Biltmore Oswald - The Diary of a Hapless Recruit by J. Thorne Smith Jr.
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and underlined it.
The next booth I visited seemed to be a little more hospitable, so I sat down with the rest of the fellows and prepared to talk of the events of the past twenty-one days. "How many Articles are there?" suddenly asked a C.P.O. who hitherto had escaped my attention. "Twelve," I replied promptly, thinking I might just as well play the game, too. "What are they based on?" he almost hissed, but not quite. "The Constitution of these United States," I cried in a loud, public-spirited voice, at which the C.P.O. choked and turned dangerously red. It seems that not only was I not quite right, but that I couldn't have been more wrong. "Go," he gasped, "before I do you some injury." A very peculiar man, I thought, but, nevertheless, his heart seemed so set on my going that I thought it would be best for us to part. "I am sure I do not wish to force myself upon you," I said icily as I left. The poor man appeared to be on the verge of having a fit. "Do you want to tie some knots?" asked a kind-voiced P.O. at the next booth. "Crazy about it," says I, easy like. |
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