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Connor, Ralph, Pseudonym, 1860-1937

"The Sky Pilot in No Man's Land"

Look here,
Pilot!" The doctor pointed a shaking and accusing finger at Barry. "You
have often spoken against this thing, but next time you break loose,
give them merry hell over it. You can't make it too hot."
Long Barry sat silent overborne by the fury of the doctor's passionate
indictment.
"Cheer up, old chap!" said the doctor, when his wrath had somewhat
subsided. "We'll lick the Kaiser and beat the devil yet."
"But, doctor, what can I do?" implored Barry. "That's part of my job,
surely. Part of the job of the chaplain service, I mean. Oh, that is the
ghastly tragedy of this work of mine. Somehow I can't get at it. These
evils exist. I can speak against them and make enemies, but the things
go on just as before."
"Don't you believe it, Pilot, not quite as before. Behold how you have
already checked my profanity. Even the old man has pretty much cut it
out at mess. You don't know where they would have been but for you.
Cheer up! Our wings may not be visible but, on the other hand, there are
no signs of horns and hoofs.


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