"Papa, you said that."

He walked down the city street a little slumped, with the flower wilted in his button-hole. He was wearing his new round, straw hat on the back of his head. Не passed a little boy on the street, and the kid was singing lustily: "Over There...Over There...Sond the word, send the word Over There, that the Yanks are coming... The Yanks are coming...the drums drum-drumming everywhere..." He stopped and listened to the kid's high, unmusical voice: "Over...we're coming over...and we won't be back 'til it's over...Over Thero..."

"You like that song, Sonny?"

"Suro, mister, it's a song about soldiers. everything! They're brave!"

"Are you sure?"

"Sure I'm sure, Mister. The song says 30.

"Hero's a nickel, Sonny. Go buy candy."

They got

"Gee! Thank you, Mister. Are you a soldier?"

"No, Sonny; I'm just a Yank,"

"Gee, thanks, Yank!"

"It's all right, kid."

He watched the boy scamper off and disɛppear around the nearest corner; then he thrust his hands deep down in his new pants pockets and walked along, whistling.

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THE LIFE AND DEATH OF RADCLYFFE Hall By Lady Una Troubridge, London, 1961

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