"Mister Potato "

THERE is a Frenchman in New Gale -1 donia known to his more intimate cobbers as “Monsieur Pomme de Terre.”

The story goes back to the day after Pearl Harbour, when Japanese residents were being rounded up all over the island. The Frenchman in question was on board a Nickel Cos. ship since lost, and was examining cargo with the help of one of those spike-like instru ments used by Customs officials. Fre quently he came to a pile of sacks into which he began carelessly plugging his spike, when he was startled by a plain

tive voice saying: “Ne pique pas, ne pique Potatoes tCTre ” ( . ’ potatoes - Potatoes! ) This stirred him, and he faced the sacks with the intentness of Aladdin—or whoever it was who was searching for Forty Thieves. Presently he made e l e \ balefuUy regarding him through a hole m the sacking, He barked out the French for “Hey, come out of it!” and there emerged a little brush-headed Japanese who was quickly taken care of and put behind barbed wire. It is since this encounter that his friends sometimes call Monsieur

B , “Mister Potato.”-

H.E.L.F.