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Title: The American Legion Weekly (Volume 2, No. 7 (February 13, 1920))
Year: 1920 (1920s)
Authors: American Legion. National Headquarters
Subjects: American Legion periodicals
Publisher: American Legion
Contributing Library: The American Legion National Headquarters Library
Digitizing Sponsor: LYRASIS Members and Sloan Foundation

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e slid allover that corner of Bel-gium. When a Verylight would go up everyman was supposed tobe tense—what a won-derful piece of statuaryit would make if thatline of doughboys couldhave been pictured inthe rigid positions theyassumed under a brightlight and machine gunfire. I would whisperback to the captain:Hole. The captainwould repeat it and itwould be passed backall right to a few menwhen some buck wouldsay low instead of hole and half thelineof men would flop, withprobably a few messoutfits or tins of waterbumping against some-thing hard. One time(Continued on page 27) 13 New Jobs For New Men When H. H.Raegehadlearned to use the artifi-cial leg that took the placeof one he lost in France,he joined the LegislativeCommittee of The Ameri-can Legion and is nowworking for disabled com-rades. J. H. Daviswas withan expresscompanybefore thewar, andeven duringthe war hehandeda■few things to the Germansbefore he was badly wound-edin Belleau Woods. He isnow delivering telephonemessages.
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Michael Sullivan learned something about drilling in the Army,and after losing a leg in the ArgQnnt he qualified at drilling lensesin an optical shop. William Simp-son is again readyfor a Texas roundup, after a year ina base hospital. In 1918 he rode herd in France and oncerounded up 171 Germans. ■_■ American Photo Service. 14 The AMERICAN LEGION WEEKLYfor FEBRUARY 13, 1920 Ease off, I dont want to hear any scuttle-butt news, he told hismother when she wanted him to go calling with her. The Navy Marks Its Own The Paymaster Was Right; Land Legs Come Slowly to Those Who Have Learned the Strange Vernacular of the Sea WIEN Jack McDizzy swung offthe train in the old home town,the Navy was just as far in thepast as the Battle of Hastings. Figura-atively speaking, he was laughing up hisblue broadcloth sleeve at the paymasterwho had handed him his final check whendischarge papers brought to a climax hisdivorce suit against the United StatesNavy in general and the U. S. S. Whiffen-poof in

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