Five o'clock
He picked up his cigar , took an apprehensive puff and went on ticketing and folding . There was a grin behind the cigar now . Into the late afternoon glitter of Fifth Avenue . Five o'clock Fifth Avenue . Flags of every nation , save one . Uniforms of every blue from French to navy ; of almost any shade save field green . Pongee-coloured Englishmen , seeming seven feet high , to a man ; aviators slim and elegant , with walking sticks made of the propeller of their shattered planes , with a notch for every Hun plane bagged .