Part 1 — WHEN EAST IS WEST
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See that man in khaki clothes, Squirming in the dust; Toying with a sketching board, Uniform all mussed. Squinting 'long a little stick, Grunting fit to bust— Turning out a road sketch For his Captain. First he drills a "starting point." Then he takes a "shot;" Someone's scare-crow gets a line, Closes Jones's lot. Paces stiffly down the road, Worried—tense—and hot— Turning out a road sketch For his Captain. Now an "intersection point;" Watch the compass turn. Think to see him finger it Bloomin' thing would burn. Missed an inch by motor truck; Eyes it proud and stern— Turning out a road sketch For his Captain. Plants an orchard in the road; Leaves a forest bare. Runs a railroad through a house; Fakes a village square. Twenty contours in a swamp, Thirteen in the air— Calls the thing a road sketch For his Captain.