Henderson daily dispatch. (Henderson, N.C.) 1914-1995, 1946-07-09
CHAPTER TwENTY.SEvEN
cepsrisht. lsis. b. Zelda Pepkia
Distributed b. King Fsat4fss Syndicate

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DIR. PECK stopped. cooked his
head sharply. but continued to talk
as II Corbett hadn't spoke n.
We've tried to do whatever was
asked 81 us. whatever we could.
And wished it were more. I think
Il think. perhaps. because think
ing anything else would be too
bitter dose-that most Of Amer
lea Is worth lighting for. Oh. the
tiashy stuff you see on luxury
trains or in the night clubs. why,
bless you, that isn't America.
That's the froth. Some might say
the scum. Arc they Synonymous
Why, can take you from house
to house. people I know. substan-
tial people, who haven't set foot
In a night club in all their lives
and don't care II they don't. I'd
IKE to show you the people with
sons in the service. working hard,
going about with lead in their
hearts. tight bands of strain on
their heads. working like :"
Making Valor Fabrics. War
Hero Prints"
The ceiling iignt caught the
CLINT of DR.. Peck's glasses as his
face tilted up. Come again. I
don't understand"
Dollars and cents. The for
tunes of war"
oh! You throw my own words
pack in my teeth Well. grant
ed they are making money, but
there isn't as much left to spend
as you think after taxes and War
Bonds. Don't let yourself fall hook
and line for those stories you hear
about fabulous pay in the war
pants. A hundred a week.
Iwenty-four fifty's more like it. At
dull. tedious jobs. / get around.
l meet all sort Of people. I know
those who're so anxious to send
their blood off to war that they
cheat. go from blood bank to blood
bank. offering their blood. to give
more than five pints n year. /
Know those who stand out in the
cold all night long. standing
watch on the docks for the Coast
Guard. Why, up in my county
there's a group of men. middle
aged. Woodworking men. who come
IN after work to man our hospital
ambulances. do the dirty night
work. orderlies' work, porters'
work, without asking thanks >"
And go home at night to their
families and friends, sleep in good
beds between clean sheets on the
best innersprings in the county"
DR.. Peck sighed deeply and said:
you pick things up fast, don't
you. lad? 1t seems to me / said
that to you. not too many hours
ago. Well. when you're right,
you're right. and I've sense enough
not to argue. The chasm is there.
The gulf between us and you. Be-
tween men WHO are free, free to
come and to go as they please.
and men who take orders. Be-
tween men who live horror and
men who read horror in press dis
patches" He halted a moment and
started again. You're probably
loo young TO remember. but after
The war, the one before this. nv
war. there was n very fine play
that tried to get across something
OF what 1t was like. WHAT PRICE
GLORY. His shutting feet dragged
along the pavement. beside the
quick. angry tap of the bom-
bardier's heels. Finally. he said
very softly: Don't hate us. / beg
YOU dom. hate us hncauoa ,,o.,o
been lucky"
They were passing Glen Argyle.
DR.. Peck stopped. I'm in this
Pullman. Want to get on?"
Corbett wheeled. No thanks"
The doctor turned with one foot
up on the stool. why. saw you
get on here at Jacksonville. ] as.
sumed you were in this car"
I'm In the coaches. Sixteen"