Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1928-04-20

Merry Sunshine is-not havin' a strong
s~tumick-why they just lets him 60
same as when you're seasick."
Clark leaned over and ran his fingers
speculatively along the chickens breast.
The chicken regarded him obviously.
AN this mornin'," said Delmonico, "I
near died when In walks Merry Sunshine,
all dressed up in a tight fttin' trench
coat an leather puttees. He gives me
tn up n down.
"Mornin', sergeant. Kinda s'prized to
see me. ain'tcha?' seq he.
Yeah seq I.
Ives, what?' SEE he and waits till l
say Sir Can yuh imagine! Then. tn
whole damn day he comes Sam Browne
beltin' round till I'm near crazy-tellin'
me how they's too much potatoes in tn
slum, an how / oughtta get along with
one K. P. SOS the rest can be gettin'
trained how to kill Germans.-Th' cock
eyed crookl-not that he's tough, yuh
understand; he never killed nobody; he
oney went with murderers. He's Just
dirty hope to spit on yr mess kit, he's
dirtyi"
Clark returned to the table.
You oughtta write a book about your
thrillin' adventures" he advised. will
you cut that pullet's head of. or have I
gotta do it2"
Delmonico looked up disp~assionately.
"Oh, awright, awright," he soothed.
Hey, you X. Psi Beat tan dom for
get you're due here at our o'clock to-
morrow mornin'-not a quarter after, al
not day after tomorrow. -Four o'clock
The releasted K. P.'s ducked out. and
Clark triumphantly brought the dutter-
ing chicken from its hiding place. Del
monico grasped it by the feet and held
it up for inspection.
Nice bird. amt she?" he smiled. II
gotta skill-selectin fowls"
Yeah. I give yuh credit" Clark re-
piled, but what Id like to see, Murphy,
is a little speed. Far as I can see. you
been dom your damnedest to find out
out can I live without eatin'."
The cooks grinned alphabetically.
"Oh, %awright," Delmonico growled.
Hey, Gus, gimme that knife"
The cook handed Delmonico q heavy
butcher knife, and the chickens neck
was outstretched on a carving board.
Close up to his head, now-close up
to his head" Clark warned. Don't waste
none a that bird"
Delmonico lowered the knife.
Wait a minute. Get that box to put
1t in while it kicks"
"Oh, fer Gods sake. Murphy"
We'll. 1 don't n get my kitchen
all messed up"
The box was brought, and the chicken
again poised for the execution.
Put that there pot O water in the
middle of the range, Gus. T he hotter 1t
, is, the easier it'll be to pick"
"All you gotta do, Murphy" Clark OBJ
served, 'is lop off that chickens head.
I'll pick 1T, an II yuh don snap into it
I'll do tn KILN, too
"Naqtnpca an order Ton. that's mp-I
gotta special kinda skill for neatness an
order"
Yeah, but the special kinda skill you
need right now, Murphy, is chicken kill
in skill. You amt addin' much TO your
reputation this night"
Delmonico raised the knife for the
slaughter, and at the same moment the
door of the kitchen opened. 1t was G
strained thirty seconds Three officers
looked in Upon them-Col. Nelson. an
other colonel frigid. strange one-anc
a second lieutenant in a tight fttinf
trench coat. After a brief interval OF
paralysis, Clark beloved, Attention.
and pelmonico again lowered the knife
%Languidly the chicken lifted its head
and surveyed the inspecting party. and
the inspecting party strobe forward cas-
ually and surveyed the chicken.
What is this?" Col. Nelson's eyes
turned sharply on Clark.
Clark swallowed three times.
"A-a-chicken, sir" he announced.
You don't sayl And what, might
inquire, is going on?"
well, sir, yuh see, Ian Sergt. Muir
phy-that is-well, sir, we bought this
here chicken off a Frawg farmer-an' VIC
was thinkin' we would eat it, sir"
The colonel regarded Clark for a mo.