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ow gloom of the wharfbuilding. Major Taylor and the John-sons shook hands like strangers. Then he was fol owing his smal khaki trunk to a taxi-cab. The Johnsons already had a cab and were waiting for a stray grip. Charley went over to them. He couldn't think of anything to say. Paul said he must be sure to come to see them if he stayed in New York, but he kept standing in the door of the cab, so that it was hard for Charley to talk to Eveline. He could see the muscles relax on Paul's jaw when the porter brought the lost grip. "Be sure and look us up," Paul said and jumped in and slammed the door.

Charley went back to his cab, carrying with him a last glimpse of long hazel eyes and her teasing smile. "Do you know if they stil give officers special rates at the Mc-Alpin?" he asked the taximan.

"Sure, they treat you al right if you're an officer. . . . If you're an enlisted man you get your ass kicked," an-swered the taximan out of the corner of his mouth and slammed the gears.

-9-The taxi turned into a wide empty cobbled street. The cab rode easier than the Paris cabs. The big warehouses and marketbuildings were al closed up. "Gee, things look pretty quiet here," Charley said, leaning forward to talk to the taximan through the window.

"Quiet as hel . . . . You wait til you start to look for a job," said the taximan.

"But, Jesus, I don't ever remember things bein' as quiet as this."

"Wel , why shouldn't they be quiet. . . . It's Sunday, ain't it?"

"Oh, sure, I'd forgotten it was Sunday."

"Sure it's Sunday."

"I remember now it's Sunday."

NEWSREEL XLIV

Yankee Doodle that melodee

COLONEL HOUSE ARRIVES FROM EUROPE

APPARENTLY A VERY SICK MAN

Yankee Doodle that melodee

TO CONQUER SPACE AND SEE DISTANCES

but has not the time come for newspaper proprietors to join in a wholesome movement for the purpose of calming troubled minds, giving al the news but laying less stress on prospective calamities

DEADLOCK UNBROKEN AS FIGHT SPREADS

they permitted the Steel Trust Government to trample underfoot the democratic rights which they had so often been assured were the heritage of the people of this country

-10-SHIPOWNERS DEMAND PROTECTION

Yankee doodle that melodee

Yankee doodle that melodee

Makers me stand right tip and cheer

only survivors of crew of schooner Onato are put in jail on arrival in Philadelphia PRESIDENT STRONGER WORKS IN

SICKROOM

I'm coming U.S.A.

I'll say

MAY GAG PRESS

There's no land . . . so grand

Charles M. Schwab, who has returned from Europe, was a luncheon guest at the White House. He stated that this country was prosperous but not so prosperous as it should be, because there were so many disturbing investigations on foot

. . . as my land

From California to Manhattan Isle

CHARLEY ANDERSON

The ratfaced bel boy put down the bags, tried the fau-cets of the washbowl, opened the window a little, put the key on the inside of the door and then stood at something like attention and said, "Anything else, lootenant?" This is the life, thought Charley, and fished a quarter out of his pocket. "Thank you, Sir, lootenant." The bel boy shuffled his feet and cleared his throat. "It must have been terrible overseas, lootenant." Charley laughed. "Oh, it was al right.""I wish I coulda gone, lootenant." The boy showed

-11-a couple of ratteeth in a grain. "It must be wonderful to be a hero," he said and backed out the door.

Charley stood looking out the window as he unbuttoned his tunic. He was high up. Through a street of grimy square buildings he could see some columns and the roofs of the new Penn station and beyond, across the trainyards, a blurred sun setting behind high ground the other side of the Hudson. Overhead was purple and pink. An el train clattered raspingly through the empty Sundayevening streets. The wind that streamed through the bottom of the window had a gritty smel of coalashes. Charley put the window down and went to wash his face and hands. The hotel towel felt soft and thick with a little whiff of chlo-ride. He went to the lookingglass and combed his hair. Now what?

He was walking