I may be wrong, of course. The Allies are getting stronger every
day and the Germans must surely be getting weaker. As a matter of
fact, Mr. Jones, I've long since stopped speculating on the outcome of
the war. It is too big for me. I am not one of your know-it-alls who
figure the whole thing out from day to day, and then wonder why the
fool generals didn't have sense enough to perform as expected."
"I wish them countries over there would let me fix 'em out with
generals," drawled Mr. Jones. "I could pick out fifteen or twenty men
right here in this district that could show 'em in ten minutes just
how to win the war. You'd be surprised to know how many great generals
we have running two by four farms and choppin' wood for a livin' up
here. And there are fellers settin' right in there now that never saw
a body of water bigger'n Plum Pond, an' every blamed one of 'em knows
more'n the whole British navy about ketchin' submarines. The quickest
way to end the war, says Jim Roudebush,--one of our leadin' ice-
cutters,--is for the British navy to bombard Berlin from both sides,
an' he don't see why in thunder they've never thought of it. I suppose
you've travelled right smart in Europe?"
"Quite a bit, Mr.
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