Three Soldiers

Excerpts from the BookJohn Andrews stood naked in the center of a large bare room, of which the walls and ceiling and floor were made of raw pine boards. The air was heavy from the steam heat. At a desk in one corner a typewriter clicked spasmodically.Say, young feller, d'you know how to spell imbecility?John Andrews walked over to the desk, told him, and added, Are you going to examine me?This book is a Fiction, very nicely penned by the author. This book is a reproduction of an important historical work.