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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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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-
gryozu . p
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.
EfG'H'OfEfs' ' " -
"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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At least I didn't faint again 'to see
thelcreature lying on the bed.
Then I realized that- Heavenly
days!" I exclaimed as I saw him
there, peacefully sleeping, "I haven't
called the FBI yet and here is the
Spy they're' looking for!" '
I was past being just scaredg I was
Why George! Yes, certai ly I
answered' surprised to hear from
him. Are you at home?"
'No, but I will bein a little while.
Now, Ellen, are you sure lyou're all
right?" He sounded' a bit anxious.
"Of course, dear. Did you hear
about my little experience last
Schultz and Mickey were one and -the'
same. I dont think Im always so'
slow on the uptake but this thing.
had really got me down. -
"George! He's-he's-" I couldn't
-"One of the best men in the whole
secret service. Our secret service,
Ellen." He was laughing now, for
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'phone and tried to ask for the FBI,
my vocal cords wouldn't work. My
"I'll say I did!"
"Did they get him?"
i "They sure did."
"Gracious, George! What have I
done? I demand an explanation!"l
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inxce am? hand Shocfk In ifmch ihat , I was afraid he was laughing at "Well, honey, you saved his life,
ad to 16DlaCE the 1ece1ve1 and iest. - . . , -
I wished I were dead ifunot for the me, but pushed the thought aside. for'one thing. You see-but sup- Vw
. ' . . for this was certainly no laughing pose we leave these two alone while gy
mess I was in, then for getting into . . ,, - y,f'
it. Here in my Own house was a matter. He hung up after a while I explain. ' . 4 .
horrible Nazi, and he had been Snot' and I hurried to get home before him. .They were getting along fine and
By whom., That question had no G On the Way I Sta!-tefj wondering didnt know whether we were there gn'
right to pop up just at my most con- lf the apartment was golng to be all orlnot, so we went into' the bedroom. gn,
fused moment. Since it was there, torn up from a flghi' or If the floor Now ten me' I insisted' '
however, it wonldnyt go away. He would be covered with cigarette ash- 'THe caught that German spy de- '-if
Conldnlt have been snot by the FBI, es. I knew I hadn't done the dishes scribed in the papers and imperson- n
because George' my husband, is in and naturally the bed wouldn't be ated him because-" 4 "'V E ,A
that outfit and it is Supposed to be made. Thus, before I knew it, I "What about the real'spies?" jj'
pretty good. But they could have was running up the Stairsffo Oul' "They had never seen Schultz. :T
missed! It was dark! apartment- When they learned that the FBI
Then I hit on a new theory' The The door wasn't locked! knew about them, they suspected ' an
FBI nadnvt a thing to do with the ffHeaven1y daysyr I thought. UMTS- Mickey and tried to getirid of him, 1
situationg at least, not directly, There Jenkins didn't lock up. 0 Lord, but he escaped iii the dark-" 3,
must be a gang of spies who realized please don't let us have been robbed." "And ,then came here?"
that SOON-21' 01' later the FBI W0li'fi Then I was inside, to find every- "Yes. The others didn't dare fol-
-catch this man and find the TEST thing as neat as a pin in the living low because it would raise too much '-:' lj
thl'0Ugi1 him- S0 they had decided room and kitchen. Someone had of a disturbance. Besides, they
to do away with him- B'-it he had cleaned the whole apartment. Who? thought they had fixed him and that
9SCaDed, right into the hands of the In the bedroom I found the answer- heid be dead soon, past doing them
FBI? that is, .lust HS SOOU 25.1 C0Uid a pretty girl, who turned quickly as any harm. We didn't know anything
reacll them. t D I entered andtspoke before I could about Mickey's condition until you
I was surely relieved when I put find my voice. called us." I fn
that l'9C0iVeI' down after taikilig to "Hello! Mickey told me to wait "You weren't in Washington, ,fi
the aUi3h0i'iti0S' 0ffi091'S would' bv for him here. That was all right, then?" I questioned. '
Y P I I was a bit taken aback, but after to stay here right next to a whole .ge-
fects of tide drug, I decided to ask the night before, I could expect prac- ring of spies. You see, they were K 'ffl
Mrs' Jenkme, the landlady, fo Stay tically anything. Then I recognized living at that address you found in ' A' ii"i A
with him until' they came' her as the girl whose picture was in Mickey's wallet. The other wasn't ' 1317!
I 11'1YSelf had to be OU dl-IW at the man's wallet. ' a important any Ilongerg that's where :pg
the -hospital in forty-five minutes, Mickey? That wasnyt his name! Schultz was originally! .
'which gav? me Just tune 'enfough tg nwho is Mickeyr, I was so rude HHOW did you finally get thenny, jf?
dress' Swa low a cup 0 Cof ee' in that the poor child looked posinveiy I thought he was going 'wo Slow- :fi
catch my usual bus' so I cast aside startled and I can't sa that I blam "That's what I'm tr in to tell ou 'iii'
all my worries-a little trick I've dh ' y ' Aft nd I y g t If ' f
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lifgneazi Ziifffg :ln may hgsgxaaii Didn't he tell you I was coming?" to wake Sim- What did YOU give him. E 1
At six in the morning that is a very "Well, now, dear, I-" anyway?
solitary affair, for until I get to the George' was goming in and some, "A hYP0-H ' .V'Y
bus,,I don't see a soul, and this morn- one was with him, Without finish- "Wowl It must have been power- ,
ing' WHS H0 different- , .ing my remark, I went into the living ful! Wen, the fest was just 1'0Utiiie-
I managed to keep the night's pro- room with the girl. And there was We had them Surrounded and arrest' iwfgi x
ceedings from worrying me during the spy! ' ed Witiwllii 3 Shot fifedfn E it
the day until G90i'8'e Called me just r Before I could open my mouth, Hoi!! But George, who is that gilil?
before I went off duty. - the gi,-1 was in his arms, and She was I mean, what is she doing here?" 'bl'
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