A rather mysterious letter on Lady
Somebody's stationery. It read something like this: 'The paths of glory
lead but to the grave. Thanks for the flowers. And three cheers, me lad,
for the British Empire.'"
THE SYBARITE
They had been poor all their lives. The neighbors said: "It's a wonder how
the Sikoras get along."
They lived in a rear flat. Four rooms that were dark and three children
that were noisy. The three children used Wabansia Avenue as a playground.
Dodging wagons and trucks was a diversion which played havoc with their
shoes, but increased their skill in dodging wagons and trucks.
The neighbors said: "Old man Sikora is pretty sick. It's a wonder where
they'll get money to pay the doctor."
Then old man Sikora, who wasn't so old (but poverty and hard work with a
pick give a man an aged look), was taken to the county hospital. The
Sikora children continued to dodge wagons and trucks and Mrs. Sikora went
out three days a week to do washing. And the milkman and the grocer came
around regularly and explained to Mrs. Sikora that they, too, had to live
and she must pay her bills.
Then the neighbors said: "Did you hear about it? Old man Sikora died last
night in the hospital.
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