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Show WORSE THAN FACING GUNFIRE , 4 Gallant Seaman Found Himself In Dilemma From Which He Was Extricated Ex-tricated in Nick of Time. , A jack tar from II. M. S. entered southwestern London post ofilce to Change a money order. As it was a government pay order he was asked, according to regulations, to show his certificate of identity. But the sailor had lost the certificate. All the girls in the post ofiice became be-came anxious to help. "Haven't you your name marked anywhere?" any-where?" urged one. Jack thought hard, suddenly kindled with Inspiration, Inspira-tion, opened his mouth to speak, and then stood silent. A flush deepened his tanned complexion. "Well?" urged the young postul lady. The sailor wanted that money badly. He faced the guns. "Yes," he blurted, "my name's marked on my shift." Post office girls have no training in the technical lingo on his majesty's navy. Whatever sort of document, docket or disk this "shift" might be. It was her duty not to pay the money until she had seen it. "Then let me see your 'shift,' " she demanded unila-bly unila-bly but firmly. Small veins knotted on Juck's temples, tem-ples, a moisture stood on his brow. But desperate finance needs desperate measures. "Have you got a screen here?" he asked in a hollow voice. "A screen!" echoed the post office-girl office-girl in bewilderment. "Aye, a screen!" repeated Jack on a rising note of Hgony. It was then that n colleague saved oneof his majesty's A. M.'s from apoplexy apo-plexy by a hurried and whispered explanation ex-planation to his inquisition. Perhaps becaase the gods lov laughter the sailor's identity was then accepted without further evidence. London Daily Mail. |