Beach, Charles Amory / 2008-07-28 00:00:00
EBOOK, AIR SERVICE BOYS IN THE BIG BATTLE ***
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AIR SERVICE BOYS IN THE BIG BATTLE
Or SILENCING THE BIG GUNS
By Charles Amory Beach
CHAPTER I
BAD NEWS FROM THE AIR
"Well, Tom, how's your head now?"
"How's my head? What do you mean? There's nothing the matter with
my head," and the speaker, who wore the uniform of a French aviator,
glanced up in surprise from the cot on which he was reclining in his
tent near the airdromes that stretched around a great level field,
not far from Paris.
"Oh, isn't there?" questioned Jack Parmly, with a smile. "Then I
beg your pardon for asking, my cabbage! I beg your pardon, Sergeant
Raymond!"
Tom Raymond, whose, chum had addressed him by the military title,
looked curiously at his companion, and smiled at the appellation of
the term cabbage. It was one of the many little tricks picked up by
association with their French flying comrades, of speaking to a
friend by some odd, endearing term. It might be cucumber or rose,
cabbage or cart wheel--the words mattered not, it was the meaning
back of them.
"Say, is anything the matter?" went on Tom, as his chum, attired
like himself', but wearing an old blouse covered with oil and
grease, continued to smile. "What gave you the notion that my head
hurt?"
"I didn't say it hurt. I only asked how it was.
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