The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-04-01
Cat Fry
The Rabbit Tasted Great
Until the Diner Saw
Its Skin.

Until the Diner Saw
Its Skin.
TT Uosn't the cats aChiskerS
it 10ds the 10hoIe bloom
in cat that O pair Of dough-
boys pat array for Thdnk8giU-
ing dinner, and liked 1T. Until
one of them saU sthe cats
kin.
This is only one of the many
amusing yarns that Indianapolis
yeterans of the World war are
thinning for Times readers in The
Times World War Story Contest.
First prize is $40 for the best one
of the week. Second prize is So.
Get yours in now. Make it short,
50 all the boys can get their expert
ences in print.
Leslie Wakefield, 1909 East
Nea0 York street, Eighteenth
infantry, First division, a0Gs
the "Iucky" feGSter Uhen the
cat a0Gs served up.
TT was Thanksgiving day, and
l. after an all-night hike we set up
our pup tents on the outskirts of
French village for a day of rest.
My buddy, who was Polish, spoke
and understood little English. He
did know that it was Thanksgiving
day, and said, Me get meat, you
cook"
NV answer was 60 get it."
With his raincoat under his arm
he walked toward the village. About
an hour later he returned, handed
me his raincoat, which I unrolled
with my mouth watering. 1 said,
oh, boy, real rabbit"
I got busy, built fire in front
of our tent, got our mess kits ready
and fried it. When we had gnawed
the last bone, I said, Buddy, that
sure was fine dinner"
Pulling the skin of an Angora cat
from his blouse he remarked, See,
damn fine skin, too"
Ralph Lynch, 325 Healing
auenue, shoots one across 2Oith
q good dash of b1tmOr:
%DURING the dark days Of July,
~ 1918, when Allied victory was
hanging in the balance, we Of the
second division were being relieved
by the Ninety-second colored division
ana a French Moroccan division at
scissors.
Uncle Sans colored warriors
seemed eager to engage Fritz in
battle up until they came within
range of Fritz" heavy artillery.
A gun doomed in the distance, its
projectile whined, and burst within
100 yards of the marching troops.
Then a voice full of excitement
exclaimed, boy! Did yo' all heah
what dat shell done said to us?"
mo sub Rastus," replied his
buddy, "Wha' dat shell done say to
us. huh?"
boy, dat shell done said" STAN
mered Rastus, "Yo all amt nevah
goin' back to Al-a-bam!"
EdUard E. Murphy, 40
North jefferson Gvenue, gets
this one off has chest:
I served with the 3O5th Engineers
4 of the Eightieth division which
returned to the states on the U. S. S.
Troy. When we were about three
days out from this side, some Y. NJ.
c. A. workers were transferred to
our boat at night, and the next
evening they were out on the upper
dec.l throwing gum and chocolate
bars to the troops below, and asking
a lot of questions.
Finally an older man asked:
Boys what sign did you see the
most of while you were overSeas?"
expecting to the the answer "Y. NJ.
C. A" Instead, some soldier with a
voice like thunder roared out: of
f!cers only" which automatically
broke up the party.
The English take one on the
kjSser IN this story By John
r. letters, 1906 Central aye
nue:
T EFT Camp Winnal down at
IL Winchester at a. m. July II.
1918, and marched all day to South
ampton in a cold, dreary rain, with
nothing to eat. We pulled into
southampton at 5 p. m. and parked
on the docks, waiting to cross the
channel.
The English soldiers in nice. warm
hunks in the warehouses on the
docks. with fires burning in stoves.
eating and drinking. were jeering us.
We had our packs on our backs
We would smoke but could not
break ranks.
Finally an English soldier yelled
out: Hey, Sammies, what have you
got on your backs?"
And witty Irishman named John
Burns replied: Bunker Hill. you
-; climb it,"
No Need to Wait
Any Longeri