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like this one: not when Betty and Harry were busy making a sad mess of their lives, and it would be so easy to help!
y can really do for two stubborn young people in love, in this Jnday through Friday at 8:00 P.M. EST, on the American network.
in his inventory book, indicating that the store was down to its last two bags of rock salt, and joined Abner in staring at the newcomer. Then he straightened up and began to smile.
"By grannies, Abner," he said, "that ain't no customer — that's Harry Johnson, home from ihe war. How you doin', Harry?"
The young man's handsome face brightened, and he stepped toward them with his hand outstretched. "For a minute there I was afraid you didn't know me," he grirmed, showing a dimple in his left cheek. "I'm fine. How're you?"
"Tolable, Harry," said Lum, taking his hand and pumping it vigorously, "right tolable. I swan to goodness — it's fine to see you."
"I guess we kinda expected to see you in one of them there Major's uniforms," said Abner, reaching out his own hand.
"Oh, I got rid of that, first thing," said young' Harry.
"You ain't even wearin' a discharge button," said Abner, looking him over closely. "I thought you had to."
"Nope," said Harry. "I'm out of the Army, the war's over, and nothing's required any more. The discharge button went into the ashcan along with the xiniform. And good riddance, too. No more of that military junk for me. From now on, I'm just plain Harry Johnson — and darn glad of it."
"Yeah," said Abner, puzzled, "but how about all them medals— that DEXII and the Silver Star we heard about, and all them locust leaf clusters? Ain't you goin' to wear 'em?"
"Oak leaf clusters," amended Lum and then, as he noticed the dark grimness that was gathering on the young man's face, he went on hurriedly. "Leave him be, Abner. Maybe he don't want to talk about it. Maybe he's just glad to be home."
The dark look lifted from Harry's face, and he turned to Lum gratefully. "That's right, Lum. I'm just glad to be home. {Continued on page 71)
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