THE SHERO
One thing about scouts—I mean two things about them. They always keep their words and they always keep their appetites—you can ask anybody.
I said, “Bring down a bottle of shoe-blacking with a sponge brush and we’ll let the whole World know that you’re a hero, I mean a shero.”
She said, “First we’re going to have refreshments.”
I said, “No, first we’re going to give you credit.”
She just laughed and she said, “No, because it’s my father’s house.”
I said, “That’s not your fault. If that butler was in my house he’d scare the life out of me just the same. I hope you never feed him meat. Even if I met him at the Peace Conference he’d scare me.”
So two or three of those girls went upstairs and got a bottle of shoe blacking and a big piece of cardboard. It was the cover of a box a suit comes in. I printed on it good and plain:
WITH THE ASSISTANCE
OF
THE GIRL SCOUTS