Argosy All-Story Weekly, May 17, 1924 — page 161: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

row [fe + Ae " CALATH “calle By W. T. WHITEHEAD fellow workers in the shipping de- partment of the National Hardware and Machinery Company, where he marked destinations and routes on crates and boxes, called “ Sand,” had been getting it in the neck; fate, if it was fate, seemed to take a delight in disappointing him. When he, with one hundred other com- rades, had stepped three paces to the front in Brest, France, when the commanding officer had asked for men to go to Plymouth, England, and serve as an escort of honor to the President of the United States on his trip across the channel to France, and when arms had been distributed on the ship, and they turned out to be coal scoops, and the ship a collier, he was convinced that the A his life Sanderson Blake, whom his part of the A. E. F. of which he was a mem- ber, was in league with fate. Blake had just put down his lampblack, pot and brush after assigning a consignment of window weights to Russia, which he had wanted to bet a man with a hand-truck would be made into shrapnel within six weeks, when he was touched on the elbow by an office boy who said Mr. Wright wanted to see him in his office. When Amos Wright, head of the com- pany, wanted to see a member of the ship- ping department in his office, it meant that he didn’t want to see them in the establish- ment after that day. His fellow-workers had christened Blake ‘“‘Sand ” just as much for the reason that he seemed to have that human quality 31r COMMICLOO S (C@