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tion and grief. They set II In
the middle of the floor and gath
cred grimly about Ii. Through
It's whiskers the calamitous OBJ
1eet cIattered effervescently and
waved its hands.
sounds like a seidlstz powder"
said Mike Dowling. disgustedly.
-and IL makes me sicker than one.
Call that a nan!-tbat hoss was
worth a steamer full of such two
legged animals. It's a immigrant
that's what 1t is"
Look at the doctor's chalk
mark on its coat" said Reilly, the
desk man. It's just landed. II
must be a kind of a Dago or a
Hun or one of them Firms, /
guess. That's the kind of truck
that Europe unloads onto US"
Think of a thing like that
getting in the way and laying
John up in the hospital and spoil
ing the best fire team in the city"
groaned another fireman 1T
ought to be taken down to the
dock and drowned"
''Somebody go around and get
Sloviski." suggested the engine
driver, 'and let's see what nation
f. is responsible for this conglomera-
ton Of hair and head noises"
Sloviski kept delicatessen
store around the corner on Third
avenue. and was reputed to be
liBguist.
One of the men fetched him-a
fat, cringing man. with a discur-
siYe eye and the odors of many
kinds of meats upon him.
Take a whirl at this importa-
tien with your jawbreakers, Slo-
xiski." requested Mike Bowling.
I'VE can't quite figure out whether
he's from the Hackensack bot
IONS or Hong kong-on-the-
Ganges."
Sloviski addressed the stranger
in several dialects, that ranged
in rhythm and cadence from the
sounds produced by a tonsilitis
sargle to the opening of a can OF
tomatoes with a pair of scissors.
The immigrant replied in accents
resembling the uncorking OF
bottle of ginger ale.
81 have you his name" reported
Sloviski. You shall not pro-
nounce it. Writing of it in paper is
better" They gave him paper. and
he wrote, "Demetre Svangvsk."
Looks like shorthand" said
the desk man.
"He speaks some language"
continued the interpreter. wipinG
his forehead. "of Austria and mix
ed with a little Turkish. And,
den, he have some Magyar words
and a Polish or two, and many
like the Rumanian, but not with
.out talk of one tribe in Bessa-
'rabia. l do not him quite under
stand"
would you call him a Dago or
n Polocker. or what" asked Mike.
browning at the pOlyglot descrip-
'tion-
He is a''-answered SlOviski-
r"he is al dink he come from
] dink he is a fool" he concluded.
impatient at his linguistic failure.
and if you pleases I will go back
at mine delicatessen."
whatever he is. he's a bird. -
said Mike Bowling: ''and you want
to watch him fly"
Taking by the wing the alien
fowl that had f1uttered into the
nest of liberty. Mike led him to
the door of the engine house and
bestowed upon him a kick hearty
enough to convey the entire ami
mus of Company 90. Demetre
Syangvsk hustled away down the
sidewalk. turning once to show
his ineradicable grin to the ag-
grieved firemen.
In three weeks John Byrnes was
back at his post from the hospital.
With great gustO he proceeded to
MY money on the Japs every
time" he declared. why, look at
them Russians - they're nothing
but wolves. Wipe en- out. l say
and the little old jiu jitsu gang
are just the cherry blossoms to DO
the trick. and don't you forget it,
The second day after Byrne' s
temperance came Demetre Swan
gvsk, the unidentified, to the en-
gine house. with a broader grin
than ever. He managed to convey
the idea that he wished 10 con-
Gratulate the hose-cart driver on
having caused the accident. This
he accomplished by so many ex-
travagant gestures and explosive
noises that the company was di-
Verted for half an hour. Then
they kicked him out again, and