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I9JI ETHYL GASOLINE October 24, 1931 L i b e r t y 3 POCKET BEN JOINS PAUL WHITEMAN’S ORCHESTRA Paul TVhiteman finds Pocket Ben on time to tlie dot—after riding on trigger-arm oj bass drum infamous orchestrafor more than 10,000 beats! Thinner, smaller, and as faithful and depend- able as the dav is Iong. Pocket Ben comes in lustrous nickel, with silvered metal dial, attraetive pierced hands, antique bow and crown. Convenient pull-out set. He’s fully guaranteed and a member of the famous Westclox farnilv of La Salle, Illinois. POCKET BEN Made by the makers of Big Ben 50 IV TAKES 3-HOUR “BEATING” ON BASS DRUM TRIGGER-ARM Stili Keeps Accurate Time CHICAGO; ILL,—(Special)—Br-r-r-r BANG! And Pocket Ben—clamped to the trigger-arm of the bass drum in Paul Whiteman’s orchestra—erashed into the first number of a program of lively tunes. Pocket Ben took a “beating” for a good three hours in this ne\vest stunt—yet again came through ticking away as merrily as the day he was born. For this thrill, Pocket Ben enlisted Paul Whiteman’s aid at the National Broad- casting Company Studio in Chicago. Here, at 10:27 a. m. he was clamped to the trigger-arm of the bass drum. With a crash of the cymbals and a thundering “boom, boom” from the drum, the orchestra opened its program with“Happy Days Are Here Again.” No mercy ■n as shown Pocket Ben. Each time the hammer thumped the drum, Pocket Ben suffered a sudden, jarring shock. Three hours later the famous leader brought his program to a close with a medley of popularsongs. Members of the orchestra slipped from their places and clustered around the “traps”— only to find Pocket Ben ticking calmly along, and on time to the dot—1:28 p.m. Evenl0,752 jolting drum beats failed to interrupt the faithful timekeeping of Pocket Ben. “The shock-proof watch”—thaCs what he’s called! Although handsome enough to carry in the most polite circles, Pocket Ben is equally at home roughing it on the job where a little punishment is just a part of the day’s work. estet O X . . . . POCKET W A T C H E S . . . . ALARM S . . AUTO C L O C K S 4 Oct. 24, 1931 Vol. 8 No. 43 Editorial and Executive Offices : Macfadden Building, 1926 Broadway, New York, N. Y. Advertising Office. Graybar Building, New York, N. Y. Branch Offices—Chicago: 333 North Michigan Avenue. Boston : Little Building. Detroit: Fisher Building. Published weekly by Liberty Publishing Corporation, 1926 Broad>vay, New York, N. Y.: Lee Ellmaker, Publisher; Orr J. Elder, President; Harold A. \Vise and Carroll llheinstrom, Vice Presidents; Wesley F. Pape, Secretary; Wm. Maurice Flynn, Execu- tive Editor. Entered as second class matter June 28, 1927, at tlie Post Office at Ne\v York, N. Y., under the act of March 3, 187 9. Copyright, 1931, by Liberty Publishing Corporation in the United States and Great Britain. Ali rights re^rved. Contributors are especially advised to be sure to retain copies of their contributions; othenvise they are taking an unnecessar.v risk. Every possible effort will be made to return unavailable manuscripts, photographs, and draivings (if accompanied by postage) ; but we will not be responsiblc for any losses of such matter contributed. Five cents a copy. By mail, $2.50 a year for the United States and possessions, also Cuba, Mexico, and Panama. Ali other countries, including Canada, $5.00 per year. No subscriptions less than one year. Allow four vveeks for change of address. 45P* Address ali Communications to 1926 Broadway, Neve York, N. Y. “ That this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom, and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.” —Abraham Lincoln. DO WE FAVOR BOOZE? Many of our friends seem to think that because we have so caustically condemned the Prohibition Law we believe in the flowing bowl, the open saloon, and ali the various associated evils. The writer is a teetotaler. He welcomed the Pro¬ hibition Law when it was first announced. “ The drink- ing evil will now be eliminated,” was the natural thought at that time, although the policy of using governmental f orce in this manner was questioned. Previous to the passing of the Prohibition Law the country was gradually going dry. Drunkenness was everywhere in disfavor. Big Business had definitely put out the drunkard. It recognized the drinking habit as a generally devitalizing, destructive influence. The drinking man was not dependable; the worker who went on a drunk occasionally soon found himself out of a j ob. The liquor habit gradually steals away the best there is in human character. It slowly but surely saps the vitality. The statistics of insurance companies clearly indicate that even temperate drinking lessens one’s span of life by a few years. But the principle of forcing people to be good by law is never successful, especially when there is a great difference of opinion on the subject. And more espe- cially, as is the čase in this instance, when the liquor can be so easily manufactured in one’s own home. Fruit juice of any kind, if allowed to ferment, be- comes a beverage with alcoholic eontent. Almost any food product that is fermented, with the proper amount of water added, will also make an alcoholic drink. And when we simply deny people the privilege of using alco¬ holic beverages, and make no effort to edueate them as to the harmful influence, their defiant attitude should natu- rally be expected. Then there are the social activities that accompany drinking. A certain amount of spirituous liquors are usually required on such occasions. The average indi- vidual seems to need a stimulant to awakap his social proclivities. The aliveness, the fervor, the špirit of appreciation of association with others seem to be lack- ing without alcoholic stimulation. That idea may be a perversion, and we should be thankful that it is not by any means a universal view- point. But booze we have! Unlimited quantities of it! The one great idea of prohibition was to do away with the saloons, and they were ali closed. But we have the speakeasy, which is worse by far than saloons ever were. Previous to prohibition \vine and beer were con- sumed in large quantities. Now hard liquor is popular —one can get more “ kick ” into a hip-pocket flask. Innumerable people have lost their lives through drinking the poisonous dope now sold for liquor, and how anyone with an atom of respect for his stonjach can run the risk of using the questionable stuff supplied by bootleggers is beyond intelligent comprehension. When the human race is truly civilized the liquor question will solve itself. With the proper educational system we will be taught as children the baneful effects / of this beverage. But with the young people at present there is a universal curiosity to know something ahout liquor, and the tendency of the youth of today is to go after that which is forbidden them. Then, too, this fiery liquid arouses a semblance of hilarity. It often makes one talkative and sociable. One’s natural modesty or reserve is removed, and young people thus affected get the idea that they are having a good time. They are making “ whoopee,” and life mo- mentarily becomes one grand swirl of gayety. But booze is a gay deceiver. Its true character is brought to light when one awakens in the morning after a drunken brawl. What we need is education and more education as to the baneful effects of tippling—and less prohibition. IN THIS The Twilight of the Gangster— Part 1. . Edward Doherty 5 How much longer are we going to put up with hira ? Try to Keep Up with a Girl —a štoru .Ferrin Fraser 10 Did Prohibition Increase Crime? Ella A. Boole 16 No! says the president of the W. C. T. U. Four Months of His Life— a štoru .George S. Brooks 22 Roguery, Sugar, and Sin— Movie reviews Frederick James Smith 30 Dance and Stay Young .George M. Cohan 32 The famous comedian teliš some secrets of his success Ample Justification —a short short štoru ... J. Frank Davis 37 ISSUE Dog-Robber— a što ru .Louis Adamič 42 Our Chances in the Next 01ympics. . Lawson Robertson 48 With some side light s on the games in the pasi Lost Squadron— Part iv .Dick Grace 54 $5,000 in Prizes in a Jig-Saw Contest. 59 To the Ladies !.Princess Alexandra Kropotkin 60 Around the World with the Gypsy Jockey Robert Benck. .ey 61 Editorial (p. 4); Twenty Questions (29); Crdlization’s Progress (38) ; For the Love o’ Lil (39) ; Vox Pop (40-41) ; Bright Sayings of Children (45) ; Cross Word Pvv.zles (46-47) Cover by Leshe Thrasher October 24, 1931 L i b e r t 41 Go,pd Old Gravity! Vancouver, B. C., Can. —I've just come to the end of Rutherford Mac- Meehen’s article, “ Rockets—the New Monsters of Doom.” In his Earth-to- Mars rocket, when the puli of gravity ceases the scientiste and everything in the rocket will be lighter than feathers. If one scientist addresses another he vili blow him away and fall baclcwards hiraself. If anyone takes a step the pressure of his foot \vill make him float to the ceiling, just as a shove will send an inex- perienced skater sliding helplešsly over the ice. If a glass of water is lifted the liquid vili float out like smoke, only more quickly. Knives, forks, papers, chairs, and tables, on being moved, will keep on šlowly ricocheting about in straight lines until arrested in mid-air by fric- tion. If the scientists wish to do things they vili have to crawl about li 1 " apes or swim in the air like fish. Their muscles, lungs, heari ;m- achs and brains will act very pe<»A r!y and their mathematical calculations v ili eertainlv bear checking. Their hair vili stand on end and their eves and features will be distorted. Somebody should write a nightmafe - tlirille- about it. Mr. MacMechen says to vatch for this—that it is coming! You can count me out! — D. H. S. An Authority Cracks Sylvia’s Egg Knoivledge Tarrytoyvn, N. Y.—An old friend of mine, and former President of the Amer¬ ican Poultry Association, calls my at- tention to Sylvia’s parting shot at the American egg, in “ A Masseuse Looks at the Starš.” Sylvia stated that an egg is O. K. when less than twenty-four hours old, but that any egg over tventy- four hours old isn’t there any more. She further added that it is “ practically impossible to obtain an egg that has not lain in cold storage anywhere from ten. veeks to ten years.” Sylvi&. may know her raeket, so let her persuade the Holly\vooden Indians to establish private chicken farms with trained hens that will come into the master’s gold-lined breakfast room and lay an egg in his egg cup while he is saying grace. But the rest of us 120-odd million American^, vili continue to eat eggs as is, without regard to what Sylvia knows about eggs and eggonomics. Take, for instance, that-invariable ten vceks of minimum storage. How come, vhen for about half of each year the priče of eggs is on the up- grade and any producer or dealer who didn’t rush his eggs to market as fast as he could would be as dumb as a child vho svaps a dime for a nickel because the nickel is bigger? That debunks half of Syl- via’s eggology. As for the ten years’ maximum storage, it happens to cost money to keep cold storages cold,-to say nothing of interest on the in- vestment and depreciation of the eggs. Eggs are never stored longer than from the spring season of low priče to the. fall and early vinter season of higher priče simply because it is eco- nomic suicide to attempt it. No one claims that a storage egg is as good as a fresh one, but even vithout cold storage it happens that an egg will keep from two to three weeks and can then be put into an incubator and hatch out a healthy chicken. Nature’s processes of producing life are a lot more susceptible to any bio- chemic deterioration of food nutrients than even a Hollywood actor’s stomach. So Sylvia’s nutritjonal Science is too bad to even make goo^d bunk. In defense of my atithority to debunk Sylvia’s eggology, may\I state that I am Food Euitor of Physical\Culture Maga- ' zine and that, when I wa\formerly em- ployed as a scientist in the Department of A-griculture at Washington, I made a survey of the nation’s egg\ trade for Uncle Sam .—Milo Hastings. \ College Husbands and College JVives Chicago, III.—1 have just finl^hed reading “ The College Wife,” by Ju«jge Ben B. Lindsey. It’s a dandy. T^e Judge sure knows his stuff when it comes to marriage. Good stuff! Let’s\ have more, more, more like it.— Doc. Indianapolis, Ind. —Just a fev lines on “ The College Wife,” by Judge Lindsey. Most of the students in eol- leges are too young to think seriously about matrimony. For another large gToup it is an economic impossibility. Many others are not even interested. Quite a few are .vaiting for the right person to tura up. Most girls vili marry in college if they can find a man who is wealthy, but, unfortunately, there are not enough of these to go around. The social life as it exists in colleges today has no plače for married students. Unfortunately they suffer from this os- tracism and miss a great many things. Wrong, perhaps, but just try and change an established convention of that sort. Among those that married while going to school the majority agreed that it vas not the thing to do. -— J. A. M. St. Louis, Mo.—S peaking from ex- perience, I know every vord Judge Ben B. Lindsey vrote is the truth. Being married while attending college, I vas able to put into, and get out of, my studies values that my classmates had not time to enjoy. While they vere vor- ried and excited about dates, clothes, and veek-ends, I vas able to study and vork hard and accomplish things ih the serene knovledge that the mad rush for popu- larity vas over; and that I was vorking hard for someone vho vas vorking hard for me. It is high time parents avoke to the fact that college students are no longer immature children, but healthy men and vomen, and that only harmful results can come from the stifling of the sex forces.— Ex-College Wife. The Boiled Shirt Make s the Man, but Not the Worna n Shreveport, La. — In “ To the Ladies!” Princess Alexandra Kropot- kin advišes the ladies to vaste no pity on men because of the discomfort of their formal evening clothes, adding that men won’t vear anything different even vhen they get the chance, and that men are “ ’fraid cats ” vhen it comes to being conspicuous. We men do not vant any pity from the ladies, and, vhat’s more, I have yet AW, OUIT ITApA to hear a man say he vas uncomfortable in evening clothes. And, on top of that, I have heard several ladies say they vished they could vear men’s clothes. They try to do so literally, but don’t have any lučk vhere a he-man is concerned. It is the ladies vho are to be pitied. Mere man is not troubled vith the fear of “ nothing to vear ” vhen a social occasion presenta itself .—Nate Mehi. 42 L i b e r t y October 24, 1931 ‘JjOG'- ROBBER The £tory of a fo Idi er s Cjfareivell By Louis Adamič Pictures by Edgar McGraw (Reading time: 13 minutes 1,5 seconds.) S OMEHOW, every time I think of Hicks a shudder runs through me, and frequently I can’t help think- ing of him. Sometimes I suddenly awake at night and find myself trembling, with recollections of Hicks— and especia!ly of his last act—throbbing in my brain. But for him, I and eight other men, most of whom, I think, are also. stili living, would probably ha ve been dead thirteen years ago. Hicks—Eddie Hicks—was a private in Company M, —th Infantry, the outfit of \vhich I was a member through most of the war. In appearance he was the most un- soldierly man in the regiment, possibly in the entire A. E. F. He had enlisted for the duration of emergency a few \veeks after the United States entered the war, when the recruiting officers, as the phrase went, “ took in almost anything.” How he passed the examination for overseas Service, however, is more than I can explain. By rights, when the outfit went over in the summer of 1918, he should have been transferred to some noncombatant group and retained in the United States. He was a sort of caricature of a soldier: small, thin, misshapen, painfully inadequate—or at least inadequate- seeming. Most of the men in the companv considered him ridiculous and funny. Thev openly laughed at him. Men from other companies in the regiment would ask us: “ Who’s that goof you got in your outfit? ” Hicks’ right leg was fairly straight, \vhile his left one \vas definitely knock-kneed, \vhich made it difficult for him to bring his heels together—a most serious fault in a soldier. He could not walk straight. He had an oblique amble, which invariably provoked a smile on the face of anyone who saw him for the first time. He was the object of the drill sergeanfs most elaborate and fiercest profanity. Marching at attention in close- order drills, he seemed unable to carry his rifle at the prescribed angle. Hiking at route step, he appeared to be in ceaseless danger of \valking into the ditch on the left- hand side of the road. In bayonet drills, charging a dummy, when he was required to look ferocious and blood- thirsty, he provoked loud guffaws on the part of the rest of the company. His hips were wider than his shoulders, and more of his chest was under his shoulder blades than in front. He had a long, veiny neck \vith an extremely active Adam’s apple. When idle, his big hands and thin long arms did not seem to .belong to him. He was always painfully self-conscious and awkward, except when he was doing something. He loved to work, and at some Tivo of out men were killed and one ivomided. of the ordinary laboring tasks he \vas very efficient. His usual manner was that of a half-s ared mongrel dog eager to please and be friendly. One could easily imagine him wagging a tail. Oppressed as he was by a terrible feeling of inadequacy and inferiority, he seemed constantly to be trying to apologize for his existenee. He \vas happiest when everybody left him alone—which \vas not often. He was the butt of more jokes and wise cracks than any other man in the outfit. He endured ali the laughter at his expense the best he knew how: by grin- ning and pretending not to hear it. He had a longish, unsymmetrical face, with a narrqw, pointed chin; loose, rather thick lips, \vhich fa.Vled to conceal his uneven yellow teeth; large ears, one m which seemed bigger than the other; and niče, mild b lue-gray eyes, which on occasions when someone was friendly and halfway decent to him illumined his whole face and made it almost attractive. His narrow, tallish forehead sloped Š October 24, 1931 Libertv 43 That Hicks wasn’t either killed or ivounded seemed a miracle to me. He did more ivork than amjone else. gently upward from the bushy, uneven eyebrows. His thinning, stiff hair would not stay combed, no matter how much he greased it. As company clerk, I learned from Hicks’ Service rec- ord that he hailed from Newark, New Jersey, and \vas * thirty vears of age. At the recruiting depot he had given “ janitor ” as his trade, and when once I asked him where he had been a janitor, he explained, in his shy, stuttering way, that for many years he had made his living, in the summertime, by -vvatering and mowing lawns in a residential section of Newark, and in the rvinter by tending furnaces in a number of hornes. He had no relatives or dependents any\vhere. On en- isting he had given, for entry in the Service record, a >ame and address in Nervark which he claimed \vere those of a friend whom he rvanted to be notified in čase he died in the Service; but both the name and the address, I believe, were fictitious — for when, after his death, the company commander wrote there, the letter was l*e- turned, “ Unclaimed.” Of his early life I know nothing save that he was born in Newark and graduated from a public school there; which information I also found in his Service record. When he first came to the company I asked him a few personal questions, but after a while I recognized that it was hard for him to talk of himself. One’s curiosity bewildered him, and he began to blush and stutter and stammer. Shortly before the outfit went overseas, the first ser- geant recommended to the company commander that he make Hicks his striker, or “ dog-robber,” as a striker or officer’s servant is more or less contemptuously called by other soldiers. “ The man is not fit for regular duty, sir,” he said. The captain said ali right, and Hicks beeame a “ dog- [CONTINUED ON NEXT PAGE] 44 L i b e r t y October 24, 1931 r DOG-ROBBER "] LContinued from page forty-threeJ robber.” Later the lieutenants in the company asked him to be their striker too. He made an excellent dog-robber. As such he was excused from most military duties. We made him also a sort of orderlv for the company headquarters. When not busy taking čare of the personal needs of the three officers, he hung around the company office tent or dugout (de- pending on whether we were behind the lines or at the front), holding himself in readiness to be of Service to anyone who might teli him to do something. I saw a great deal of him—an infinitely good pathetic soul. ]\ TOST of us in the headquarters group, including the t' A officers, treated him rather decently, and he developed toward ali of us a simple, doglike devotion. I believe he was happy trying to an- ticipate our needs and wishes. He almost made himself a dog- ^ robber to me and the top ser- geant. I had to discourage him from this servility. “ Oh, that’s y ali right, corporal,” he would say. “ I like to do it.” In France, some of the men in \ the company—the more ignorant * and thoughtless ones—began to make fun of Hicks because of his palpable inexperience with girls. They urged him to go on a pass and make love to some French girl, and even proposed to help him date one up. I know that in the fevv months that \ve ^ spent in the drill area, preparatory to going to the front, Hicks was immenselv miserable on this account. The first ser- geant and I tried to stop some of this cruel kidding, but with little success. Later, however, when we finally got into l the trenches toward the middle of the fall in 1918, the fun-making at Hicks’ expense imme- ' diately diminished. We were given to occupy a comparatively quiet section on the Meuse-Ar gonne front; but even so \ve were shelled every few days. And Hicks stood the first bombard- ^ ment that the outfit experienced as well as any of us, perhaps better than most of us. He doubt- \ less was scared to an unmentionable point, but kept his fear well under control. Which gained him con- siderable respect both among the noncoms and tfie privates. The company commander appointed him a first-class private. , After Hicks got used to life in the trenches he would ask me every few days: “ Did you hear any- thing, corporal? ” “ What do you mean? ” “ Are we going over soon ? D’you think we’ll see some action? ” “ I don’t know,” I said. “ I hardly think so. Why? ” Then he would usually blush and get too flustered to say anything else. Thinking about him, I imagined he was anxious to get into action and either excel himself in fighting or get killed or wounded, or both excel himself as a soldier in war and become a casualty. I began to feel that life meant very little to him. One night, after we had been at the front for about a week, another noncom and I were detailed to take half a dozen men each and repair the wire entanglements along our line of trenches which had been torn up by German shells early that morning. We could pick the men. When Hicks heard of the detail, he came to me and, in his timorous way, begged me to take him along. “ You won’t be disappointed, corporal,” he said. To repair the entanglements was no great job in itself, but it took us most of the night. We were ali fright- fully green, and then, too, every few minutes the area would be swept by enemy machine-gun fire. Two of our men were killed and one was wounded. That Hicks wasn’t either killed or wounded seemed a miracle to me. He did more work than anyone else, and \vhen the machine guns began to rattle he usually ducked into a shell hole or threw himself prone upon the ground onlv when I hissed at him or pulled him down bodily. He suffered only a few scratches on his hands from the wires. Thereafter, of course, Hicks was no longer kidded by anybody. Even the crudest and the most unthinking of the men in the company began to respect him, almost defer to him, although he stili continued to be the officers’ dog-robber, and turned red from the roots of his straggly hair to his collar bone when a Salvation Army woman came into the trenches and gave us each a few doughnuts. They no longer called him by the comical nicknames thev had given him back in the United States. Hicks deeply appreciated my taking him along on the wire-entanglement detail. It had given him a chance to show that he was no mere dog-robber, unfit for other duty; indeed, that he prob- ably could be as useful in war- fare as anyone. His devotion to me during the ensuing week often embarrassed me, and to keep him from making a nuisance of himself with his eagerness to do things for me, I had to be al¬ most rude to him. “ I hope I can do something for you some day,” he said on one occasion. “ Oh, forget it, will you ? ” I said, annoyed. VVe were in those trenches for two weeks. The day before we were relieved, the line was quiet for miles on either side of us. In the afternoon, eight of us were in our company headquarters dugout. We were the company headquarters group, waiting for the captain to return from the company commanders’ meeting at the regimental dug¬ out, which was somewhere behind the line. Several candles and a lantern burned in the plače. Two of the men were officers. The first lieuten- ant sat at the improvised desk in the corner near the entrance. I think he was writing a letter. The second lieutenant leaned against a wall near him, leisurely rolling a cigarette. The other six were enlisted men. The top sergeant and I sat on the bunk nearest the desk. The “ top ” had a pad on his knee, making out a detail. I was typing a report on the small portable machine which I had on my knees. On another bunk, across the dug¬ out, were the supply and mess sergeants. I forget what they were doing; possibly playing cards. On the third bunk sat Hicks, alertly watching for an opportunity to be of some Service or assistance to some- one. And not far from him, toward the center of the dugout, was the company bugler, a lad in his later teens, tying up his pack on the floor. A S the second lieutenant finished rolling his cigarette, -‘A Hicks jumped up from his bunk and, striking a match, lit the cigarette for him. “ Thanks, Hicks,” said the lieutenant. I looked up from my typewriter just as Hicks put out the match, but I had been vaguely aware of the whole scene around me for several minutes before. Then the captain entered. “ Well, we’ll be out of here at six in the morning,” he said. Then he turned to Hicks. “ Hicks—” he began. I imagined he was going to send him on an errand. “ Yes, sir,” said Hicks. He was on his feet to take the captain’s order. But before the captain could say another word, the young bugler, \vho was kneeling on the floor busy with his equipment, let out a yell. I looked at him. I suppose everybody else looked at him. Then he jumped up and stood in the middle of the dug- October 24, 1931 Dog-Robber — By Louis Adamič 45 out with a large Service grenade—a “ pineapple,” as we were beginning to call them—in his right hand. He was terror-stricken. As it appeared later, in getting to- gether his equipment, the boy—a mere recruit with scarcely any in- struction in handling grenades—had taken the thing from its safety Con¬ tainer and at the same time acci- dentally withdrawn the little safety pin. As little as he knew about grenades, he knew that with the safety pin re- moved the grenade would explode within seven seconds! Now, in his terror, in- stead of tossing it out of the dugout, which he con- ceivably could have done, he let out another seream and dropped the grenade on the floor. Ali this occurred, per- haps, in less than three seconds. Then someone else, realizing the danger, let out a shout. But before I could even turn around I was knocked back and aeross the bunk by a ter- rific explosion. The first thing that I thought of, lying in that smoke-filled, stinking hole, and with that awful din ringing in my ears, was how funny it was that it hadn’t killed us ali. Instead, here was a man (who turned out to be the top sergeant), apparently alive, on top of me, and I heard voices and groans ajl over the plače. Tho^e of us who weren’t hurt or stunned ran out and saw that, al- though without a cut, we were spat- tered with blood ali over. A LL the lights in the dugout had, of course, been extinguished by the explosion. By and by we went back into the dugout and relit a few candles. None of the men, it turned out, was seriously injured—except Hicks: and he was blown to pieces. It was some time before we fully realized just what had happened. And it was, briefly, this: As soon as the bugler had dropped the “ pineapple,” Louis Adamič the author of this story, was bom in Yugoslavia thirty-two years ago and came to the United States in 1913. H e servedinthe American army during the zvar, and has been ivriting since 1927. Hicks yanked the steel helmet off his head and quickly threw it on the grenade, simultaneously hurling him- self on the helmet. Then, a second later—or perhaps only a fraetion of a second—the thing went off! With his body and his helmet Hicks had partly muffled and restrained the explosion, and in ali probability saved our lives. For several minutes none of us could talk. I remember that I shook ali over, as did most of the others. The second lieutenant, unlike the first, had not been stunned by the explosion, but now he suddenly swooned into the arms of the supply sergeant. F or a moment I thought that I would pass out myself. T HEN someone said, “Jesus!” in a low, gasping voice. Then again, louder: “Jesus! ” It was the young bugler whose inexperience and carelessness had caused the explosion. He sat on his rolled pack on the floor, the upper part of his body swaying in a sort of des- peration. Then there was an¬ other long silence. Other men who had not been in the dugout when the explosion occurred began to come in. “ Poor Hicks! ” said the captain, finally, wiping Hicks’ blood off his face with a handkerchief. “ He’s ali over the plače! ” Whereupon the first sergeant burst out in hysterical laughter. “ Dog-robber! ” he began to shout. “We made ’im a dog-robber! Hicks, by God ... a dog-robber! ” And then he swooned, too. The captain caught him in his arms. We were ali so nev/ to the actuali- ties of war. I shook for days after we had been relieved and were billeted in a quiet village many miles away from the line. . . . And, as I have said, I stili shud- der whenever I think of Hicks and what he did. THE END Bright Sayings of Children Liberty will pay, $5 for every published original bright saying of a child. Contributions e ačknowledged or returned if unavailable. cannot be_ _ P. O. feox 380, Grand Central That Grain of S-alt Little John, whose father was a preacher, attended an Epworth League meeting with his parents. During the meeting his father ealled upon to make a short talk. On 'burg, Mo. the way home after the meeting John said to his mother: “ Mother, was daddy telling the truth or just preaching? ”—Margaret Wil- liamson, 821 N. Bloodworth St., Raleigh, N. C. Address Bright Sayings, Station, Nevv York, N. Y. now be crying. 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