Evening star., 1931-12-27

tail, but even an agile imagina ton might nc
have foreseen the amount of blistering pro
family that the carrying details falling in jar
red out OF the two white bays who were alread
in the hole
"Us wuz fotchin' up de wiah whut you WI
In swivet foah,' explained Slue Foot betwee}
gasps for a little breath.
Wire, hell" ranted the hard-eyed phon
tender. II phoned 'em to send us up waite
Damn field phone individually, and all jug
headed officers. collectively. want water"
Slue Foots body having been CONSTRUCTED int
inactivity what passed with him as a brat
vibrated with spasm of thought. ThreE
meals uneaten he reflected, and fourth show
ing prominent promise of postponement III
squirmed at the unpleasant idea
Unless you calculate, seriously, on home
stealing this hole" the white boy suggested Il
his guests, "now's the time to emigrate."
Come erlong, Fiddle Face" urged Slue Foo(
Takes ouah feet in ouah hand, an sees XII
we salvage us a snack foah us ports back u
whah at Ole Capn is suspectin' u.s."
They crawled from the protection of TIL
shell hole. and, squatting low, plunged int
the cling1ng curtain Of fog All was quiet O
the Western Front, and Slue Foot. flooded witt
brain waves, let them slop over his lower lip.
us prances up to ole mess sargnt," he del
clared. ''an' say. Boy, us heroes is hongry. u
D.
Sargint say, 'Heah is de chicken, dulge youa1
selves. Finds de gin gourd by de whiskI
well, If you Graves lii dram to stimulat}
youah stummicks-ulp-ulp-
Boy, whut ails you?' irately demanded
Fiddle Face.
UP! UP" explained his pessimistic part
ner, helpfully.
Niger, one noah ulp outen you, an-ulp
ulp-ulp-"
Fiddle Face had rolled his eyes in the dill
rection of his ulping buddy; the rolling eyed
bulged and large beads of sweat strung them
selves on the wrinkles of CONSERVATION in hi
low forehead He tried to persuade his pop@
ping eyes that they were not resting on fv !
of the biggest and uglest Boche soldiers in tn I
war.
The five Germans, holding the paptatin1 >
pair at the points of their bayoneted rifles
gestured generously, and gushed a COB of guty
terals. From the scramble of sound, Slu| |
Foots tottering intellect seized on the oftl
repeated word, Essen
Sounds lax dat place whar dey makes den
Bush cannon" he cpined, privately. "SpecJ
dey sends us dar endurin' de wah."
The gutteral gushing Germans fretted Fiddl{
Face terribly
Talk United States" he demanded peeyI
ishly
"Gott sic dank! You speak dot English?I
fairly yelped the biggest and ugliest of tn
bayonet bearing Boshes. "Idt iss ye haff de|
letters from der Cheneral American. Idt is
concerning food. We are hungry We would
essen haben. We iss here" he explained
simply.
A MORE or less brilliant general Of the genI
eral staff, during season when the rain
of sunny France had caused his idea crop Il
be taken with the brain blight, conceived thI
nutty notion of having the bombing plano
drop pamphlets, boosting the merits of th|
two-handed American Army cafteria, instead
of bombs, among the simple soldiery of thJ
Fatherland. !
'Idt iss We haff letters from der Chenera|
American. Idt iss concerning food We arI
hungry We would essen haben. We are here,
the boy repeated, patiently.
The Boche, shaking slightly, handed SM{
Foot the missive, which in German promised
those who surrendered fair shake at a grubI
gorging contest to be staged at an unnamed
prison camp
What dat folded up papah say?" demanded
Fiddle Face
LAX dat Bush boy done tole us, Fiddl{
Face" Slue Foot answered, Importantly, his Low
forehead corrugated with the labor of readin}
the German script upside down. "Papah say
feed dem boys. 'Peahs lax ole ahmy is depen|
heavy on us to do hit Hogties EN- an pahkI
'em heah, whilst us sees kin us vittle. 'em lall
de papah say. .Aftah dat, unloads ,em on Old
Cap'n. Dem boys Is wuth five thousan' franc|
an a Paris pass Hogtie dat livin' forunte sol
dey CANT change ouah minds bout goin' y
Paris, an agile eroun." ....- ..