Sam was just too tired to pay much attention to the soldier who paused at the entrance and slid his eyes over the long, low building which was a combined Post Exchange and Red Cross Club. On the side toward the ocean, numerous posts had been imbedded in the ground and round tops nailed to them to serve as tables. A sign announced that It was a beer garden. Here were gathered the worshipers of sun, sea air and beer, and not a few who found watching specks on the horizon become ships and the surf leaping high against the rocks on the coast less boring than doing nothing. After a long careful study of the crowd, the man's eyes caught Sam's, and Sam was startled into recognition.
Manuscripts: Vol. 15
, Article 2.
Available at: https://digitalcommons.butler.edu/manuscripts/vol15/iss3/2