The Roaring Twenties Page #2

will meet Jess Willard...

...for the heavyweight championship

of the world.

People are talking about the high cost

of living. Everything is going up:

Food, rent, clothing, taxes.

The Prohibition amendment is ratified

by the necessary 36 states...

...and becomes the law of the land.

People are dancing

to the strains of "Dardanella."

Finally, late in the year...

...the last detachments of the American

forces come back from policing the Rhine...

...almost forgotten by all

but their relatives and friends.

It's Eddie Bartlett!

- You ain't dead?

- Lf I am, they forgot to bury me.

Well, when you didn't come back

with the others, we thought you was dead.

They kept me in Germany

to straighten things out.

- Danny Green still live here?

- Sure.

But if you're thinking of moving in again,

the rent's higher than it used to be.

- Oh, yeah? How much?

- Four dollars from each of you every week.

That's fair enough.

I won't have it anyway.

Here's your coffee, Danny.

Oh, thanks.

- Tired?

- Yeah.

I drove some goofer

all over Times Square...

Eddie!

- How are you?

- Hello, Danny.

- I'm glad to see you.

- Glad to see you.

- Well, I thought that...

- Yeah, I know. You thought I was dead.

Yeah.

Gee, kid, I'm glad to see you.

Yeah, I... I thought you was bumped off.

Why didn't you tell me you was coming? I'd

have went down to the boat to meet you.

Well, you could've wrote to me

if you'd have tried hard.

- Who's gonna read it to you?

- I got friends.

- Well, the same cheesy old joint, huh?

- Yeah.

- You look healthy.

- Oh, I feel fine now that the war's over.

Eddie, you never saw a sicker guy

in your life the day I was...

When I got my number for the draft.

Flat feet, peepers all gone.

I even had a touch of the palsy.

- No bad heart?

- Well, I was working up to that.

- Same old Danny. How's hacking?

- Oh, bad.

- Yeah?

- Things ain't good in the taxi business.

Everybody's walking

where they wanna go.

Hey, how's things in France?

Oh, I'm glad you reminded me.

Brought you a souvenir.

You needn't have done that.

I didn't expect anything. What is it?

German trench helmet. Hope it fits.

I had an awful time finding

a Heinie with your head size.

Say, that's swell.

It just doesn't fit.

It's a little too small.

I can send it to the cleaners

and get it stretched.

- How do I look?

- You're just the girl to wear it.

Oh, boy, I'm gonna give this to my kids.

You know, if I ever have any.

Tell them how I captured it.

Charging the enemy!

I gotta hide this so no one will cop it.

Where will I put it?

Here's the place.

She never sweeps under here.

Can you see it?

Oh, yeah.

You hungry, Eddie?

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