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Updated: May 16, 2025
He wandered leisurely along the gravel path that led to the park golf shelter. The wide porch was crowded with golfers and idlers. A foursome was teed up at the first tee. Nick leaned against a porch pillar waiting for them to drive. That old boy had pretty good practise swing ... Stiff, though ... Lookit that dame. Je's!
Their remarks were prefaced and interlarded and concluded with it, so that it was no longer an oath or a blasphemy. "Je's, I was sore at 'm. I told him where to get off at. Nobody can talk to me like that. Je's, I should say not." So accustomed had it grown that it was not even thought of as profanity.
Say, is that right that old Hatton's goin' to send you to college? Huh? Je's!" "Yeh," chorused the others, "go on, Buzz. Tell us." Red put his question. "Tell us about the fightin', Buzz. Is it like they say?" It was Buzz Werner's great moment.
He never kept a job more than a month, and his own account of his leave-taking was always as vainglorious as it was dramatic. "'G'wan! I says to him, 'Who you talkin' to? I don't have to take nothin' from you nor nobody like you, I says. 'I'm as good as you are any day, and better. You can have your dirty job, I says. And with that I give him my time and walked out on 'm. Je's, he was sore!"
Buzz hitched himself up with a characteristic gesture, and plunged into his story. His audience listened entranced, interrupting him with an occasional "Je's!" of awed admiration. But the thing seemed to lack a certain something. Perhaps Casey put his finger on that something when, at the recital's finish he asked: "Didn't he see you was goin' to hit him?" "No. He never see a thing."
Red worked at one of the bleaching vats in the Hatton paper mill. The story of Buzz's fistic triumph had spread through the big plant like a flame. "Go on, Buzz, tell 'em about it," Red urged, now. "Je's, I like to died laughing when I heard it. He must of looked a sight, the poor boob. Go on, Buzz, tell 'em how you says to him he must be a kind of delicate piece of you know; go on, tell 'em."
Buzz opened his lips and the words he used were the words he might have used a year before, as to choice. "There's nothin' to tell. A guy didn't have no time to be scairt. Everything kind of come at once, and you got yours, or either you didn't. That's all there was to it. Je's, it was fierce!" They waited. Nothing more. "Yeh, but tell us " And suddenly Buzz turned away.
Spider laughed. "You better be a hero and go and enlist." Buzz's head came up with a jerk. "Je's, I never thought of that!" Red struck an attitude, one hand on his breast. "Now's your chanct, Buzz, to save your country an' your flag. Enlistment office's right over the Golden Eagle clothing store. Step up. Don't crowd gents! This way!" Buzz was staring at him, open-mouthed.
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