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The Crime

MEMORIAL

Comes to hand an item about Memorial Day which does not contain any unfortunate air-rifle connotations. In a drugstore not far from Harvard Square someone who evidently combined a penchant for window trimming with an unmistakable patriotic zeal arranged a display window with various medicines and flags. Squarely in the center of this nest of cough-and-cold remedies, salves, and tonics a soulful white cross had been arranged. And, at the intersection of the cross was inscribed:

TO DEAD OUR UNKNOWN

Passerby, attracted momentarily, looked with narrowed eyes at the word "Our" and seemed to agree with the druggist's sentiment.

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