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Show The Gift of Tongues Over In France the average doughboy dough-boy had a gorgeous confidence In hlB ability to speak the language of the country. In a Norman village one day a perpiexed-looking private, who had lot been abroad very long, approached a seasoned campaigner of the A. E. F. and asked the latter if he spoke French. "Sure T speak French." said the veteran. vet-eran. "What's the matter?" "Here's what's the matter." paid the green soldier. "The Frog that keeps that shop yonder across the street sold me some post cards, and I gave hhn a ten franc note, and now he's holding out part of my money on me. I wish you'd come nn over there with me and strai-liion the tiling out I and make that guy hand me what's coining to tne." 1 "Sure I will." said the other. I Moved by ouriosiy, a friend of mine trailed behind tlu-m. arriving lie-i in time to hear the following dialo-ue I between the linguist rind the storekeeper: store-keeper: ! 'Tiirify voo Kr;mrjr?" ! " ;:i. o;i, nt"ns nr." I "TJ.rn. v. ! y th h I r)-r' you this I, t-oy Mi r'.ghx ctir.re?" |