“‘Why don’t you salute an officer?’ he asks me.
“‘Salute?’ says I, kinda dumfounded. ‘Hell, we don’t go in for that kind of stuff in this sector,’ I told him. You ought to seen that man’s face.
“‘How long have you men been over here?’
“‘Eleven months. How long have you been here?’ I knew he had just landed. His Sam Browne was new-lookin’.
“‘How does New York look without any lights now?’ asked Carnes.
“Say, that officer must have felt like fifty centimes. He saw my high hat ’bout that time.
“‘Take that hat off. It isn’t regulation,’ says the second looey to me.
“‘TAKE THAT HAT OFF. IT ISN’T REGULATION,’ SAYS THE SECOND LOOEY TO ME”
“‘Regulation’s out of style up here,’ says I. ‘It’s all I got; can’t take a chance of gettin’ sunstruck.’