Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-11-10

= LoYSIUs JACKSON had 10 wives
m and enough progeny to fill a score of
II refrigerator cars. Aloysius was a
blue-bloded, pink-eyed white-noSed
- hog, pride and JOY of all folk of
Iowa in general and pride and joy of Bud jack
son, his owner, in particular
Blue ribbons, silver cups and cold cash
AloySus had brought to the Jackson family,
wherefore he was given a last name, much
affection, good slop and better corn He was the
sultan of swine, superior in poise and majestic
In ayoirdupos-the latter, according to troy cal
culation with Jackson collaboration, being four
hundredweight AloySiuS had never had SAD
grunt in his five-year career till one afternoon
his handsome master came and leaned dismally
over his pen.
"Old boy" he soliloquized sadly they say
the pen is mightier than the sword but your
pen cannot hold me here. Uncle Sam Is calling,
and tomorrow start for Over There I want
you to be good pig while am gone, and II
SO I'll never eat another ham sandwich. Re-
member the name Jackson must never be low
cred, so don't wallow in the mud. Take In all
the fairs and stock exhibitions but keep clear
of the barbecues Goodby, old pal"
CIX months later he was just another buck
private, somewhere in France, marching
through mud. warbling monotonously Of an
agreeable little lady from Armentieres, and
thinking Of the old home and the hog he had
left behind him.
whats the matter, buddy?" solicitously ask
ed a girl in a Red Cross hut back of the fight
ing lines near scissors. She had pretty figure,
lovely black hair and beautiful gray eyes. You
look peaked Have ham sandwich"
"No thanks" growled Bud. Make mine vege-
tartan. I'm on diet"
The girl was puzzled. "An right" she con-.
ceded. "IIl fix you lettuce-and-tomato sand
Wich But one trouble is we are out OF lettuce
and I'll have to use cabbage Also ON account
of the high tariff and the U-boats we have not
yet received our Fall shipment OF tomatoes Too,
it seems I have misplaced the mayonna1Se.
I'm real sorry the bread isn't fresh and the
butter is stale, but assure you the cabbage
came in just Christmas before last After ALL
war is war, you know"
II don't believe I'm hungry" Pvt. jackson
decided. Say, you don't happen to have an
old copy of the Farmers Breeder Gazette, do
you? Any date will do"
mo- but we have Needlecraft and 1906
edition of mail order house catalogue" the
pretty girl answered. "But maybe your
speciality is cooking? think we have Nc
Guffey's reader, too If you want to brush up
on your English"
At this point stocky chap with bow-legs
anliably advised the girl to cease picking on
his pal. The girl sincerely claimed she thought
the Lad had been trying to tease her, but
there were any hard feelings she would be more
than glad to fix him real pimento cheese
sandwich and to find him a bottle of ginger ale
This fair and conciliatory offer met with no
rebuff from Bud jackson, and a few minutes
later the girl sat down companionably with
the two friends while other doughboys looked
on .enviously and harped about the service.
It seemed that Gen. Pershing had told the
bow-legged Yank, in confidence, that the
division was destined to encamp in that sec
ton for several months preparatory to great
drive on the German position. Pershing had
asked the advice of the bow-legged chap
whose name was Lew Mullins; former occupa-
ton. taxi driver, New York City-and Mullins
had cautioned Pershing to utilize generously the
spy service. An able spy. he declared, could do
more good than an entire regiment. A spy
Before we 60 any farther" opined Bud eft
seems only polite to let the little girl here give
her name and q. s. A. address In case the