too"
I'm only gettn' into the swing of it,
said Spudhole with an angelic smile.
dance on yer face" said Gahey. The
man that's in your ammunition boots
will never be able to dance that step"
said Spudhole az he lolled back against
the parapet and rested his head on
sandbag. War" he added, is
damned good job when a man gets in
ter the way O it. The first five years
are the worst, and after that it's as
plain sailin as any bloke could wish
for. Look at me"
What / was goin' to say is this"
Spudhole went on. Look al me, Spud-
hole, d. G. NJ, and this is the only
u. c. M. that 'as not been put down
against me in a crime sheet. Well,
I've been to Bighty and I'm 'ero of
Mons. 81 don't often go to Biighty--on
account of my crime sheet-but this
time I've been there and GaWd sees
that it'll be the last time until ! go
ONE with the brass band in front
playin' See the bloomin' conquerin'
'ero comes and transport wagon be
ind carryin' my crime sheets TO the
depot.
NASTY ON THE BOAT.
Nav. I'm not gon' ONE again until
ave ter CO." Spudhole went on, Il
want peace and I'm goin TO stay ere
where a man can have a bloomin' rest
when e needs it. Coin across on a
, boat is not all milk and 'oney. Nasty
choppy it was, ana some 'ow my mind
got on them submarines. l 'ad the
wind up all the way across and / was
glad when | got to BlightS. But the
sailors as was on the boat didn't seem
to care "a cuss They just went about
= their business the same as if they were
restin' in a. dug out and nuffink worse
'appenin' than shell or two flynn
:, about But | can't stand a bloomin
sea voyage and not know when sub
: marine is goiu' to stick it's cad up
froo the water and shout out, is Spud-
, hole aboard Then the cap'en would
, say: tAy! ay! Spudhole 'ere.' Then
the submarine would say: I've got ter
torpedo yer for Spudhoe is danger
to the German army on the western
'front.' was thinkin O. fings like this
all the way across and / couldn't sleep
a wink"
Bravo, Spudhole," said Bowdy Ben
ners, with a grin. 81 was speaking to
Shorty of No. 10 company. who was
with you on the boat and he tells me
that you slept All the Lllle.
, Il 'ad to pretend that | was asleep
= Just to show off" said Spudhole. ANY
2 way, the boat might ave been bad but
compared to it, Lunnon was ell. l
}. 'ad the wind up there all the time,
I waitin for air raids. AS far as could
: see [ was the only person in the town
G as ad the wind up for the old men
and Young girls seemed just sort of
: interested in what was 'appenin' and
q really wanted TO be on the tops of
= 'ouses, and such like, when there's an
+ air raid on. II always went down to
the cellar when l card the bombs
u droppin and then tried to dig myself
: in.
HEARS OF AIR RAID
e "Oh, yes" said Bowdy Benners. MY
}, married sister, the one to Whom you
took message for me, tells me about
r that AFRAID in her last letter. She
says that you came into her house IN
the middle of the raid and you spent
the whole time pulling the children's
toes and dancing Jig just to make
Q them laugh when the bombs were fall
} ing in the next street"
! Don't interrupt me-" said Spudhole
( with wave of his hand. And dom
4 believe what women say. They're al
ways tryin' to take the lead o us pool
d men. But they're plucky enough II
Lunnon, all the same. Bus girls anc
"a such like they're about the streets il it,
their Job, when there's raid on JUS
7. the same as If they wor over ere SAFE
in trench, Now who wants to ask
= auestions?" Spudhole inquired, look
ing at Bowdy Benners and Ginger Ga
hey.
~ rs 1t hard to get drink In Lon.
DOM" aueried Gahey.
l. That's the time ye get the wal
brought home ter We, when yer go tie
pub" said Spudhole. Yer go inte
d boozer and yer see "A fat. red faced
man lookin' at yer. BY the glance II
q -. .,.o. o,o ,,.,,,iJ lIipl that aonnp