Rat-a-tat-tat!

He struck the floor fiercely with his green cotton umbrella and said, "The Circus Cotton-Tails will come, A-rat-a-tat, just hear the drum.

Sure enough, they heard the "rat-a-tat," of a drum.

"Rat-a-tat-tat," went the rapping.

He knocked on the door, rat-a-tat-tat, and, luckily, the doctor was at home.

And all the time the umberella was doing rat-a-tat tats on the gate, while a voice much too loud for the potman'sstarted calling out: "Watch-man ahoy!"

The sharp bark of rifles, the rat-a-tat of machine guns, the boom of bursting grenades, and the yells, groans, screams and shouts of the hand-to-hand conflict came through the curtaining smoke in a mad jumble of savage sound.

Seas, even when calmest, were to become terrible, and men's heart-beats, a bit sluggish with the fatty degeneration of a sluggard peace, to quicken and then to throb with the rat-a-tat-tat, the rat-a-tat-tat of the most peremptory, the most reverberating call to arms in the history of the world.

Seas, even when calmest, were to become terrible, and men's heart-beats, a bit sluggish with the fatty degeneration of a sluggard peace, to quicken and then to throb with the rat-a-tat-tat, the rat-a-tat-tat of the most peremptory, the most reverberating call to arms in the history of the world.

In June, 1917, Leon Kantor, answering that rat-a-tat-tat, enlisted.