17/47 There's a mess over there; wanting something and not knowing exactly what, those millions; milling cattle, with neither shed nor pasture. The Lord only knows how long it will take to clarify. Would you mind if I smoked ?" "Wow!" cried Burlingame. "I don't see how any pipe could be worse than Mr.Burlingame's." "I apologize," said the dramatic editor, humbly. She turned to the war correspondent. |