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THE SUNDAY OREOONIAN, PORTLAND, SEPTE3IBER 15, 1918.
LIFE SKETCHES BY ARTIST WHO SENSES SPIRIT OF THE DAY
AMONG US MORTALS
Giving the Boys a Lift
W. E. HILL
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Lady whose ear went a block out of the way to drop a
ailor and then'' wasn't properly thanked wondering if
it would do any good to drop a line to Mr. Daniels on
jhe subject of manners, etc
"1 do think -it so queer
that we haven't once
been stopped by a sol
dier who wants a ride,"
observes Cousin Paula,
whose flivver has "Men
in Uniform 1 Welcome
as far as we go" pasted
on the windshield.
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''Don't stop this
one. Harry, it's a
fliwer. There's a
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I know what boyt
like! I've got two
at home I" say
Mrs. Tuppy, who
has presented Cor
poral McMurfe
with some lolly
pops. Corporal
McMurfee is hop
ing they won't pass
a balloon vender,
before his cornet
is reached.
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The c-. oelongs to Private Clutche's rnother. but Captain Bin ney. who has hopped onto the step for a lift into town, doesn't,
know it . Private Clutche is beginning to feel slightly "da trov.7
The ffuv who exolains with tears in his e5rci how crazy he is to eet ovd
there how he longs for the front line trenches, and bow. he'd-go pyen
in a minute if only
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