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Rosemary Stockton, 46
N ARE you sure he had enough
lunch? questioned Mary as
she ran down the steps to the freight
Aw, sure I'm sure, Sis, Johnny
replied, very mannishly. Ole Eric
Red's gonna be the best soldier in all
Didn't the directions say he'd get
fed on the train? .0h, why did we
answer that ad for dogs that said,
'Uncle Sam needs your dog'? It
meant someone else's. Jeepers! I
wonder if I could go along and take
care of him?
Sadly Johnny held back the tears,
but tried to assume a nonchalant air
as he answered his sister. Now,
wouldn't you look fine running along
behind a good soldier like Eric's
gonna be, asking him if he was hun-
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Eric had been christened Eric
Red I when, as a pup, he had dis-
played a large red blob on each ear.
It was so hard to reach a decision
as to what he should be called that
the Johnson family had decided to
combine his two' nicknames into a
distinctive moniker , No longer a
gangly pup, Eric had acquired still
more blobs of red on his entire bcdy,
which glistened in the sun and dis-
played his graceful curves, and soft,
silky hair to the best advantage.
Fondly Mary and Johnny petted
and talked to their dog until the sad
moment when the -conductor yelled,
Get that crate aboard, ladg this
ain't no picnic we're going to.
Then, glancing into the crate as the
train slowly gathered speed, he
called back, Don't you be frettin',
childreng we'll take good care of
A strange feeling swept over Eric
as he felt the train carry him away
from the, home 'he had known since
he was a clumsy, sprawling puppy.
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Maybe they didn't like the way I
buried Mary's dolls, he thought
mournfully, or maybe I ate too
much. People are so queer when you
don't please them, but I never
thought Johnny would send me
As the hours passed drearily by,
the little streamliner drew closer
and closer to its destination. All
this time Eric meditated on the sit-
uation in which he found himself.
Why, oh why was he being sent
away? How long must he stay
penned up in this box? Where was
heigoing? He didn't understand all
the talk he had heard about his be-
ing a soldier. Who was this Uncle
Sam who needed him? He knew
that Tom Johnson had gone to war,
but war was only a word to Eric.
When the train finally gave a great
lunge and came to a stop, he was
worn out with discomfort, worry,
and bewilderment. '
Eric strained every nerve to see
or hear what would happen now.
Suddenly the cage door shot up to
bring into the range of his anxious
eyes a man dressed in the queer
garb that Tom had worn the last
time he was at home. Slowly the tall
figure stooped over to examine him,
and a big, rough hand moved gently
over his soft coat. All at once Eric's
troubles seemed over. I-Ie still
didn't know the answers to the ques-
tions which bothered him, but that
didn't matter any more.. He did
know that he had found a friend,
and he looked up trustingly as the
soldier said, Steady, boy, steady.
We'l1 be seeing a lot of each other
from now on.
How true his statement was! For
in the weeks that followed Eric Red
found himself led through a strange
wonderland of adventure with the
soldier, whom he now recognized by
the name of Svendsen, at his side.
Each day he was taken through a
meadow filled with holes, fires,
steep, man-made cliffs, and muddy
ditches. Above all this a strange,
booming noise, much louder than his
master's gun, roared overhead. After
tirelessly struggling through the ob-
stacles for days on end, he became
.used to his accustomed routine, ,but
never to the, rat-ta-tat and boom-
Eric never forgot the day his mas-
ter gave, him a new harness! and
brushed- him with undue ceremony,
repeating through the process, This
is it. This is our day to shine, fella.
How strange to tell him that!
Nevertheless, the faithful dog obeyed
to the letter. Because he wanted to
please his master and show his dog
friends his ability, he took particu-
lar pains tor show himself bold and
,unafraid as he went through the mea-
dow. When he was paraded past a
group of very tall, dignified men, he
patiently allowed them to examine
him from his alert ears to the tip
of his tail without flinching.
How silly of usto stand here let-
ting strange' men in fancy uniforms
examine us, he said to another dog.
Pm hungry and I'd like to get back
to my quarters. H
Just then a throaty voice boomed
out, 'Private James Svendsen, you
have successfully put your dog, Eric
Red I, through the stiff training
school for army dogs. It is now my
pleasure to congratulate you and de-
clare your dog a full-fledged mem-
ber of the K-9 corps.
Many months passed before the
day of actual combat arrived. In a
small landing craft, steering toward
a calm Pacific isle, Eric Red sat pa-
tiently at his master's feet thinking,
Surely I'm not the dog that con-
sidered it nothing special to have a
steak bone with every meal!
Truly he was a different dog, for
he had been 'trained iifuthe army and
was now a soldier, complete with K-
rations. His train of thought was
broken when Svendsen silently
stroked his throat, then said softly,
This is the real thing, fella. Show
them you're the best K-9 in the
Then the sky exploded and turmoil
was on every side as Svendsen and
Eric Red plunged into the icy waters
towards shore, alongside, countless
other soldiers. A strange sense came
over Eric and he seemed to hear a
voice crying, Faster! Faster! Don't
look back! Stay next to Svendsen!
and at the same time questioning
him, Will you make it? Hurry!
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There exists a number system.
'enterihg one's favorite butch-
er- shop Cor any other shop where
one knows meat is on salej one ob-
serves a curiously placed table, box,
or stand near the entrance. Upon
close inspection the box discloses
many square cut pieces of card
board, each with a number on it.
These numbers are placed one on top
of the other, increasing as the stack
decreases. Each would-be-customer
entering lifts a card from its com-
-fortable resting place and commences
to examine the interior of the shop
while waiting for her number to be
called, at which time she will be
served. In the meantime, a passer-
by can hear the loud calling of num-
Number 152-53-543' .... .... .,.. ....
' Right here
To an outsider this may seem like
an exciting game of lotto, but we
meat buyeis know what lt is
I shall continue After securing
my number I retired to a rather un-
crowded location of the overcrowded
shop to observe the many anxious
customers One often becomes ac-
quainted with others who are also
waiting Such was the case when Mrs.
Abcad QI learned laterj approached
me asking 'How long have you been
waiting? After receiving my answer
she exclaimed Ten minutes' Is that
all? Then followed a conversation
which is far too hazy to record how-
ever, it was evident that Mrs. A.
wanted the remaining six lamb chops
on display I was obliged to interrupt
my compan1on's idle chatter when I
noted an elderly lady slowly making
her way to the door number in
hand Just as I thought Cand hoped
incldentallyl as she brushed the box
of numbels she dropped hers on the
top of the stack I quick as a bunny
retrieved the discarded number and
was very pleased to fmd it was num-
ber 181 because my origlnal num-
ber had been 227
This change of numbers meant at
least an hours difference in waiting
time Numbei 172 was then being
called by one of the busy butchers.
In another moment I was again at
the side of Mis Abcad As before,
she began to Jabber 'Jabber Jab-
ber, mumble Jumble It wasn't too
long after when I was awakened from
my stupor by the calling of number
180 Much to my amazement I was
being pulled through the crowd by
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Mrs. Abcad or No. 180. Look they're
still there, she said to me pointing
'tom the chops in the refrigerator.
When asked what she wanted she
said, waving and pointing toward the
lovely, looking lamb chops. I'll take
q 0K! Ninety cents and twenty-nine
points , the beaming butcher re-
Bu't I don't have that many
points, she 1'etorted, and I must
have them all. I'll bring you the rest
of the points next-
Sorry lady,-next, 181. '
I'1l take the lamb chops, I said
as I -pulled from my purse both points
and money. 1
I'm quite sure I lost a newly made
friend, for with that I. left the
wretched woman standing with her
mouth hanging open and her eyes
popping. As I pushed through the
crowd I could hear her last words-
UWELL OF ALL THE NERVEP'
Anne Gulledge, 45
FRIGHT, according to the diction-
ary, is sudden fear. The great ma-
jority of people at some time or other
have been frightened half out of
their wits, but to explain fear or
fright to someone who has never ex-
perienced it would be rather diffi-
cult. To try to give this person the
meaning of fright by telling him that
it is sudden fear would simply be
giving the person a couple of mean-
ingless words. You would, therefore,
have to give an example or illustra-
tion before he could fully comphe-
hend the matter. As I sat here pon-
dering over this terrible dilemma. I
recalled a frightening experience
which occurred to me in my youth.
Maybe you- will say that it is only
an awful nightmare, which I should
forget, but the hollow coldness of
this fear haunts me day and night.
In the beginning Lallie and I were
afraid something would happen. It
might have been ,intuition or it could
have been the night-that night, I
shall never be able to fully erase it
from my memory. Vivid pictures
flash in my mind, as I recall it. It
was a cold, dark, dreary night. The
wind was alternately howling loudly
and moaning sadly around the eaves,
and the windows were rattling. All of
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the doors were tightly lockedg-but
they continuously creaked on their
hinges. Outside, the shuttersbangekl
and jarred. The surrounding houses
were shrouded in. darkness, because
the neighbors had long gone to bed.
Lallie and I were alone in this
dark gloomy house, which had been
rumored to be haunted. We were
sitting upstairs, telling ghost stories,
which seemed very realistic and
which made us shudder and shriek,
as we took- turns relating strange,
mysterious blood-curdling tales. Sud-
denly, we- jumped with fright when
we heard the front door squeak, as
someone almost silently swung it
open. Who could have opened a lock-
ed door? Perhaps it was a ghost and
the fantastic stories we had heard
concerning the wierd 'things which
had occurred under that same roof
' The wind sent forth a loud moan,
which shook the house and sent chills
down our spines. Steps followed the
moang therefore, it could not be a
spook, because only a human could
walk like that, taking a few muffled
steps and then pausing, as if to see
who was at home. Now the steps were
coming closer and were distinguished
as being in the dining room. Next
they would come up the stairs and
then what should we two frightened
girls do? We were too scared to
squeal or to run to the phone. Hor-
rible thoughts flashed in our minds
as we pictured vividly Lallie's parents
coming home and finding us dead.
Our breath was coming in short,
hard, quick gaspsg our faces were
whiter than snowg and our hands
were damp with cold fear. All We
dared do was to clutch each other
and to pray silently that if we were
to be murdered, to let it be quickly,
or for Lallie's parents to return be-
fore we were killed, but we knew
the latter was hopeless, since it would
be hours before her parents returned.
Yes, the footsteps were heard onthe
staircase. The steps creaked and
groaned as each step was taken. Now
they had reached the landing. They
were coming nearer and nearer by
the moment. Each second brought the
footsteps and our death closer. They
had reached the door and we two
stunned girls with fear in our eyes
watched the door knob tremble.
Suddenly, the door knob turned and
the door was flung open. There stood
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By Lucille Blake, '46
The last twenty-four hours have
been the most nerve-racking arid
thrilling of yours truly's long life.
It began with my taking in that
soldier, which, in the first place, was
all nonsense. He had been in some
sort of brawl, we gathered. A Someone
had found him on the large front
porchg he was shot and badly cut.
I was firmly against taking him in,
but what else was there to do? It
was late and I'm the only one in or
near our apartment house with med-
ical training-something he could
use then and there, apparently, He
was conscious--I was positive of that.
Although his wounds looked bad,
they weren't bad enough to cause
the state of unconsciousness which,
it seemed to me, was just a pretense.
After I had fixed him up as well
as possible, the others went back to
bed, satisfied and thrilled. They are
mostly middle-aged women like me,
so I didn't let on my real feelings:
even then I felt decidedly suspicious.
The poor souls hadn't thought of go-
in!! through his pockets and I must
admit I was too scared to do so.
The soldier was still playing 'nos-
sum, so, before he could protest, I
gave him a good, strong hyuo. which
nut him out like a light. When he
had been sleeping for about a half
hm - . I finally got up courage enough
to pull out his wallet. At first ap-
pearance it looked like any other
man's. It contained a picture of a
pretty, young girl fI remember won-
dering what she could see in himl.
about twenty-three dollars, some
arrnv credentials, a civil service card
in the name of Bruno Schultz, a
small card with two addresses-one
in the next apartment house and one
over across the tracks, and a clipping'
from a newspaper. ,
Heavenly days! I thought, I'll
bet this is important. Maybe it will
explain things , and naturally I be-
gan to read.
All citizens of southeast Texas,
especially of Jefferson and Orange
counties, be on the lookout for a
man wearing an army uniform of a
sergeant. He is a German spy, but
speaks without an accent. He is six
feet, one-half inches tall, has blue-
gray eyes, and blond hair. He is the
sun-tanned, athletic type, with no
scars or special marks.
This man is dangerous to our
refineries and ship yards. Anyone
seeing him, please call the nearest
police office as soon as possible.
A Caution: This man is very
strong. Do not attempt to fight
him. Do not attempt to hold him
'unless all resistance is gone.
This man is wanted alive I
I'm pretty wellshockproof-being
a nurse-but this was out of my line.
I don't remember anything untilthis
morning. I guess I fainted and just
went to sleep without coming out of
my faint. When I did come to,
though, I remembered everything in-
stantly, something unusual for me.
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