In Paris 30,000 beds. In bed 30,000 humans more or less connected with the American Legion. In parched U. S. stomachs sizzling French champagne. All the old familiar folk cries:
"Sock 'im buddy!"
"Saaaay! It didn't take an act of Congress to make me a gentleman."
"So this is Zelli's!"
"Durn purty li'l frog, I'll say."
"Shhtfhh-that, I'll block your knock off!"
"Donnez moi une cigraette, Monsieur?"
"D'ja hear that? It's only the bum ones gets obvious."
"I says to the guy, 'America first!' I says, 'Gimme my ticket! ahead uh these Wops!'':
"Oh the French...