"Looks like war, fellows!" exclaimed Frank Sheldon, as, on a cold March
morning he came briskly into the business house where he was employed,
and slipped off his overcoat.
"Oh, I don't know," responded Bart Raymond, Frank's special chum.
"It's looked like war ever since the _Lusitania_ was sunk, but we
haven't got our fighting clothes on yet. The American eagle keeps on
cooing like a dove."