Newark leader. ([Newark, Ohio]) 1917-1946, 1940-05-09

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meeting Halle about fifty feet
from the house.
"Have any luck" asked Halle
and then, as he got whiff of
the aroma de barnyard: "Hell's
BELLS; whatcha got on yu?"
"If you laugh, I'll open this
bottle of cognac over your head"
he warned, as Halle started his
tantalizing grin. "Sure, ! had
luck, if that's what you call it.
Me, | call it using the old noodle.
Let's shake this town for a little
while until we get rid of the liq-
uor. 1t won't do for anyone to
know we have it, cause that old
lady is sure going to miss it and
raise H..
A few minutes later the con-
spirators were seated along the
roadway leading into town, each
with bottle in his hand contain
ing about a pint of cognac.
"Say," calculated Halle, "this
is the best stuff I've had since
/ swiped the lieutenant's quart
of "Old Crow"
"Yeh," said Curly between
gurgles, "and if you don't talk
little more quiet, someone's gon-
ma hear you and you'll wish you
had never drank anything but
lemon pop. "These confounded
M. P.'s have more ears than
brains"
"Well, let 'em hear if they
want to. They won't get any of
this liquor, even if they do pick
me up" answered Halle, as he
threw away the empty bottle.
"Say, that was great" he con-
tinued; "are you gonna drink all
of yours 2" eyeing Curly's near
ly empty half-litre bottle.
"Why you old rum blotter, dye
think Pm going to pass this
around after l work like a mig
ger dog-robber to get it, not to
mention fallin' in manure pile
on the getaway. Just watch
your Uncle Dudley" And Curly
tilted the bottle once more, hold
ing it there till the last drop had
disappeared down his throat.
The two friends then started
back toward town.
"Say, l feel like goin' back
and tryin' for another one, said
Halle. "Phew," he added, that's
got a wallop in it." And he
started to sing, "Oh, the old gray
mare, She"
"Shut up, yu darn fool" in
terrupted Curly. "Do you want
to get us put in the guard
house 2"
By this time they were enter
ing the town, and Halle was
walking all over the road. Once
more he started to sing, and
Curly shut him up.
"Say, you half-wit, all the Of
ficers live right down that street.
Keep your mouth shut or they'll
be on our tail. And then they'll
learn where the old lady's cog
nae went"
But Houghton was past reason
ing with. "Who cares? ?" he ask
ed. "Tell you what: let's go
down officers row and call on
'em."
ooh Lordw groaned Curly to
himself. 81 suppose I'll have to
cOnk that"
whats the matter here ?"
came voice out of the darkness
that sounded like the below of a
bull.
Donavan felt his knees wobble.
"The Old Man," he muttered:
"we're sunk"
Halle answered the question,
however, with: "Who wants to
know?"
"I do"
"Who are you?" persisted
Halle.
"I'm the colonel" thundered
that person.
"The he you are; Curly,
meet the colonel"
Came grunt that might have
been a choked-off laugh; then,
Corporal of the guard"
Coming" answered a voice,
and a non-commissioned officer
came up at trot. whats a.
trouble here ?" he said; then,
seeing the regimental command
er, he drew up short with a sa-
lutte.
"Take them to the guard
house," said the colonel.
eyes, sir; forward march, you
BIRDS"
The turn of affairs had parti-
ally brought Halle to a realiza-
tion of what he was up against,
and he went along without a
murmur.
Arriving at the guard house,
the sentry on duty opened the
door. "Step forward, please" he
cried initiating a street car con-
ductor.
"H- fire." came voice from
the inside. "They amt no room
in here for company"
"Shut up" snapped the cor
poral. Sticking his head inside
the door he tried to pierce the
gloom to see how much space
there was left. Wham-a hob
nail shoe took him full in the