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Title: The fighting mascot, the true story of a boy soldier
Year: 1918 (1910s)
Authors: Kehoe, Thomas Joseph. (from old catalog) Bacon, E. L. (from old catalog), ed
Subjects: World War, 1914-1918
Publisher: New York, Dodd, Mead and company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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ders above me. I had more thanone chance to knife one of them in the back, butdoing that is too much like Fritzies own styleof fighting. I say there wasnt room to swing a gun, butthere was one exception. In a corner of theroom stood a big Prussian who was using thebutt of his gun as a club, and nobody could getnear him. He could have been shot, of course,but either nobody cared to fire at him or nobodythought of it. I think it must have been the funof a hand-to-hand fight with him that kept themfrom shooting. His gun was swinging like thesail of a windmill in a gale, and a Tommy withhis knife in his hand who tried to crawl underit was knocked flat. At this the big Hun gave a roar like a lionand began to bellow names at us. He calledus pigs, and probably a good many worse things,too, but it didnt hurt our feelings much sincewe couldnt understand more than one word inten. Put the steel to im! Put the steel to im! The whole roomful of us was yelling andpushing and struggling to get near.
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FIGHT IN THE STONE HOUSE 183 A moment later one of our lads jabbed athim with a bayonet, but Fritzie parried it andsent the Tommy ^s gun flying against the wall.It must have been two or three minutes thathe held everybody off. Then a Tommy made aspring for him, as quick as a cat, and drove aknife into him. Fritzie ^s gun dropped with acrash to the floor, and he fell on top of it. The big room in which all this fighting tookplace covered almost all the ground floor, butthere was a little adjoining room, and I sawsome of the Tommies standing at the door andlooking into it. I squeezed in among them, andthere before us lay a man, a woman and a babystone dead. They had been stabbed with bayo-nets. I never felt so much like fighting aswhen I saw that little baby lying there. OldBonesey was in the group at the door, and,though he as well as all of us had seen manydreadful things before that day, there werebig tears running down his face. He wasnt abad sort of a burglar after all, poor old Bo

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