Life — May 20, 1920 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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Nurs HER SERIF THIS HOT-WATER BAG WON'T REL 1 SUPPOSE The Greatest The } ¢, fiction, nor parable he day's work, er still. it is t arled its And we nee ething of m in this day of strikes and rumors of strikes, violence and threats of violence, promise that out of it all is comin nobler and better America” that ed our way with its hopes in the darker days that have passed. It is only necessary to add that the real names have been dis guised.) BRIEN, the head of a family of six, waived exemption because he helieved others knew better than he where he would most be needed when the call came. He landed in class 1-A, and went—without beefing or asking why He was wounded three times and gassed, and after nine months in the hospitals was discharged, the doc- tors advising outdoor work to stave off incipient tuberculosis. In a canvass for new members, an American Legion worker called at his home. Neighbors who were car- ing for five children said that the mother was doing day work, and that O'Brien was starting his third week in search of any kind of a job he could hold down: Stein, the American’ Legion Post nployment Offi corralled him that night, and for five solid days, forgetting his own business and the drive for new recruits, trudged with YOU KNOW BEST, NURSE} BUT ISN'T INDIA KU Liion on Earth reets of the city of brotherly love. here it was the same answer, light for the job,” softened, perhaps, with a smile or an “I wish we could, my boy.” Strangely, he was not too light for the job “Over There” he'd help finish, al- though when he came to the Post no tinge of bitterness or of rancor stamped his speech or manner, There remained only that last-ditch, “ Let’s go” spirit, that for nearly a month had driven one hundred and thirty pounds from door to door in search of work. They sent him to Mason, TOMATOES She: 1S THAT ONE OF THE “ SPARKLING CLEOPA WELL, NO; I FEEL THAT THIS MUST BE AN GIGANTIC." EVE THE PALN ATHER INDIGE a member of the Legion and Captz the Guards of one of Philadelphia’ est industries, and Mason put him « pay roll—without asking why. That is all, except that Stein, who lected his business, was a Jew, M was a Protestant, and the man they through” Catholic without a mer bership card in the Legion. He Believed M* P. Q. PLUNKINGTO eminent position as a leading cier enables him to be an authority on everything American and European, was interviewed late yesterday afternoon as he stepped off the Blandonia “First of all,” he said, “I want it known that Iam an optimist. This is a great country—believe me. I look for a rapid fall in all ex- changes, and I predict that waxes here will go to five dollars an hour. Milk will sell for fifty cents a quart. But I believe in this wonderful c try—I was born here. Yes, Fur is in a bad way—several millions are starving. We should go to their relief at once with a couple ¢ — hillions or so. Germany, T think, will A—_L be ready to invade us in abe years—but if T couldn't be an mist T wouldn't be anything. as I can judge from present ir reas?” tions, the whole world is goiny “garty hell. But it’s simply wonderful to be an optimist. Have a Corona?” comicbooks.com