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When widowed Katherine Tupper Brown told her sons that she was inviting an Army officer named Colonel Marshall to visit them at their home on Fire Island, the lads at once smelt a rat. "If it makes you happier, mother, it is all right with me," said Clifton (14). "I don't know about that. . . ." muttered Allen (12). But soon afterwards, the future Chief of Staff of the U.S. Army received a brief, secret note from Allen: "I hope you will come to Fire Island. Don't be nervous, it is O.K. with me. (Signed) A friend...
...once marched to capture the Sabine women and found ancient Rome, the grim thump of drums woke Adolfo Boscaini. Farmer Boscaini kept 200 milk cows, 600 sheep on 220 hectares (about 490 acres). His barns were freshly painted. So was his tractor, ready for autumn ploughing. His cowsheds smelt only of sour-sweet silage...
...seen Persia," said a dreamy G.I. to Correspondent Joel Sayre as their ship entered the Persian Gulf, ''was a swell big marble layout in the moonlight with a built-in pool. Birds was singing, but not too loud, and everything smelt wonderful. Some guys with turbans was taking it easy on cushions. They had whiskers and they was having a smoke out of them jars with the hose on them and they was smothered in wonderful-looking broads . . . wearing them long peekaboo pants. Sitting on the floor was a three-piece orchestra playing Midway music. Standing out front...
When the summer moon is full and the tide is high, the grunion run in Southern California. The grunion (rhymes with bunion) are small (6-in.), smelt-like fish. Unique among marine life, they ride the surf onto sandy beaches, there to spawn and quickly go away again. The female dances on her tail, drilling a hole into the sand for her eggs, while the male flops wildly about her. The next full breaker covers the roe with sand, washes the grunion back...
...Carentan that you've read about, Mom, and there are dairy cows grazing in our orchard and the peasants come right out in their wooden shoes and milk them, and Mom, one of the cows made fertilizer right where I put down my blankets. Golly, Mom, it sure smelt good and reminded me of you and Dad and old Muley. That's what I'm fighting for, Mom, a world in which there won't be no soldiers putting down their blankets right where old Muley wants to make fertilizer. Your loving son, Junior...