Go for Broke! Page #2

I can look

at a day-old chick

and tell you if

it's a he or a she.

Ha, ha. Now, who'd want to know

that except another chick?

You pay for the poultry feed

and you'd wanna know.

A he ain't no good at all

when it grows up.

Only the shes.

How come chicken farmers

no can find out themselves?

Too bashful?

You funny man.

Chick sexing is a science.

It was developed in Japan,

and it's one field

where buddhahead gets a break.

Mean to say

ya never heard of it?

I just got as far

as the birds and the bees.

These college guys are sharp,

you know that?

Four years at USC

and he's a bona fide,

recognized fruit peddler.

Yes, sir.

A fruit peddler with

an architect's degree.

I could have got a job as

an architect if I kept trying.

Well, why didn't you?

It's just my eyes.

Couldn't handle

all that close work.

Yeah, eye trouble,

that's what it was.

All you need

is corrective glasses

to take the slant

out of your eyes.

Hey, kotonk.

Take it easy, huh?

Huh, Chick?

Come on, get it down.

Buck and a half.

One more, one more.

Boy, oh, boy.

You one lucky kotonk.

Wish I got packages like that.

You and me both.

You send package?

Yeah. Hand me those cans,

will you?

Where you gonna send?

Brother in the Army in Pacific?

Uh-uh.

Family in a relocation

camp in Arizona.

Arizona, U.S.A.

You think that chow

here is bad... Brother.

You can even get soap?

Oh, sure.

They've got a canteen

loaded with stuff.

Anything you want,

if you can get there

before they're sold out.

Yes, sir,

all the comforts of home.

And only one block

from the barracks

to the toilets and showers.

Barracks?

Everybody all thrown together?

Got partitions.

Separate room for each family.

My folks are lucky.

Only five of them since I left.

Treat you like that,

hard to figure why a guy

volunteer for the Army.

We have to do something,

so we never get

a deal like that again.

We show 'em.

We show 'em us buddhaheads

good soldiers, good Americans.

That's the idea.

I hope it works.

Sure it works.

Already a lot of stuff

in newspapers about the 442.

Yeah, all we need now

is casualty lists.

Gee, that's a pretty girl.

What her name?

Terry.

Terry.

Nice name.

Your wife?

Not yet.

Why you wait?

This is a great time to be

starting a family, isn't it?

You kotonks, funny guys.

Boy, if I had a girl like that,

they gotta draft me.

No volunteer.

No, sir, draft me

and drag me away.

- Once more, once more.

- Go for broke!

Once more, that's all I ask.

That's all!

Seven!

Let me see those dice.

Attention!

At ease.

Men, this is Lieutenant

Grayson, our platoon leader.

Pick up that money.

Pick it up.

Yes, sir.

Donation for the company fund,

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