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Show War Profiteer Boasts and Is Slapped by Woman T"VO men hoarded a Ninth East street car. Roth were a ell dressed and exuded prosperity. There were two women in the seat ahead. Neither looked particularly par-ticularly prosperous. The women talked about the hish cost of everything. The men discussed the war. "How lon do -yon think this war is jjo-ing jjo-ing to last, anyway?" one man questioned ques-tioned tiie other. "Oh. I don't know," was the complacent com-placent reply. i don't care, how Ions; it lasts; I'm making lots of monev out of ; it. There was a quick movement from llio seat ahead and one of the women fared squarely about before the man who spoke. She was angrv; the snarkluiir glint of a steel-gray 'eve told that, more unmistakably than the hot flush that swept 1m cheeks. - ''You are making a, profit out of the wn r?" ' sh& passionately charged. "Then here's one for my boy who is fighting for you in Franca and here's another for the boy who's going over there." Yith a sweeping swing of one hand, she slapped the man on one cheek a nd before lie could ward off the. blow site I had repeated with the other hand on the ( other cheek. I The self-confessed profiteer left the rnr I at the first opportunity, while passengers Ion the ear surged around the heroic I woman and extended congratulations. |