Alternate Time Periods
Great War
He hated the mud, he hated the noises, he hated the gas, he hated the explosion. In fact, it was safe to say that Anthony Higgins hated everything there was to hate about The Great War. As they were calling it.
It had already torn Europe apart, and now he, a good American at that, was stuck in a goddamn trench. It was even worse than sleeping on the streets of New York City--and there was a time he'd thought nothing was worse than that.
Damn Germans subs and treaty violations. Damn Woodrow Wilson and Colonel House. Damn everything.
It
Jack let out a wolf-whistle. She was a looker; her parents had to be ashamed. Low neckline, high hem line (he could see her garters!) and short hair. She was wearing makeup. She had a cigarette. Yes, this girl--Sarah Jacobs?--she definitely had It.
"Hey toots," he greeted her, and she exhaled a cloud of smoke in his face. "Wanna jitterbug?"
"Who do you think I am?"
"Well, you're no Clara Bow, wanna jitterbug anyway?"
"Yeah, well you're no Antonio Moreno. And no. But my brother might."
He followed her gaze to her brother. He definitely had It too.
Kingfish
Jack had to admit, Huey Long had a point.
Huey may have been the Kingfish of Louisiana, but thanks to David's new radio (which he'd saved for for months,) even poor boys in New York could hear his speeches. No wonder Louisiana kept electing him. Huey Long, Jack decided, was going to be President one day.
David sighed as the broadcast ended, and flipped the radio off. He glanced at Jack.
"I keep thinkin' he's right," Jack said. "You know. That people should organize--to make sure the rich ain't got everything and we get nothin'."
"Sure, Jack. Keep dreaming."