Sergeant York

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- Yeah.

- Lem, here's your Nashville paper.

- Well, thank you, Pastor.

I got letters here for Tom Carver

and Ed Watson.

Both back tax bills, I reckon.

- What does it say, Lem?

- Well...

They're a-telling, Cordell Hull

are speechmaking over in Jimtown.

Appears he's out running

for Congress again.

- It says...

- I mind when Cord Hull

wasn't knee high to a toad frog,

and running around in his shirttail.

Just goes to show you what

a fellow can do if he gets book learning.

That paper is four days old,

I read it over at Nashville.

Yep. It took Luke three days

of mule-paddling

to bring the mail from Rugby.

I can believe that,

after driving over here from Jamestown.

Jimtown.

- I thought it was Jamestown.

- It are.

Well, anyway, since driving over here,

what I'd like to know is,

how do you fellows get into this valley?

We were born here.

Now look, Mr. Pile,

I'd like to sell you some of these garments

before the price goes up

on account of the war.

What war?

Why, the... The war in Europe.

Oh, that war.

Yes, certainly.

Look likes the Germans

might get into Paris, don't you think?

Well, we ain't done

much thinking on it, mister.

It ain't in our corner, nohow.

If you're hankering for trouble,

it ain't scarce

right here in these mountains.

Oh, I ain't looking for any trouble.

Yep, fighting could have been

mighty plentiful

down at the meeting house last night.

Did you hear?

Alvin York and two other fellows

done busted up the meeting.

That ain't a smithereen

to what he done in Jimtown.

- Nigh split the jail, he did.

- No...

Raised such a rumpus

they had to turn him loose.

Do tell.

Old man Jarvis up Bear Creek way

told me he seen the three of 'em

riding their mules,

hell-bent for election,

toward the Kentucky border.

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