Judge — June 28, 1919 — page 28: what you’re looking at

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Their Last Five Minutes By Lancr 1 KN y Headquarters notary, Co. 1 CEE As He Thought It Would Be ve: Hostess House, Camp Merritt. It is are seated on a large settle 1 France sunset. They quiet nook in the tea room, Spring zep apple blossom petals in at the oper There is a hum of conversation outside but rs watt window they are quite alone, He (softly) —And you'll never forget ir, that while I’m over there fig! be the field of battle proclaiming the joyful news T may come back to you. She (her eyes filling) —Ah, no, Geor never, never forget, but shall go on cd and more. I, too, must be brave (wipes her eves and smiles) and think only of the golden days that are to come—wh lover, my chosen mate shall return to me. king of you, dreaming of the hall soar out o'er the bloody of peace grasping one of her little hands in his)— icture, little girl (taps his left breast Il remain here, warmed by my heart, as a token and symbol of c and if while following Old ¢ Id fall blee throwing her arms about his neck a ering his words with hot kisses)—Don . Don't. ... My hero. . . . You shan’t say asting love t the Hun r eve y to mee it ms for one (He takes her in his strong, manly s last soul-stirring embrace as the bus for Tenatly hove in sight.) As It Really Was Scene: Hostess House, Camp Merritt. It is sunset. They are seated on one end of a large settle in the tea room, the other end being occu- This Week's Best Service Joke Files Off Parade By Senor, Le ERGE ANT,” 10 of the files n cha’ “Why unde 1?" Draven by Ce ar. P,P. Cuscrs, Camp Upton, N.Y The One with C'mon, Stupid, fall The One in Paj Aviation ne it, I wish I'd What's the idea? I'd only have to fall ous 23 bananas, ‘The roont is full of jabbering. tearful kinfolk He (feverishly glancing at his wrist-watch the bus comes There are no apple blossom petals Just tive minutes before haven't said any of the things I wanted to She rly)—Tell me now, George, can’t you? He 1 natural voice)—And you'll never forget for one second, dear, that while I'm for what stra next room some idiot has just touched 1 Broad the fiber needle to. a much-worn “Good way, Hello France” record She—For what, George? He (completely unnerved)—Oh—I—I don't know. (There is silence for thirty precious seconds.) She (for the forticth time) —Will you write to me every day, George? He (wiping the cold sweat from his brows)— Yes, Mabel She—And will you wear the sweater [knit you and throw all the others away? He (dully)—Yes, Mabel Mer mated Gus vimae ) \ AY PUTURE Srnec She—And will you night, and kiss it, too? He (in another desperate attempt)—Your pic- ture, little girl (taps his left breast pocket in which is a metal cigarette case) shall remain here, warmed by my (There is more confusion than usual in the room; someone has spied the bus.) She (rising)—We must hurry out, George. so [can get a seat. I had to stand all the way over. They follow the crowd to the road where she hastily puts her arms about him and gives him a hearty peck on the mouth.) She—Good-by, George, honey Take care of yourself for my sake and don’t forget to write every day (She jumps into the bus and throws him a full blown kiss out of the window.) She (shouting above the noise of the motor)— Good-by, George, be sure and write me every day. (Ding! Ding! And the bus is lost in a whirl of New Jersey dust up the Tenafly Road.) wok at my picture every