All the while we were talking there the crowd had been busy getting their
things together and going out and nobody paid any attention to us sitting
there in the shadow under the gallery. Now, however, I was aware of
somebody approaching directly, and along came the Mayor, gracious and
smiling, to shake hands with the speaker of the afternoon.
"Those were rattling good stories you told," he said in his hearty way.
"I say, won't you be a guest at a little dinner the frat brothers are
giving this evening, and tell them to the boys? That's the kind of stuff
everybody's interested in."
And off went the man who had never had a chance, arm in arm with the
Mayor, to be guest of honor at a dinner in the finest hotel in the city!
Jiminy! Do you see what the Winnebagos have gone and done? They've saved
a man from being a deserter! I've promised to write to him and get the
rest of the girls to write and send him things, and I'll bet that he'll
be loyal to the flag to the last gasp.
Now aren't you glad you're a Winnebago?
Your loving old pal,
Sahwah.