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Show W rkLPhillipr W UNIT! -The election certainly proved that a lot of people admired Will-kie," Will-kie," he said. "Now wait. It's all over and all we want now is unity. Right?" I Sa''Right. I suppose we should forget for-get the violation of a tradition." he said. , . , "Llssen," I said. "Nothing matters mat-ters now except that we all be unified. uni-fied. No more arguments, no more dissensions. Right?" "Right The election's all over. But I still think the budget question important," he said. ( "There you go being partisan, I said. "I ain't partisan," he said. "Yes, you are. All that matters liTthat' democracy worked and we are all brothers. Right?" I said. "Right In the popular vote Will-kie Will-kie was only a few million behind." he said. "Nuts," I said. "If Roosevelt won by only two votes it would be final under our system and no sense beefing." beef-ing." "Not at all. The popular vote showed an enormous switch against the New Deal policies," he said. "Aw, go away! You just don't want unity," I said. "Of course I want unity. It's the paramount need. But can't we still have it and talk reasonably?" he said. "You're just another non-unity guy," I said. "You're too partisan. You're petty. You can't ba big." "Who can't be big?" he said. "You can't You're a worm, that's what you are. You ain't got no vision. You make me sick. All I'm asking is a little brotherhood and mutual respect, and you Just stand there beefing," I said. "For two cents I'd poke you one," he said. "You and who else? You better go some place and learn to be tolerant, tol-erant, ya big dummy," I said. "I am as tolerant as any man in this country, you big fakir," he said, taking a swing at me. "Everybody in America Is anxious for unity but you, you fathead," I said, socking him one on the chin. "You just don't understand the spirit of democracy. You don't know what unity means, you poor sap," he said, sending a left to my ear. A policeman came running up and separated us. "What's the trouble?" the cop asked. "Unity," I said. The cop looked at us with disgust and impatience and walked away. "Hell!" he said. "Everywhere I go I run into fights over THAT!" THE LIGHTER VEIN AT TRAINING CAMPS We're camping tonight on the old campground. Camping tonight, my lady. Tenting tonight, tenting tonight, Tenting on the old campground; There'll be fancy balls tonight, Bridge and movies lily-white Tenting on the old campground. We are camping tonight on the old campground, Hostesses here to cheer us; Tenting tonight, tenting tonight. We're tenting on the old campground; camp-ground; Cheerful seem our training tests. For our folks are week-end guests-Tenting guests-Tenting on the old campground. Old Song Revised. The draft" army is to have no catch-as-catch-can entertainment this time. Recreation, diversion and good, clean fun are announced as a definite part of the army training plan, with hundreds of hostesses and junior hostesses bustling about the camps to see about getting up a dance, a bingo party, a bridge carnival car-nival or what have you. The calls of "Squads rijiht!" and '"Tcntion!" will be mingled with "May I havr 'Hi j this dance?" and 1 "Aw let's play 1 some more!" ' J Uncle Sam's j policy tliis time j will be based on J the theory that . ., , army camp should in no way resemble a con-centration con-centration camp, and that the more amusement the boys have the better, thae3QS,Cf CS be 110 than 30 and no older than 50, but dcr tl i ?r aSSiSU,,ltS mny assuro, " yHmR 2r'' whlch Bhmn """"'"bio amount of Elamour and oomph. |