“No tickets needed,” read Jerry. “It’s a case of first come first served, I guess.”
They entered the drug store, and soon were being served, talking, the while, of the coming patriotic meeting.
“Colonel Wentworth is going to preside,” announced Ned.
“Yes, and there’ll be enough rhetorical fireworks to stock a battleship,” observed Jerry.
“Well, the old soldier means all right,” added Bob, who seemed to be of a kind and mellow disposition, now that he was having something to eat. Eating, as may have been guessed, was one of Chunky’s strong points. “There isn’t a more patriotic citizen than Colonel Wentworth,” went on the stout youth, stirring his chocolate ice-cream soda to mix it well before drinking. “He did his share in the Spanish war, and now he’s anxious to volunteer again, I hear.”
“He’s a little too old, isn’t he?” asked Ned.
“Yes, but he’s in fine shape. Well, we’ll go to the meeting, anyhow, and help whoop things up.”
“That’s right!” chimed in Jerry Hopkins. “These are the days to show your colors.”
It will be evident to the reader that the period of the opening of this story was in the spring, following the announcement of war between the United States and Germany.
Of the events leading up to that announcement nothing need be said here, for they are too well known. But even though every one who had closely followed the trend of thought and happenings, knew there was nothing for an honor-loving and conscientious nation to do except take the step advocated by President Wilson, still the actual declaration that a state of war existed, when it was made, came as a shock.