November 1954

Ye Olde Corps

Volume 37, Issue 11

AN UNUSUALLY large crowd was gathered around the doors of a tavern in Philadelphia one frosty morning in November, 1775, as two weather-beaten trappers approached the common.

The stocky one of middle height stopped and grasped his companion by the arm.

"Od's blood!" he muttered, "a new cargo of rum must have come in yesterday. Look yonder at all of the big heads waiting to draw their daily ration of courage to help them face their wives!"

The short one with the hooked nose jutting prominently past the coonskin tail of his cap paused a moment in retrospect.

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