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40 THE SUNDAY ORE GONIAL, PORTLAND, NOVEMBER 13, 1904. Adventures of Ben and Nancy CHAX5TER V. EN had lighted .a candle, and there was still a fire on the hearth, and the children at once saw that the two men belonged to the fishing village,, and were- two of the toughest-looking fel lows of the crowd. For a moment no one spoke, while the men edged farther in and shut the door behind them. So far as could be seen the' only weapons they had were the knives used by' all fisher men. Ben was the first to speak: "What do you men want?' he asked in a voice that trembled a little. "I'll tell you that in no time' answered one of the men with a grin. "We want that money you have stored up in the house, and we don't want any fooling about it. If you hand it over neither of you shall be hurt, but If you are sassy about it we'll roast you on that fire." It was hard for the children to believe that the men . had come to " pillage the house, and for a moment they wondered if their visitors were not playing a Joke. They were still staring and wondering when the other man said: "Bill, you take the girl and I'll take the boy, and we'll have that money in ten minutes!" "Open that door and get out!" shouted Ben as he brought his rifle up to his face. While he was naturally somewhat fright ened, as a far older boy would have been, he was no coward. As he pointed his weapon at one man Nancy covered the other with hers. "If you shoot,'- said the man who had spoken first, "we'll roast you alive and be all night about it! Jim, let's rush them!" The rascals sprang forward, but as they did both the children fired. Ben wounded his man in the shoulder, and Nancy hers iin the arm, and both fell to the floor. They were up again in a minute, how ever, but instead of making a new attack Ithey threw open the door and rushed 'away in the darkness, afraid that a sec lond bullet might cost them their lives. There was no more sleep for the children (that night. Next day, as they visited the I village, they related the story bf.the at- tempted robbery, and the butcher said: "I know who the two men are. They are named Johnson and White, and they .have "been stealing " from the men here. ;They are not to be found this morning, 'and have no doubt fled along the shore, land none of us will be bothered with them again. If they come back we will know how todeal with them. You chil dren did just right to shoot, and had you killed them both, no one would have blamed you." It .may be said here that neither of the men was seen in that vicinity again, and that the children were not further mo lested that Winter. They continued kill ing and selling game up to about the 5th of March, when Sprlngweather came and the Ice showed signs of breaking up and the village was abandoned. On counting up their money they found that they had DieK M ITCH iRANKFORT and Bockvllle occupied opposite sides of the river and were intense rivals. The hlghschool at Frankfort had more students from which to make up a football eleven, and for four years had beaten Rockvlllo in the annual championship game. When the Frankfort team strode on the field, each player wearing a darkblue sweater with a red F, it was greeted with wild cheers and shouts by the battalion of supporters. Dick Mitchell, the captain, stalked down the side lines with an air so haughty that his own supporters would almost have been glad to see him humbled. "Whatever else you do, Mitch," said one of them, "don't get rattled." "When you see me rattled," replied the great one, with crushing scorn. "It will be time to amend the Constitution." George Kinsley, better known as Reddy, the Rockvllle captain, won the toss, and choosing the north goal, his team spread out to receive the ball from, the kick off. "Now, fellows," said Reddy, "stick to your interference, keep your eyes on the ball, tackle low and If we can't win we'll . score on them anyhow." Gil Peaksley, the right end, caught the ball as It came floating down the right field from the toe of the Frankfort center, and dodged back and forth for ten yards before he was downed. When they lined up, the right tackle tried Frankfort's center, and then Joe Bartlett, the right half, was sent around the end, both to no purpose. So Reddy Kinsley kicked the ball down the field, and when Frankfort had lined up she pushed her way forward in spite of all the Rockvllle boys could do. "Get down under them," shouted Reddy to his line. "Can't you keep them from setting through?" "Hot unless you put up a picket fence," answered a boy in the Frankfort ranks. Rockvllle couldn't hold them. In, ten minutes Frankfort had carried the ball xver the line and the field was ringing with her yell. A goal was kicked and within as little time again Frankfort had the ball down past the 25-yard line, from which place her full back put it over the bar with a drop kick, leaving the score 10 to 0 at the end of the first half. The Frankfort students felt so tickled that they could not wait till the game QODV HEEDED XIX. TXE FKAXKFOST SUFPOKTKR8 PAD EI) AWAY. BOTH HEX FEIX TO THE FLOOR. I t------.-.-. - ,.t earned over 5400 during the Winter. Mr. Richards was the only one who knew how much money they had) and one day ho said to Ben: j. "No one may ever come to rob yo'u ELL'S GREAT It Was a Brilliant Play But Not Exactly as He Had was over. Puttlrfg their hands on each other's shoulders the boys marched 'round the field In single file, lock-step, keeping time as they went by shouting, "Left, left Rockvllle got left." When the second half began, Rockvllle appeared stronger. Before anyone re alized it she had secured the ball, carried it Into the enemy's camp and made a successful drop kick. Frankfort could add nothing to her score, and Rockvllle got the pigskin again on downs as the half was drawing to a close. The ball was on the 35-yard line at the time and the team summoned all its re sources to get it over the white mark ahead. "Now, boys," said Reddy, "push right along. Don't mind them. Get In the Qtme, everybody." "Chew 'em up, chew 'em up," came from. the side lines where the Rockvllle forces were thoroughly aroused. It was Joe Bartletfs play around left end. He was catapulted through the knot of Frankfort men who were massing there, and -dodging to the right raced to wards the goal. As he dodged again to the left, he saw the Frankfort quarter back crouching in his path, and remem bering his Summer prowess on the high hurdles, gave a leap which took him over the quarter back's head, and dashed on. Just before he reached the line, how ever, Dick Mitchell caught him around the knees. Joe pitched forward, but as he did so, slipped the ball back Into Reddys hands, gave him a push, and al most before anyone had taken In the play, Reddy bounded over the line, touch ing the ball down for his side. If Rockvllle could only kick goal! That would tie the game. Joe Bartlett sent the ball whirling to wards the posts, but It went wild, and Rockvllle's chance was gone. The best she could hope for In the six minutes re maining was to keep her opponents from scoring, and although Frankfort got the ball immediately after the kick off on a punt, Rockvllle blocked her like a wall of granite when she lined up. "Second down and five yards to gain,' shouted the referee. Then Dick Mitchell saw his chance to make a grandstand play and make his team's victory really brilliant. He whispered to the quarter back: "Throw it to me for a fake kick and I'll carry it down the field." The center snapped the ball. It passed again, but it is not prudent to keep such a large sum of money in the house. The place may burn down when you are away, or something else may happen, and my advice Is that you take your cash over FOOTBALL Planned It. out of the hands of the quarter back like a shot, but Dick fumbled It and Gil Peaks ley, the Rockvllle right end. ran Into him, head down, like a battering ram. Dick turned a complete somersault, while the ball spun out of his hands. A dozen boys swooped down after it. and Dick was buried beneath a pile of arms and legs. The mass parted. A figure sprang out with the ball. It was Dick. He had re covered It after alL "Hurrah for Dick Mitchell!" Then the spectators stared in amaze ment. What? Wasn't it Dick? Yes. It was surely Dick, and he was running like wildfire across the field. But 4 he was beaded for his own and not the ene my's goal! Dick had been completely turned around In the scrimmage, and was. running In the wrong direction. As oon as they could find their tongues the Frankfort crowd yelled to" him -to come back, but Rockvllle set up a roar to drown the DILLYDOLL AND JAPLITTLE THEIR MISDEEDS IKLTDOLLi was -bora in Nurem-1 berg. Nobody knew where Jap Httle came from. He looked mys- j terious whenever the subject was men tioned, and hinted that he was a kid naped son of the Mikado. But nobody In the ark believed that. Noah used to laugh at It that is. he tried to laugh, but his fine red smile had been washed half off by a glass of .water that was upset over him, so his laugh was not a real success. The ark was laboring: in a heavy napkin sea . when Dillydoll and Jap little came aboard in a tremendous hurry. Theyj were so much bigger than the other passengers that even the elephant complained. Japlittle fell on top of the hyena when the ark rolled, and broke off two of Its excellent spotted legs so that thereafter the sufferer had to lean against things. Dillydoll settled all in a scraggly heap on trees and houses and Japhct and the lion. The lion's noble curved tall broke off under her foot, and the monarch of the jungle begged the brown ape in a great fright to examine the -injury and tell him if it was fataL The ape looked at It carefully and said to the anxious one: "If Your Majesty did not have such a wonderful wooden constitution, you would have had to be operated on long ago. lou are suirering from an in flamed condition that is known as the- gluelsloose, and it is well' that your royal tall has broken off. A new one will soon grow." But It never did. "I would make you 'walk the plank." said Noah to Dillydoll and Japlittle. "only I have none aboard." The conversation ceased then, for the ark began to roll harder than ever. The napkin billows mounted until their white crests were-high over the top of the good craft, and Noah cried to Ham to man the pumps. Ham lay still on the bottom of the ark with a dm expression on his be nignant face. He knew that there were no pumps aboard, because they hadn't been Invented, so he did not move. Suddenly the ark stopped stock still with a shock that mixed up every thltfg. Noah fell with his head down into the tangle of beasts. The giraffe cried xrantically: '3Iy neck! My neck: Look out for my neck! It's carved out against the grain and the least shock will break It off!" The. bear said nothing. His head had been broken off straight, clean. clear, spang off! "Land, ho!" cried Japlittle, hoarsely. "Where away?' cried Dillydoll. 'Tret me see, too!" cried a voice from the "botlomest bottom of the ark. and upward flew tigers and lambs and dogs and spotted pigs, as if they had been blown up. That was Blackerblack. He had come aboard as a stowaway. Japlittle. Dillydoll and Blackerblack climbed out of the ark and found It stranded on a desolate shore. A tableland, as I live!" said Jap little. So It was. They immediately hastened to ex plore the country, after having- set out two trees' In the hope that they might sprout into a roret In no time. This did not prove true. to Glenvllle and deposit it . in the bank. It will be safe there, and any time you want to draw any you can do so." Ben and Nancy felt that the advice was good, and at once proceeded to act on lt- The banker thought it very strange that two children should be possessed of such a sum. but when he came to hear their story he had only Words of praise for them. From the time the ice broke up until the fishing season fully opened the children were busy getting their boat ready. She bad to be repainted and overhauled and provided with a new" sail, but when com pleted she was one of the be3t of the fleet of twenty or more boats along that shore. The time had now to be divided up on a new scale. When they went out in the boat It was for a four days trip two and a half for fishing and a day and a half to take their catch to market and sail back home. They cooked and took along with them "provisions to last this length of time and also blankets to cover them at night, as they made their beds in the boat. All the fishing was done with hook and line, and they knew the feed ing grounds of the choicest and best. The children had made five or six trips and done fairly well, when they returned home one day to find a surprise awaiting them. They had not locked the door on going away, no longer having any money in the house, and they found It wide open on their return. As they looked In and saw the floor littered up they stepped back and Ben whispered: "Somebody or something has been here and may be still inside. We will raise a yell, and if it is a wild animal he will come bounding- out. Be ready with your rifle." "Fortunately for them, the children al ways took their weapons along with them, and now had them ready. They set up a great shout, and what followed 1 shall tell you In the next chapter. (To be continued.) ' 1 Concealed Sentences. Concealed In each one of these sentences Is a sentence that expresses exactly the same thing In a much better way. Trans pose the words so that you make a new and more simple sentence, being careful to use every word that Is In the original sentence: Vastly different are the ways, right and 'wrong, of saying things. Try, again try, If you don't at first suc ceed. Cheerless over hills of gray that brief December day rose the sun. everything Is worth doing well that is worth doing. Thou sluggard, go to the ant; be wise and consider Its ways. Fear makes all of us cowards. I West Indian Proverbs. Spider an fly no mek good bargain. Trouble neber blow trumpet. What man no know Is good for know. When berryln' day come at you door, you no pick an' choose gravedlgger. When dog hab too much owner, him sleep wldout supper. When fowl merry, hawk him catch chicken. warning. Dick took It for applause, and ran the harder. Joe Bartlet realized that if Dick were allowed to slow down, everything was lost, and turning In his place, he flew after him. He made a dive, barely touch ing the runner around the legs. Dick gave a twist, which Joe took care should be enough to free him, threw "back his head, dashed over the line, and fell upon the ball exhausted. He lay there panting and waiting to be picked up on the shoulders of his school mates and carried in triumph off the field. The crowd was down there In a Jiffy, but it did not seem to be gathering about blm. He turned over and looked down the field, and the truth came to him. Hb had made a safety, which counts two for the other side, and so. lost the game to Rockvllle by .one point. For a moment he was durats Then he began to. bluster at the top of-his -voice. Nobody heangltim. The Frankfort sup porters, faded away, and the Rockvllle boys tied a long rope to the 'bus and dragged the victorious players- off the flelChby hand. As they disappeared down the street jcK, couia near tnem singing with voices whose quality closely resembled that of fog horns. And then It came over him that he was alone. sign, "To Let." That, he explained was done in sarcasm. Japlittle. Dillydoll and Blacker rir had not gone far before they found a strange house. It had neither doors nor windows nor chimney nor stair jupuiwe ano uiackerback could not imagine what it was, but Dillvdoll Knew, one nao seen one like It In Nu rem Derg. v J-t us coax Blackerblack to climb up and sit on the roof," she whls pered to Japlittle, "and you will see some fun. Old GrandDa Jack Snrino-. bang lives In It, and when he finds out mat niacKeroiack Is sitting on his roof he will Jump up and bumn it with hi neao. ano tfiacxerblack will trn flHnp nananananana: said Janlittle with cruci joy. (To Be Continued.) Mary 'Llzabeth's Doll. MT doll is Just the QUEEREST child: She really almost drives mo wild. It ain't that she's Just BAD, you know But that she aggravates mo so. " She doesn't cry OR fret OR stew; I wouldn't stand THAT, I tell you! But she sits up SO stiff and vain It sometime JUST gives me a pain. Now Maty 'Llzabeth, why she Has one that's modest as can be. And SUCH a grateful hild! Oh. dear. I'm frald that mine's spoiled ao can be. Billy's Growl. My father says that if I would Just try a little, to be good. That maybe some day I would be Almost as good a roan as he. And, oh. how often he has told Me that he was good as gold. And filled his parents hearts jrlth joy "When he was Just a little boy. But when ho talks to grown-up men My father he talks all different then. He sits and 4aughs and full of glee Tells them how bad be used to be. , Tn 771T1 MaM (7VP4 i -asms v The Tall - .. . ........ ..... ....... T THE HE WAS A ItOOKTUI. OF GIRLS CROWDING ABOUND HER. j. ..... .. ............... T WAS luncheon hour at Hilton Academy, and excitement was hlgh- among the pretty girls who were pre paring for a presentation of the cantata of "Esther." "Who's that coming?" asked one suddenly. "Oh, that is the girl from" Shelby." 'That backwoods place! No wonder she looks as If she came out of the ark." The girl from Shelby was drawing1 near timidly, and paused as she saw the forbidding faces. Tali and stoop shouldered, with hands that told of hard work. It was hard for Ruth Alden when she wanted to be like other girls; hard to wear that old dress jwlth out grown sleeves and skirt eked out. She wished she knew- how those girls did their hair so prettily, but there wouldn't be time, even If she knew. She must use every minute before school, for her Invalid mother must be made comfortable, and dinner left cooked for the children, and at night there was even more to be done. THE WILD A Tiger. J7V CGOMF ANTED" by my friend Cran- Jr dor, I made a hunting visit once to the Island of Java, where wn bagged many strange sorts of ame. The head of a wild dog glares down at my writing desk now as a trophy of that expedition. These wild dogs hunt in packs, and re fierce customers. A native ruler promised to show us a pack of dogs feast ing on turtle. One evening with a few attendants he took us to a part of the seashore where the great sea turtles came out to lay their eggs. We hollowed out the top of one of the dunes for shelter, and we .could see the turtles hauling themselves up from the ocean. Some of them were monsters, I can tell you. Night came on, and the full moon rose. making everything as light as day. We waited In silence possibly two hours, and then, off In the dense forest, we heard the cry of the approaching pack. It was not so long drawn out as the bay of hounds nor so short and sharp as the bark of a bull terrier, but between the two: and It was Interspersed with savage snarls and shrill yelps as the wild dogs rushed toward the beach. Emerging from the forest, the large, mangy-looking creatures, with long Jaws and white teeth, whose gleam we could see plainly, their fangs dripping and their wild cries never still, spread themselves among the dunes and over the beach, even close down to the water's edge, attacking the turtles. Their scheme seemed to be to turn the creatures over on their backs, and then rip off the lower plates of the tur tles with their teeth. Once the lower shell was off. the fierce dogs had the sea creatures at their mercy! But the turtles made a fight for It, grabbing the dogs by the legs with their sharp, beaklike jaws and striving desperately to drag them toward the water. A large sea turtle's bite is no slight thing, and many a dog was so badly bitten that he was unable. to use his legs, and rolled over and over, yelping and barking helplessly. I saw one great turtle, which had been attacked, by two dogs near the water, grab one of his enemies by one of his hind feet, arid actually drag- him into the sea and . take him down. Others of the dogs; no doubt, shared the same fate. The dogs battled fiercely among them selves every now and then; for as soon as the under plates of a turtle were torn off. all the dogs fought for the prey. The brutes were soon smeared with their own blood and the blood of their victims, and the scene was a perfect pan demonlum. I took aim at one great, wolfish-looking dog, a dirty-white In color, who seemed to be a sort of leader of the pack, and dropped him at the first fire. It Is his head which I have over my writing desk. I expected that the sound of my rifle would scare the pack away, but so in tent were the fierce creatures on their savage work that they scarcely seemed to notice it.. A few stopped and looked around as If searching for the direction of the sound, and then went on with their bloody work. I was just going to fire again;' when from behind one or ine dunes sprang great tiger right into the middle of the pack. With a snarl and a growl, he sent the dogs scampering and yelping in all di rections. They dared not face Ahe master of the jungle, and soon we heard" their cry dying away in the forest as they sought safety in flight. The tiger was a beautiful specimen, and apparently was as fond of turtle steak as were the dogs. But he did not try tear the live turtles, contenting himself with scooping' out the shells which the aogs had torn -apart. Having finished his course of turtle steak, the tiger approached the dead dog which I had shot, sniffed at it contemptu ously like a cat and then, turned away. He was roaming slowly down the fewMk looking to see If he could And any mre unshelled turtles, wke. the wind lkvtng shifted a IKUe, he cente4 us. Girl's Fifty Cubit She knew what the girls were talk ing about so earnestly, but stepped back, perceiving herself unwelcome. A moment later Harry Foster ap proached the group. He had the part of Haman In the cantata," and was sen tenced to be hung on a gallows 50 cubits high. "Here comes Haman! Long live Ha man!" hummed, one of the girls. "And there goes - Fifty Cubit," laughed Helen Avery as Ruth Alden, tall and awkward, retreated slowly, wondering how It would seem to be "one of" the girls" If only for a day. "Hush!" whispered Harry. "She's not to blame for bclns so tall. I say. let her have some part with the rest of you." "She can't: she hasn't a decent dress of any kind." "Well, I know one thing," retorted Harry angrily, "you girls would -better look out. Professor Harrison says she will be headiof the class next year." "Don't stop to quarrel," said Angle Fenner. "What shall we wear?" And all began talking at once. BOGS' TURTLE FEAST Invited Himself to a Spread on a Java Beach. the mound where we lay and crouched as- If he would, spring. I dropped him with one shot from my express, and so got two mementoes of the wild dogs' tur tle feast on the moon-lit Java shores. THE FISHER. BOYS OF GREAT YARMOUTH Yarmouth, on the east coast of Eng land, owed its origin to fish, and its present prosperity is owing to fishermen and fisheries. The Yarmouth boy takes to the water as easily and naturally as a duckling. Not so many years ago he began to fish when a mere child, but the law now; imposes restrictions on hhn, and child slaves on the herring boats are no longer to be seen, any more than they are to be found In the fish-curing fac tories where the Yarmouth bloaters are salted and smoked. A regular system of apprenticeship un der keen government supervision now prevails, and the number of boys to each boat Is limited by law. But It Is hard work on the herring boats, and the boys earn every penny of their scanty wages. The nets are stretched over a large sea surface, corks, keeping the upper part near the surface and lead sinking the lower part. The herring are caught in the. meshes as the shoals seek to force their way past. The nets are thrown overboard toward sundown and are hauled In at daybreak. The fish are drawn out of .the meshes and thrown into the bottom of the boat, and if the catch warrants it, the boat Is steered for the. harbor. The fish are either sent off by rail or carted to the factories, according to the state of the market; where they are transformed Into bloaters. The life Is hard and the food is coarse. but the flsherboys are healthy and hardy seafarers. They serve four years, their pay for the first year being about $25 a year, and progressing until the last year of their apprenticeship, when they are paid $50. Then they become full-fledged fisher TH GWBAT TNM I UL : i. W' "Kings and queens wear royal purple trimmed with ermine." "We'll get purole cambric, and for ermine cut white cotton batting Into strips and ink It for ermine tails." "And what for crowns?" "Gild pasteboard with gold paint. Will Newton's shlrtstud,. can be the Kohlnoor." ' "Gocd! Wc girls wlUwear white muslin." . . "I'll wear my new silky said Angle Fenner. who was to bCTrofchetess. "How yo'u would look, .prophesying In an apple-green -silk! "You must have a costume." "You needn't talk about It! I'm goihg to wear the silk." Ruth Alden wasn't asked to take any part, but "One of the girls had said Fifty .Cuhit might be useful In the dressing-room, and told,, her- to come. The' name of Fifty Cubit still clung, only two or three girls making" any protest. Ruth knew that they had given her some queer nickname, and felt more lonely and left out than ever. On cantata night the hall, was packed to the doors. The girls dressing-room was a foam of white muslin, and Fifty Cubit was here, there and everywhere, helping to make the others heautlful. When the curtain rose, the king, standing on Mrs. Fenner's best rug. looked royally impressive in his duet with Haman. The chorus sang their Sonff of Joy," and then the? prophetess appeared in her silk, fluffy with lace and a garniture of roses. The audience rustled with approval, and when she had promised a rainbow of glory to the righteous, there was a round of applause. As she bowed, her dress fluttered against a flaring can dle a scream and she ran. "Shut the deor after me!" pealed a voice, and Fifty Cubit burst through the dressing-room, threw Angle to the floor, and catching up the rug; rolled her over and over. Another Instant, and Angle's father dashed over the footlights to his darling. Angle wa3 saved, but Ruth's hands and arms were badly burned, and only her woolen dress saved her from a worse fate. "Oh, Ruth! What can we ever do for you?" faltered Angle's mother. That night Ruth slept in Angle's room, and next morning' Mrs. Fenner said: "Ruth, dear, we have sent a good woman to your mother, and you must stay here and rest. Angle needs just such a sister as you." "Here's something for you," said Mr. Fenner. laying down a curious looking paper. "I'm not a man of many words. It's no use. trying to tell you how I feel."' "What Is It?" asked Ruth. "It's the deed of Pine Hill cottage. I give it to you." When Ruth began to understand she could hardly believe herself alive. That pretty house, right in town, to be hers! All day long: she lay on the couch, with a song In her heart, until Angle came from school, but not alone; there was a roomful of girls crowding around her. "You dear. -splendid girl!" they cried in a breath. "Do forgive us we've been so cold and hatefuTTMnit we've planned out the nicest t,lmes, and you shall be queen of us all." Ruth looked from one to another of the tearful, eager faces and -smiled. "I don't want to be queen." she said. T just want to be one of the girls." men, and seek their fortune on lh&eMi which are run on a system of profit sharing. Thus, if fish are plentiful their earnings are large, but if Vie season is bad they have little or nothing coming to them. The Profligate Knight. (A Plain Tale In Mixed Rhyme.) Once on a day there was a knight (This doesn't sound exactly right). -Who had of forefathers a score And of foremothers, too (Which sounds a little mixed, but it Is absolutely true). The fortune 'that was left to him He did not handle right. But was so blind about it that It soon was out of sight. At last of all his big estate The creditors the biggest ate. Till all that they would let him -keep "Was Just an ancient ruined keep. And ruined In the ruin he' Sat under his ancestral tree. (A man might "parch beneath it. for "Twas parchment, and no leaves it bore.) Now 'In his woes he was not wise, But. quite beside himself, he sighed; And to make his low spirits rise. He poured more spirits down inside'; (A meat uncommonly common way To keep the sea of grief at bay.) But ah, his spirits sank the more The other spirits rose; So in his mind he turned things o'er. And then turned up his toes. "Ha a short tale; but it will wag Not utterly In vain If it will teach that liquor licks' s A man and makes him pain; And that -'tis wrong to live so high That all your funds get low ' For wight or knight, by day or night. To none should ever O. , Dick's Criticism of the Season. This ain't no real good time of year. For skating iin't nowhere near; Tct it's too cold for swimming, whils Tops and klte-nying ain't In'atyle. . Sometimes it really seems to me As if a boy Just couldn't be Real happy at this time of year If Thanksgiving was not so near. Ai tbjr UC th gintfft. Jhm a . Wl&i w. jrwV fee. fact right t