A Lesson in Respect for the Uniform AW, whats the difference between a soldier and a loafer? demanded Bunny Hepburn. A soldier aint a loafer, and it takes nerve to be a soldier. Its a job for the bravest kind of a man, retorted Jud Jeffers indignantly. Answer my cnundrum, insisted Bunny. It aint a decent conundrum, retorted Jud, with dignity, for his father had served as a volunteer soldier in the war with Spain. Go on, Bunny, broke in another boy in the group, laughing. Ill be the goat. What is the difference between a soldier and a loafer? A soldier gets paid and fed, and the other loafer doesnt, retorted Bunny, with a broadening grin. A moment later, when he realized that his joke had failed to raise a laugh, Bunny looked disappointed. Aw, go on, flared up Jud Jeffers. You dont know anything about a soldier. But my dad does, retorted Bunny positively. Dad says soldiers dont produce anything for a living; that they take their pay out of the pockets of the public, and then laugh at the public for fools. And what does your father do for a living? demanded Jud hotly. Hes a man who knows a lot, and he lectures, declared Bunny, swelling with importance. When my dad talks a whole lot of men get excited and cheer him. Yes, and they buy him beer, too, jeered Jud, hot with derision for the fellow who was running down the soldiers of the United States. Your father does his lecturing in small, dirty halls, where theres always a beer saloon underneath. You talk about men being producers-and your father goes around making anarchistic speeches to a lot of workingmen who are down on everything because they arent clever enough to earn as good wages as sober, industrious and capable workmen earn. Speech, Jud! laughingly roared another boy in the crowd that now numbered a score of youngsters. Dont you dare talk against my dad! sputtered Bunny, doubling his fists and trying to look fierce. Then dont say anything against soldiers, retorted Jud indignantly. My father was one. I tell you, soldiers are the salt of the earth. Say, but theyre a fine and dandy-looking lot, anyway, spoke up Tom Andrews, as he turned toward the post-office window in front of which the principal actors in this scene were standing. The place was one of the smaller cities in New Jersey. In the post-office window hung a many-colored poster, headed Recruits Wanted for the United States Army. Soldiers of the various arms of the service were shown, and in all the types of uniforms worn on the different occasions. Oh, yes, theyre a fine and dandy lot of loafers-them soldiers! declared Bunny Hepburn contemptuously. This opinion might not have gotten him into trouble, but he emphasized his opinion by spitting straight at the glass over the center of the picture. You coward! choked Jud. Biff! Jud Jeffers fist shot out, with all the force there is in fourteen-year-old muscle. The fist caught Bunny Hepburn on the side of the face and sent him sprawling. Good for you, Jud! roared several of the young boys together. Go for him, Jud! Hes mad, and wants it, called Tom Andrews. Bunny was mad, all the way through, even before he leaped to his feet. Yet Bunny was not especially fond of fighting, and his anger was tempered with caution. You dassent do that again, he taunted, dancing about before Jud. I will, if you give me the same cause, replied Jud. Bunny deliberately repeated his offensive act. Then he dodged, but not fast enough. Jud Jeffers, his eyes ablaze with righteous indignation, sent the troublesome one to earth again. This time Bunny got up really full of fight. From the opposite side of the street two fine-looking young men of about eighteen had seen much of what had passed. Lets go over and separate them, Hal, proposed the quieter looking of the pair. If you like, Noll, though that young Hepburn rascal deserves about all that he seems likely to