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77ie Questions
1. Where is the cornerstone o1
the nation’s Capitol located?
2. A hoyden is what?
3. What was Carrie Nation’s
weapon in her war on saloons?
4. Would a Russian wear, eat or
ride a droshky?
5. A barcarole properly is a
musical term for a song sung by
whom?
6. How is water distilled?
7. How many trips did Colum
bus make to the New World?
8. Risible means what?
9. In the U. S. army the
crossed quill and sword on the
laurel wreath denote what depart
ment?
10. Can you supply the first and
last names of the famous poets
whose middle names are: Green
leaf, Wendell, Waldo and Cullen?
The Answer*
1. The location of the corner
stone is unknown.
2. A rude, bold girl.
3. A hatchet was Carrie Nation’s
favorite weapon.
4. Ride it. A droshky is a four
wheeled carriage.
5. Venetian gondoliers.
6. It is heated until vaporized,
and the steam thus obtained is
condensed into water again.
7. Columbus made folir trips to
the New World.
8. Laughable.
9. The judge advocate gener
al’s department.
10. John Greenleaf Whittier,
Oliver Wendell Holmes, Ralph
Waldo Emerson, and William Cul
len Bryant.
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CHAPTER I I
It never In the world ever oc- 1
curred to Mr. Winkle that he would 1
be drafted and sent off to the wars, i
War was for young men, not for a <
settled married man of forty-four.
There was talk of the Army not <
wanting the older men, but nothing 1
had yet been done about this. The
thing being done was what Mr. Win- ]
kle received in this morning’s mail. |
When he reached in the mailbox and (
took out the communication from his
draft board, his hands trembled a ,
little. Peering through his metal- i
rimmed glasses, he read that he ,
was classified 1-A. i
He knew what that meant. After
ten days’ time, he was subject for ;
induction into the United States
Army.
He stood there on the front steps
of his house, a small man engulfed
by a tremendous event that toppled
over his world and sent it bowling
off into space like a cannon ball.
Ye thought:
Not tie, who had been married for
twenty years. Not he, a former
careful accountant wh'o was now the
conservative proprietor of a modest
general repair shop located in the
alley back of his house. Not he,
with his overly active and morbid
imagination. Not he, who was no
man of action, but was afraid to
death of guns or violence of any sort.
Not he, with his stored-up mem
ory of how, as a boy with his .22
Peering through his metal rimmed
glasses he read he was classified lA.
rifle, he had shot a squirrel. The
tiny animal fell from the high
branch where he aimed at it, land
ing with a thud on the hard ground.
When he held the warm, fuzzy body
in his hand, he was sick at heart
at what he had done. In later life,
when he stepped on an ant, or
squashed a spider, or even swatted
a fly, Mr. Winkle felt squeamish at
taking life.
Upon being called by his draft
board last week for physical exami
nation, Mr. Winkle had thought that
the strange doctor appreciated his
dyspepsia, his nearsightedness, his
caved-in chest, his good beginning
on a paunch (even though otherwise
he was skinny enough to be under
weight), his jumped-up pulse at the
slightest exertion, and his general
make-up of no great muscularity.
Never before had Mr. Winkle
known himself to be such a physi
cal wreck.
The doctor pursed his lips at the
visual evidences of this close ap
proach to the grave. He frowned
in such a manner as to give Mr.
Winkle reason for counting on his
not being recommended. And though
the doctor and the members of the
draft board, working their mysteri
ous ways, had not committed them
selves on the result, it still hadn’t
seemed real to Mr. Winkle that he
would be seriously considered as a
soldier.
The notice couldn’t mean him. He
looked at it again, to see if, possi
bly, there had been some mistake.
But he saw his name typed out
boldly: Wilbert George Winkle.
The thought of going in and tell
ing Mrs. Winkle about it swept over
him. The prospect of this was one
of both panic and intense interest.
Certainly it would take a lot of the
strong wind out of her sails.
Mrs. Winkle, during recent years,
had developed into a positive indi
vidual who was prone to run her
husband the way a locomotive en
gineer kept his hand on the throt
tle. Mr. Winkle never liked to put
this into the actual term of hen
pecking, but nevertheless that was
the true state of affairs.
Now he wondered how Amy would
take it There was little she could
do about it. She wouldn’t be able
to argue with this, nor impose her
will in any way upon it. He felt
a little sorry for her, for he knew
MIDLAND JOURNAL. RISING SUN. MP.
that deep down, in spite of her sharp
words and orders, she loved him and
he loved her. Beyond his specula
tion on how she would receive the
news, he had a reluctance about
telling her.
Yet he didn’t see what else he
could do. With a sigh, he went into
the house.
Mrs. Winkle was already behind
her half of the newspaper in the
breakfast nook, which was all the
dining room their small house pos
sessed. Mr. Winkle, in hie mind,
could look right through the paper
and see her, a well-fllled-out lady of
exactly his own age. To a person
seeing her for the first time, she
appeared dainty in spite of her
plumpness, quite feminine, and of
an eminently good nature. It was
a shock, upon second glance, to
notice the way her lips pressed
themselves together and the per
petual frown that creased the other
wise smooth pink skin between her
blue eyes.
Amy paid no attention as Mr.
Winkle carefully stepped over Pe
nelope, the third member of the
family.
Their sad-eyed spaniel was set
tled on the floor with her bla.ck muz
zle resting on her paws. At eight,
Penelope in her dog world was ap
proximately Mr. Winkle’s compara
tive age in the human world. She
was as amiable and mild as Mr.
Winkle himself. Never having been
allowed a husband, she had a rather
droopy disposition. Now, in her mid
dle age, she had given up hope and
no longer pretended to any interest
at the sight of a male, but simply
sniffed loftily or ignored the meet
ing altogether.
Penelope, Mr. Winkle thought,
was no more prepared for the large,
adventurous and dangerous things
of life, such as war, than he.
He sat heavily in his place in the
breakfast nook. From behind her
paper, Mrs. Winkle demanded,
“Anything for me?”
“No-o," answered Mr. Winkle.
At his drawing out of the word,
Mrs. Winkle put her paper aside and
looked at her husband. She didn’t
see what'he had received, for has
held it below the table. But from
the look of Mr. Winkle and the tone
of his voice, she knew at once.
Mrs. Winkle was the first to speak
again. Her frown deepened and her
lips were tight when she stated dis
approvingly, “Wilbert, your notice
has come.”
Silently, Mr. Winkle handed over
the notice to her.
Mrs. Winkle took it in at a single
glance. Her face went white. Her
frown disappeared and her mouth
softened. She looked bewildered, as
if props had been knocked out from
under her and she had no solid
ground to stand on. She said breath
lessly, as if caught off guard,
“You’re going to war.”
Mr. Winkle cleared his throat so
as to be sure he could control his
own voice, trying it out this way
without first chancing how it might
sound. “It means,” he explained,
“I’m just being passed on to the
Army doctors.”
“You’re going to war,” Mrs. Win
kle repeated in a whisper. Now she
looked actually frightened, amazed,
and hurt.
It had been years since Mr. Win
kle had seen such expressions on his
wife’s face. They affected him deep
ly. He began, “Now, Amy—”
“You’ll be killed!” Mrs. Winkle
wailed.
At this excitement, and perhaps
at the new, strange tone in Mrs.
Winkle’s voice, Penelope began to
howl.
Mr. Winkle had counted on no
such behavior on the part of his
wife. He had become so accustomed
to her shrewish ways that he hadn’t
pictured them being punctured so
abruptly.
He realized what a blow it was to
her. She was threatened with not
having him around to order about.
To have him removed from her
and sent off to war destroyed her
defenses and left her bewildered and
alone. It revealed the basic af
fection she had for him. Mr. Winkle
reflected that it was taking the
greatest war in history to accom
plish this.
From the look on her face, Mr.
Winkle almost expected Amy to be
gin weeping. But she didn’t. She
just sat there staring at him, her
eyes bright and wide and dry, and
he sat staring at her. They re
garded each other awesomely while
Penelope continued to howl.
Penelope was interrupted by the
shrill ringing of the telephone. Mr.
Winkle made a movement to go into
the living room to answer it, but
Mrs. Winkle, with a rather wild look
on her face, started before he did.
She appeared to want to do some
thing definite.
Sitting in the breakfast nook, Mr.
Winkle heard her voice.
“Why, yes ... I suppose so,” she
faltered. “Just a minute."
Any hesitancy didn’t sound like
Amy at all. Rather, it sounded like
the Amy of years ago, when Mr.
Winkle married her.
Her voice came again, calling in
to him, “It’s the newspaper—they
want to come out and interview
you.”
Alarmed at this, and at Amy ask
ing his advice about something in
stead of deciding it herself, Mr.
Winkle asked, “Me? Now? Here?”
Mrs. Winkle gave an affirmative
answer to each of these questions,
her words sounding like strangled
chirps.
Mr. Winkle thought, desperately.
Suddenly, he wanted to lash out at
something. “Certainly not,” he said.
“I can’t wait around here. I’ve got
to get to the shop. And I don’t—
tell them I don’t want to be inter
viewed.”
Mrs. Winkle passed on his views
over the telephone. They didn’t
seem to make much impression, for
Mrs. Winkle, after listening to what
was said in reply, kept agreeing
doubtfully, "Yes . . . yes, but—oh,
I can see that’s probably right.”
She hung up and came back. She
appeared to be slightly dazed.
“They said,” she told Mr. Winkle,
“that you’re already something of a
celebrity—from being the first mar
ried man in thj o]der men’s classifi
cation to be drafted—and that It’s
your patriotic duty to set a good
example. They’re coming out here
to take pictures of—of us both.”
“I won’t do it,” he said. "And
you shouldn’t—”
“But, Wilbert,” Mrs. Winkle pro
tested, “it won’t look right if we
don’t.”
"I don’t care how it looks. Where’s
my hat?” He was emboldened to
be peremptory. “Where’s my lunch
box?”
He saw them both where they
were kept ready for his departure
to business. He snatched them up
almost savagely, and clamped the
hat on his head. He hadn’t felt so
aroused for many years. He didn’t
quite know what to make of the way
It wasn’t until he had gone soma
way that it occurred to him he had
forgotten to kiss his wife goodby.
he felt, for there was fear mixed in
him, too, along with his unaccus
tomed anger. Mainly, there was
the sense of being unnerved by an
unsure Amy.
He turned, and marched to the
front door. Mrs. Winkle followed
him. “Wilbert,” she said weakly,
“you have to, and you know it.”
' By the time he reached the steps
outside, Mr. Winkle had somewhat
calmed. His small storm was near
ly over. He blinked. “I suppose,”
he admitted, “I’ll have to do a lot
of things I don’t feel like doing.”
Abruptly, he strode away, down
the walk, and then along the street.
It wasn’t until he had gone some
way that it occurred to him he had
forgotten to kiss his wife goodby.
It was the first time he had neglect
ed this ritual in their whole mar
ried life. Ordinarily, he would have
been called back and given instruc
tions. But there was no sound from
Amy.
Guiltily, he glanced once behind,
to see her still standing on the steps,
her hand at her throat, watching
him depart. Penelope was at her
feet, staring after him mournfully.
It may seem curious that, though
Mr. Winkle’s place of business was
located right in back of his house,
he didn't go out through the rear
door and across the fifty feet of yard
to reach his shop.
To the Winkles this wasn’t strange
at all. There was c.jite a good rea
son for it.
It originated from Mr. Winkle’s
career as a public accountant hav
ing disappeared during the depres
sion. Secretly, he was just as glad,
for he had never cared much for
dealing in long rows of someone
else’s figures. He greatly preferred
tinkering wl^^mecha^cal^^iings.
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