Our Booster from Jewell, Kansas • 1

VOL. 6 NO. 9. MARCH, 1919. JEWELL, KANSAS.

Published Monthly by the Citizens State Bank, Jewell, Kansas, for the information of its stockholders and customers. GOOD MORNING, FRIENDS The wandering bird has at last ceased his cloud hopping and foreign travels and has come back to roost in his old nest at the Citizens State Bank. The folks here have rather taken advantage of my absence by filling our readers full of strange and weird tales about me and my letters, but I now take occasion to say a few words for myself and rise to remark that I am mighty happy to be here and sincerely hope to meet all of our friends and customers and to once more serve you as best I can in any way connected with the bank. Since the armistice was signed and the incentive removed for staying in France, I was anxious to get back to my work and did everything possible to that end. There were times when I thought my prospects for ever getting to my old place behind the counter looked rather slim, but toward the last the outlook grewT brighter.

But speaking of slim that was me all over on being introduced to the A.E.F. Between the "flu" and the rough sea there was hardly anything left of me. At times I found myself strongly affected by the spirit of giving. Had the fishes asked for our humble assistance, truly could I have said: "I have given all that is within me." We crossed over in a convoy during the time when the "flu" was raging so badly and naturally was quite serious on the boats. Every afternbon at 2 p.

m. started a military funeral on ours at which time from 6 to 12 of the boys were sacked up and dropped over the rear. At such times I rather had a "gone feeling" as to when my turn was coming. You might say it was rather hard on one's morale. They tried to feed me soup but eating soup with any degree of success on a rough and stormy sea has its difficulties.

To do so during such times of pitching and rolling requires a certain knack and deftness of hand working in conjunction with the mouth, not to mention a steady nerve and a quick eye, all of which must need approach the point of being an art in order to avoid dire calamaties and embarrasments. I never did.