All-Story Weekly, March 1, 1919 — page 102: what you’re looking at

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-ALL- STORY : v WEEKLY. E Brien ie tine knitting and ran into lads with their fine opal colonel at the house at the sound of the broken win- ~ their head. - dow. _ As the last of the column filed past, je For a space they stood looking at each nior looked up at his father and voiced’ a : other. Finally Jefferson set Junior down question: | tenderly and approached. his wife. She “ Aren’t you going: to fight any more; - took him into her arms as val he were her daddy?” 7 i 7 _ baby, : > Jefferson seemed to pay no heed to the ea From a distance came the music of a reg: question of the boy. His eyes looked stead- Z imental band. Junior ran to the front wip- ily into Helen’s. Yet his words framed an eens and cried out “‘ Soldiers!” His par- answer. ~ ents joined him at the window and watched “No,” he said gravely, “I’ve fought my 2 - the regiment march by, the fine upstanding fight—and I’ve won.” (The end.) | U U U U ‘THROUGH THE YEARS | BY EDWARD S. MORRISSEY : BEEN fishin’, sonny? Let me see! | Is that two fish you got, or three? It’s four, you say? Well, bless your soul! I guess none didn’t break your pole. Is that the best that yeu could ketch? is When we was: boys we wouldn’t fetch o Them little chaps to home. We'd say — That they’d be bigger ones some day, An’ let ’em have a chance to grow; But that, you know, was years: ago. ty é t % f A pon 0 a am rns s why AV se Eh - ¥ “ea nit PP eX $i Why, right down there in Jimson’s pool, ee When I was just a lad at school, I cut a red about so thin, , . An’ took a string an’ bent a pin, 3 ‘An’ used:an angleworm for bait;- An’, gettin’ long toward gettin’ late, > ~- I caught a trout weighed seven pound. By gosh, his floppin’ shook the ground! ~\ I guess you think that that ain’t so; But that, you know, was years. ago. Ah, halcyon times, those days of yore That tripped away to come no more! ; ee . Their trout were of heroic size, ae! | Their gnats outgrew our butterflies; : Re And he who stands upon time’s rim— = Though all to-day is waxing dim— : a Can see a meadow laced with dew, = ; Where daisies once as lofty grew _ = : As now the nodding cowslips grow; | —--: But that, you know, was years ago.