"Your Honor the Mayor, we represent John P. Dunn Post, American Legion,
and the independent young men of this city in general. May we have a word
with you?"
"Certainly, Mr. Commander!"
In the stress of his emotions Lanigan immediately sloughed off his
official air. "It's a hell of a note when a bunch of sissy slackers can
keep real soldiers ten feet from the door of the city armory at the end of
a bayonet."
The mayor strolled over and placed a placatory palm on the shoulder of the
spokesman. "What's, all the row, Joe? Let's not get excited!"
"I have been away fighting for liberty and justice and I don't know what's
been going on in politics at home. I don't know anything about politics."
"Nor I, Joe, so let's not try to discuss 'em. What else?"
"They've got three machine-guns up in our State House. What for? They are
going to put in them sissy slackers--"
"Let's not call names, Joe. Those boys would have followed you across if
you boys hadn't been so all-fired smart that you cleaned it all up in a
hurry! What else?"
"Why have a gang of politicians got to barricade our State House against
the people?"
"Let's keep cool, Joe, my boy, and find out.
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