. The American Legion Weekly [Volume 4, No. 33 (August 18, 1922)]. The Legion at Chicago Heights Camp from across theKankakee River ing near where Iwas yelling, whogave me the dirt-iest look. Finally came ayoungster rowingupstream myway and I flung The old Army Game on a cot office for the commander of the Legionpost. They told me he cut meat in thebutcher shop. I waited until a portlymadam got her chops for dinner andthen set about to interview the butcher. Oh, youre looking for Eddie, EddieEickoff, thats his name. This wasthe other butcher talking, so he said,and Eddie was down at the camp,

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. The American Legion Weekly [Volume 4, No. 33 (August 18, 1922)]. The Legion at Chicago Heights Camp from across theKankakee River ing near where Iwas yelling, whogave me the dirt-iest look. Finally came ayoungster rowingupstream myway and I flung The old Army Game on a cot office for the commander of the Legionpost. They told me he cut meat in thebutcher shop. I waited until a portlymadam got her chops for dinner andthen set about to interview the butcher. Oh, youre looking for Eddie, EddieEickoff, thats his name. This wasthe other butcher talking, so he said,and Eddie was down at the camp, onhis vacation. Its nice down there,he added, and theyll sure treat youright. I felt rather sure of that be-forehand. Right next to the butchersblock was a row of hooks that on occa-sions held portions of beef, now givenover in the morning rush to duplicatesales slips. But there was one par-ticular hook that looked as if it hadnthad any meat hooked on it from in-fancy, it was that bright. To it wasfastened a page from a recent issue ofThe American Legion Weekly,

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