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Show Mom . "Sausages for breakfast! Sausages Sau-sages for breakfast! I can smell 'em!" Small Joe came tumbling downstairs fastening the belt of his siiorts as Ife came. He made a bee-line bee-line for the kitchen. Pop was al-ici.dy al-ici.dy sitting at the table, reading I'm? paper, while Mom held the handle han-dle of the frying-pan over the stove. Small Joe came close and sniffed the delicious smoke, wriggling all over with early-morning joy. "Better be thankful for them while you can still get them." One glance at Mom s face told small Joe this was one of her tight-lipped days. "Not a drop of coffee in the house, and no sugar left to put in it if there was. Some war!" Small Joe kept still. "Letter for you. son," Pop said in his quiet voice. Small Joe made a leap for his place at table. There it was, a private personal letter for him alone, propped against his milk glass. "Hey. Pop! It's from brother!" Small Joe was pulling the envelope apart and diving into the contents. "Hey, look what he sent me." He passed over an oblong of thick, crinkly paper while be leaned over the sheet of writing-paper. "A twenty-five dollar War Bond," Pop said slowly. Mom turned and looked at it over l'.'P's shoulder, with the frying-pan i.i htr hand. "Listen what he says. 'How are you doing, kid? Hurry and grow up : you can help me slap the Japs. Aren't you most big enough to get i to the Army? Here's something f ir you in your name. Let's the .',..i'l' family sang up and help to v. in Uii war ' Pop and Mom were silent. But small Joe didn't notice that. He was full of his letter and his War Bond. "Gee. Pop. in six years I could yet into the Army couldn't I.. Pop? Gee. Pop, I want to be a soldier like brother and fight in this war. Gee. isn't that bond nifty? Look, it was issued in Honolulu. It's mine." But Pop was looking at Mom and Mom Avas looking at Pop. There were tears in Mom's, eyes. She shook her head sharply. Pop reached out and patted her hand gently. "Well, can't let our soldier boy beat us to buying War Bonds, can we. old lady?" was all he said. She shook her head again. "I guess if he can give up his job and . . . and go off to war I can do some fighting back at home," she said in a queer voice. Small Joe looked up at her in surprise. She saw him looking at her and spoke sharply. "Well, Joe. We're about ready to eat. Say grace." Small Joe folded his hands and bent his head as he had been taught. "Oh Lord, we thank thee for this food and all thy bountiful gifts . . ." "Amen," Pop stid. "Amen," Mom said. "Now eat your good sausages." (Story from an actual report in the files of the Treasury Department.) Depart-ment.) Amen: Say yes. Take your change in War Stamps. The least you can do Is the most you can buy In War bonds. U. S. Trtasury Dlfartmtnl |