Evening star., 1918-03-31
BY SEWELL FORD

Zaretti. Besides, the union does not
permit. If you could assist me with two
men, even one. l implore."
There amt cook in sight,, says L
Sorry, but
e.Eet ees not for cook" he protests.
NO; only to help make the peel from
those so many potatoes. One who could
make the peel Please"
OH says l. "Peelin' potatoesf Why.
most anybody could help out at that,
guess i would myself if
NO" breaks in Miss Jane You can
not be spared. And I'm sure / don't
know who could"
Unless" 1 puts in. "Mr. Hurd IN all
through with his decoratin'."
why, to be sure" says she. "Just
tell him, will you?"
Suppose send him over to you. Miss
Gorman.' says /. while 1 hustle along
that piano?"
She mods, and loses no time trallin
down Forsythe.
Emergency call for you from Miss
Jane" says |, edgin' in among his ad-
mirers and tappin him on the shoulder.
shes waitin over by headquarters.
"Oh, certainly" says Forsythe, start
in off brisk.
And say" I calls after him, Il hope
it won't be anything tnatn make you
faint"
please don't worry about me-" says
he.
hard that some folks might have thought
I'd heard good news from home. But Ia
had a peek or two into the camp kitcnen
since Zaretti's food construction squad
had moved in, and, believe me, It was no
place for an artistic temperament subject
to creeps up the back. There was about
a ton of cold-storage turkeys bein' un-
packed, bushels of onions goin through
stock standin' around, and half dozen
murderous- -loollin' assistant chefs was
sharpenn' long knives and Jabberin ex-
cited in four languages.
Oh. yes; Forsythe was goin to neeo an
the inspiration he'd collected, II he lasted
through.
kind of wanted to stick around and
cheer him up with friendly words while he
was fishn' potatoes out OF the cold water
and learnin' to use a, peelin' knife, put my
job wouldn't let me. After "a seen the
piano landed on the new stage there
were chairs to be placed for the orches-
ira, and, then other things So It was
some little time before 1 got around to
the kitchen wing again. pretendin 70 pc
Iookin' for Zaretti. But nowhere in that
steamin', hustlin', garlic-sme1lin' bunch
could / see Forsythe.
Hey, chef.' / sings out. 'Whefas
that expert potato peeler l sent your"
..Ahv' says he, rubbin' his hands en-
thusiastic. rThe signor with the yellow
gloves? In the tent there you Will nnd
heem."
So 1 steps over to the door Of sort Of
canvas annex and peers in. And say. II
was a rude shock. Forsythe is there. all
right. He's snuggled up cozy next to an
oil heater. holdin' a watch in ono hand
and a cigarette in the other, while around
him is grouped his faithful fun body
guard, each with a pan in her lap and the
potato peelin's comm off rapid. For
sythee Oh, he seems to be speedtn' EN-
Hf and keepin' tally.
I'd just let out my second gasp when
feels somebody at my elbow, and glances
round to find it's Miss Jane.
Look" says /. indicatin' Forsythe and
|, his busy bees.
What a picture." says Miss Jane.
YES" says I, .'illustratin' the manly
art of lettin' the women do it."
Miss Jane laughs easy.
..It has been that way for ages" says
She '.Mr. Hurd is only running true to
} type. But see! The potatoes are nearly
} all peeled and our dinner is going to be
served on time. What splendid assist
ants you've both been!"
At that, though. if there'd been medal
to be passed out. / guess it would have
been pinned on Forsythe.
Copyright. 1918. by sewen Ford.)