Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1943-04-19
CHAPTER XXXVH

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THE TOP SERGEANT stuck
his head out of the supply room
and beckoned with his arm.
"COme ERE, YOU"
1 dropped my stable broom IN
the battery street and FASTENED
toward him, as one always does
when summoned by the top kick.
"WeIl, Pvt. HargrOve," he
said, "this Is a red-letter day
for you"
"YOu mean you're going 10
let me 60 out and drill like the
other fellows"
"NOOOO, Pvt. HargrOVe," he
said. IL mean I'm going TO let
you turn In all your equipment.
You are no longer To he "A
rookie, Pvt. HargrOve. You are
going to he an important work
ing cog In the great wheel Of
national defense. You are leay-
ing us, Pvt. HargrOVe."
l leaned against a filing cabinet
TO figure II out.
"YOu should be very. happy,
Pvt. Hargrove," he said ten
derby. II thought YOU would
have been in this three-mOnth
training cycle for at least six
years. You make me proud of
you"
WHAT'S THE DEAL?
whats the deal ?" | asked
"Where do 1 go and what do l
do?"
The sergeant chuckled an d
leaned back IN MS chair. he
sighed eCStatically twice Would
you really like 10 know, son, or
would you rather put II of as
long a. YOU cam"
Well" said thankfully,
"yOu can't be sending me out
rs a cook, because I don't know
anything about cooking ."
The sergeant sat back and
drummed happily on the table
Great gods" ! shouted I'm
not going 10 DE "A cannoneer, am
IL"
The top sergeant rocked back
and forth on the hind legs Of his
chair and hummed half chorus
Of Maple on the Hill tNo y.
NO, Pvt. Hargrove," he said
after another long pause. you're
not going 10 be cannoneer.
We're going 10 give YOU a job
where YOU can use your natural
talents"
KING IN KITCHEN
you're going Ia he first
cook. HargTove," he SAID fondly
'NOt Just "A plain cook. \ head
cook! \ king in your own
kitchen. "A man OF RESPONSE
bility. Amt that loVely?"
| was appalled, | clawed silently
for air while Sgt Goldsmith re-
sumed his soft humming Of
Maple on the Hill no. -.
You can't do this to me-" I
roarcd, when my breath re-
turned.
Sgt Goldsmiths eyes wan
drrcd guilelcSsly 10 the ceiling,
"YOu don't know anything about
cooking. huh? That's bad, boy,
that's bad. Why, you're supposed
TO he on shift right now"
Sergeant" ! said, II couldn't
fry an egg right now II II had
directions on the package"
you're in the cooks battery,
amt YOU. You've been going To
cooking school and you've been
sent to a kitchen for all these
weeks. You're supposed to be
graduated any day now. What
have YOU been doing In the
kitchen put YOU In ."
MAKES JERK-ADE
Making jerk-ade," I OK
planned, "chopping celery, peel
ing onions. They say get in
their way. They say keep
spirits too high and production
too low"
81 feel for you," the sergeant
said 81 deeply sympathiZe.
You're going 10 he mighty un-
popular little boy I'm your new
home. II that supper tonight
don't melt I'm them boys mouths
and send them clamOring for
more, they'll either massacre
you or run YOU over the hill.
That's one thing the boys won't
allow--bum cooking
sgt. Goldsmith. sir" ] i'm
plored him. "cant somebody
else go in my stead: Somebody
who can cook? Look at me--a
digger OF bitches, n mopper OF
floors, scrubber of kitchens, a
ministering angel 10 under
nOurished grass plots, but a
cook never! You don't know
what you're doing TO me-"
The top kick looked dreamily
through the orderly-room door.
son." he said, you're going TO
make n perfectly brcath-taking
Horrible Example,"
/ had nothing more 10 say. The
sergeant crossed his right foot
over his left knee and sat watch
ing a fly on the window screen.
The he rose and walked back
into the supply room Thomas"
he said, CHECK in this yardbird's
equipment"
Sgt Israel looked up from his
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