National Affairs: Mule

Arizona is a mule. He belongs to the Army. His neck was wounded by shrapnel in the Argonne. All three "A's" were condensed as one on a clean new blanket which the 30th Infantry, now stationed at the Presidio in San Francisco, last week draped upon Arizona and then saluted. While the men marched by him, Arizona, little knowing that he had committed "valor under fire," but doubtless remembering many a whack on the behind in the days when he dragged a field gun, rolled a mulish eye at Brigadier-General Frank C. Bolles and mulishly munched carrots.


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