Evening star., 1931-12-27

Slue Foot parked his heavy ration RESPONSE
bllities deep in the underbrush, with implicit
instructions to stay put and he and Fiddle
Face started out
From the vantage point Of cump of brush
Slue Foot searched the surrounding scenery
for ration dump.
"Dawgone, Fiddle Face" he lamented, looks
lax ole ahmy doan hgger to feed us heroes"
slue Foot started to turn back, when his
rowing eyes fell upon a burly sergeant, two
shades blacker than q rainy night who was
tenderly tending two-wheel ration cart.
Hot dam, Fiddle Face. us is settin' now"
ne whispered, excitedly. Oar ole sargent Mid
night Mooney, wild load OBJ eatmints Spec
us manages wild him foah snack foah u.s.
emmy how"
slue Foot, with the air of boy burdened
bad with big business hustled forth into the
open. Apparently catching sight of the serg-
cant for the first time he hailed him in a
voice heavy hung with good fellowship, mingled
with deep respect.
Does you crave cigarette Sarge?" Slue
Fooe inquired sol1citously, producing from its
hlolng hole his last treasured tailormade
Sarge glommed the cigarette, lit it, and
regarded the donor through a thick fog Of
smoke and suspicion
Does you figger all dat Sarge business gifts
you emmy chow" he demanded of the splay
footed diplomat, coldly
Why, Sargint," protested Slue Foot you
is laborlng under conclusion. Is you sport,
you lets bygones be fergit an gins heavy wild
men Fiddle Face"
rs in Swivet to see dat GIN" announced
Midnight. Words you sez wild gin, it's diff
ferent.
Slue Foot fished from the pistol pocket of
his pants square bottle. Midnight grunted
and grabbed. He worried the cork from the
bottle with his teeth threw back his head.
and let the soothing stream splash against
MS tonsils to break up long dry spell that
hao threatened to stretch out into a drought
Midnights beetling brow became bedewed
with the sweat of the gins earnest endeavor.
he attempted to walk but gave it up as one
OF those plumb piddling and highly unnecessary
tnlngs boy so often encounters in life
Hot diggety dog! Fiddle Face" then mar
Veled Sue Foot did you see dat liquid dyna-
mite explode in dat boys innards?"
The liquid dynamite container was deposited
In handy shell hole without creating any
colored casuals.
slue Foot began a forward movement with
the ration buggy.
GIFTS us in jam wild dat ration cart"
Fiddle Face phophesied, pessimistcally
"Gits Midnight in jam, meybbe," answered
slue Foot, carelessly. Oats Midnight's own
pussonal misery. Us eats de fancy fixin,s.
Feeds de Bush boys de leavins eff emmy"
Before Slue Foot could convince the argufy-
ing boy that the result would repay tbs exer-
ton of salvaging the ration cart, a shiny staff
car came to a purring stop between them and
the nearest fringe of friendly underbrush Out
OF its interior emerged full fedged general
followed by fedgfng staff.
THE generals eagle eye fell full upon the cart,
and the carts guardians and his booming
voice brought them to shvering STOP
Nov, my man." quoth the general, sternly.
spearng the shaking Slue Foot with baleful
glare, II find you in possession of my private
ration cart and Sergt. Mooney missing"
Slue Foot drew long breath, and began a
rambling story which he hoped wouldn't end in
the guard house.
"Gineral, suh," he explained, "its dis way
LAX us is gwina 'splain puffecty to you, suh
Mem Fiddle Face, Fiddle Face he dis long
connected boy whut is wild me heah me n
Fiddle Face, sub, Ole Cap'n done send us up
wild wire, me n Fiddle Face is gwne erlopg, n
Fiddle Face he allow ez how"
stop that stalling, beloved the general
"An need is your names and outfit. You
can tell that fairy story to group of trustful
court-martial officers
"Gineral yes sub, dat right, jis' fxin' to git