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Photoplay Magazine
cer," he called jovially as he took his stand close to his older club brother, "but that hubbub got us." And he peered interestedly across the old square. The marchers, newly mustered-in members of the state guard, were not in sight. But the streets streamed with people running toward the stirring sounds, despite the rain that was falling.
"Holy Mackerel, but thatgets a fellow's blood up !" exclaimed the tall cartoonist, just becoming popular on a big daily.
"Makes a m a n feel like chucking illustrating and going after the Greasers too," said one of the two magazine illustrators.
"Will you listen to that?" called the cartoonist as a "mighty cheer arose. "I tell you it's the boys who go to fight who get the recognition, isn't it, Captain? Who else gets escorted to work by a band? I'm strong for the soldier stuff."
"Do you m e a n it?" demanded his guest, a maker of pictures for an advertising firm. "Because if you do, I'm your man."
"What, pass up your four hundred a month for thirteen and hash?" scoffed one of the illustrators incredulouslv.
"But think of the excitement. Just listen to that !" And all four craned their heads farther forward as a new volley of cheers from far down the line of march broke back, a mighty wave of sound, growing and swelling as it came.
"Hooray! Let's run over to the recruiting station and sign up," cried the cartoonist.
"I'm with you," answered the advertising artist. "I'm sick of drawing well corseted
"The day we got the order to return Dave came to me . . . and said in that wonderful way of his: 'Jack, man, it's over. The whole awful time is over. A nd now I'm going back to Ruth.' "
ladies and peanut-headed dudes. Anyway, they can wait. That's the way to look at it, isn't it, Captain?" And the enthusiastic young face turned expectantly to the old. commanding one. But the veteran did not try to answer till there was a lull in the din. Then he searched the eager faces crowding around him and spoke slowlv, gravely :
"When his country really needs his defense, no man worthy of the name holds back," he said. "But there are many other ways in which his country needs him. And it's true a lot of fuss like tha t." thrusting out an arm toward the martial noise, "is made over him if he goes to war. The bands play and the people on the sidewalks cheer. They did the same when I marched a w a v. And I felt a tingling as if my heart would burst. Then I served six years, two-thirds of t h e time helping beat the South down and the rest helping to build her up again. But when I came back, there wasn't any band to welcome me. And there wasn"t any cheering from the people along the streets. Neither were there any good jobs awaiting me and my army comrades. The fellows who had stood cheering us when we marched away had the good jobs, and had them riveted clown. Six years is a long time. They were the six best of my life — from twenty-four to thirty."
The young men still stood with their faces turned toward the old soldier's. He eyed them squarely, almost defiantly. The maker of advertising pictures at a hundred a week was the first to^ look away. He glanced out into the rain, shrugged his good shoulders, and said, "Jove, this driz