Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1918-12-27

shops, did he, nor that you did the
same at home, and for the moment
he has entirely forgotten the old
dirty dishrag in the kitchen at home,
for he never heard of sanitary brush
eS being used to wash wishes, did
he? Nor youi For you still wash
and dry on the same old potty-black
rag that sometimes SMELLS loudly
in violent protest against it's age and
germs. crying for boiling and sun
shine! So, in your parental pity for
him you took him a weekly allow
ance in order that he might eat at
cafe" because with its odd sound
ing name it must be a much nicer
place than a mess hall" What
namei You helped your son main
tain his aggressive, stubborn atti-
tude toward the best old Uncle boy
ever had-"Uncle SAM" and from
now on the boys will reverence him
more from their acquaintance with
him 1t was for Uncle Sam to show
them he was their friend-you never
would! How could you. when you
didn't know! He fused about his
fare, he quarreled and fumed and
made a disagreeable jackass out of
himself at every passing opportunity.
The officers bore with him-no doubt
they knew you, his parents, had not
known how to train son anyway,
hence they agreed to use patience.
Gradually, your son began to get adj
ucated, and to grow into manly
boy, instead of a stubborn, mulish
creature.
But it was not due to any effort
Of yours, No indeed, you were still
busy voicing indignant protests
against our government, engaging
your neighbors in aggressive con-
ServationS over telephone and face
scented itself. you kept on your job.
Meanwhile Uncle Sam was on his
job, making a man out of your rot
ten, spoiled kid! Yes, sir, that is
exactly what was happening to your
son-he was getting to be manly!
And you were not helping him bit.
not a lit. He quit eating at the
cafe, too. and ate in the mess hall,
and gained fourteen pounds on the
rotten cooking and sorry stuff like
beans and 'taters and taters ard
beans; you know he Swore that was
all he had to eati Well, fourteen
pounds was more than you'd put on
him. You see, the cook is a scientific
cook; now, don't snort sol l know
how you hate science things, but
it puts the flesh on your son, you
see! And, moreover, it was clean
cooking, and no foul dish rags mop
ping up the things, either-strictly
sanitary. No flies allowed Yes, ne
ate at a long, board table, with
nice. new, white oilcloth covering 1t,
ers in it. And he had more things
to eat than he ever had at home. well
cooked, too, and a variety, and that
variety and food would never give
him pellagra. that famous southern
disease! And it was clean, too, ana
wholesome. Most fellows gain four
teen poundsi Mind you, many will
lose it when they get home. because
YOU don't know what the army cooks
in their white caps and aprons know!
Thew know now to feed your son so
he will have sound health and gain
flesh, but you don't know! Oh. l
know mess sergeantS who do not
enjoy Just nybOdy's cooking any
more. The turn up their nose
at yours ' rise than your son did
when first e went away: Mind you,
you've got things coming to you
when your boy comes home. So
prepare yourself for some surprises.
I can warn you of a few jOltS and
lars in store for you if you want
to hear them. But you don't And
your son will turn away from the
little cafe" in his county town, that
dingy, dirty place, where sign
over the kitchen door says keep
Out" and one can Surmise II it's
any filthier than the dining room, it's
a good place to keep out from. Uncle
your parlor, and he did not say
Keep Out"
His mess halls are strictly sani-
tary in their pure cleanliness. I've
been there and ate there and 1 saw
and heard, and remembered so L
could tell you. Also, I've been to the
cafe" in the dirty, ill-smelling lit
tie town, and saw and heard and
remembered, so / can tell you Uncle
Sam would not let hls boys, your
boys, eat there, but you would!
There are no screens to keep out
Il rlEF
over the old. cracked oilcloth that
once was white. and the walls were
smeared over with a thin bluey-
white paint, and the pasteboard trays