The Washington herald., 1920-07-04

ors of war, oratory, and liquids
known to traditfon. Yes. neither
me nor Jones breathed with soul
SO dead. There shall be rucuses
in salvador we say. and the mon
keys had better climb the tAllest
cocoanut trees and the dre de-
partment get out its. red sashes
and two tin buckets.
About this time into the fac,
tory steps native sman incrimi-
mated by. the name of General
Mary Esperanto Dingo. He was
some pumpkin both In politics
and color. and the friend OF me
and Jones. He was full. of po-
Iiteness and a kind Of intelli-
gence.- having picked up the lat
ter and managed to preserve the
former during. q two years resi-
dence in Phiiadelphia studying
medicine. For . Salvadorian he
was not such " calamitous little
man. though he aiwsys would
play jack. queen. king. ace, deuce
for straight.
General Mary sits with rs and
has q bottle. While he was in the
States he had acquired q synop-
sis of the English Language snd
the art of admiring our fnstftu-
tions. BY and by the General
gets up and tiptoes to the doors
and windows and other stage en-
frances, remarking Hist? at
each one. They all do that In
Salvador before they ask for q
drink of water or the time of day,
being conspirafors from the era
die and matinee idols by procla-
nation
.alstr says General Dingo
again, and then he lays his chest
on the table quite. like Gaspard
tomorrow will be the great day
of Liberty and Independence.
The hearts of Americans and Sal
vadorians should beat together.
OF your history and your great
Warrington know. Is It not
soy 4
Now me and. Jones thought
that nice of the General to re-
member when the Fourth came.
II made us feel good. He must
have heard the news going round
in - Philadelphia about that dis
turbance we had with England.
Yes says me and Maxy to-
gether, we knew IL. We were
talking about IL when you came
in. And you can bet your bot
tom concession that there1l be
fuss and feathers in the air to-
morrow. We are few in num-
bers, but the welkin may as wen
reach out to push the button, for
it's got to ring
"T, too, shall assist says the
General. humping his collar
bone. 7. too. am on the side of
liberty. Noble Americans, we
will make the day one to be new
er forgotten
For US American whisky
says Jones-'none of your Scotch
smoke or anisada or Three Star
Hennessey tomorrow. Wen bor-
row the consul's flag; old man
Billfinger shall make orations
and we'll have a barbecue on the
plaza
Fireworks says I. will be
scarce; but we'll have all the car
tridges in the shops for our guns
IsSe got two nayy~sixes + brought
from Denver -
There is one cannon said
tho general: -one big cannon that
viii 60 Boom" And three hum
dred men with rifles to shoot
~0h. sayrsays Jones, 'Gener-
alissimo. you're the real silk elas-
tic. Wen make II a Joint inter-
national celebration. Please, Cen
eral. get a white horse and a blue
sash and be grand marshal
with my sword says the
general, rolling his eyes. I shall
ride at the head OF the brave men
who gather in the name Of lfber-
ty.'
And you might we suggest,
see the commandante and advise
him that We are going to prize
things up a bit. We Americans.
you know, are accustomed, to
using municipal regulations for
gun wadding when we line up to
help the eagle scream. He might
suspend the rules for one day.
We don't want to get in the cal
aboose for spanking his soldiers
If they get in our way, do you
seer
".Histr says Gen. Mary. The
commandante is with us, heart
and soul. He will aid US. He is
one of u.s." ,
I'VE made all the arrangements
that afternoon. There was a buck
coon from Georgia in Salvador
who had drifted down there from
a busted-up colored colony that
had been started on some possum-
less land in Mexico. As soon as
he heard us say barbecue he
wept for joy and groveled on the
ground. He dug his trench on the
plaza, and got half beef on the
Goals for an alI-night roast Me
and Maxy went to see the rest of
the Americans in the town and
they all sizzled like a seidlitz
with joy at the idea of solemniz-
ing an old-time Fourth.
There were six of us all. to-
gether-Martin billiard, q coffee
planter; Henry Barnes, a railroad
man; old man Billfinger, an edu-
Gated tintype taker: me and Jone-
sy. and Jerry, the boss of the bar
becue. There was also an Hns.
lishman in town named Sterrett,
who was there to write book on
Domestic Architecture of the In
sect World. We felt some BASH
fulness about inviting a BRUSH
er to help crow over his own
country, but we decided to risk II,
out Of our personal regard for
him. I-f.
I'VE found Sterrett in pajamas
working at his manuscript with.
bottle Of brandy for a paper
weight.
Englishman.' says Jones, let
us interrupt your disquisition on
bug houses for a moment. To.
morrow is the Fourth of July.
We don't want to hurt your feel
ings. but we're going to commem-
crate the day when we licked you
by little refined debauchery and
nonsense-something that can be
heard above five miles OF. II you