Judge — September 23, 1911 — page 9: what you’re looking at

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PRIZES MEMBERS TAKIN¢ K Tat MOSTRINGS ef ORE OLSCENSIon, SPORTS OF THE FUTURE. Merry-go-round at the annual tourt, ‘vent of ‘* The Zipp Aero Social Club.” had to shin up a pillar with a stick in your hands and lean 'way out over the eaves, and then you could just reach it with the point of the stick. Well, I got it and was sliding down the pillar when that Harold Dodd stuck his head in at the hedge gap and yelled, “Tomboy Sis, Tomboy Sis!’’ Bud slid out of the hammock and made a dive for the hedge, but I dropped on him like a hawk on a sparrow just as he was flying past and said, “*Pooh, Bud, that's nothing— all the nicest girls I know are tomboys. I don’t mind a bit, spe ly from him.”” “That's all right for you, but he said it tobe nasty. Get away and let me fix him.’’ “‘Humph!"’ [ said. ‘I would- n't touch him, even with my fist. Come on out in the barn and do stunts with the trapese."” He hated to let Harold get away, but I hung on and we got to scuffling, and at last he felt better and we went and punched the bag till we were tired. Bud said it was better than Harold’s head, afterall, for that would ‘ave got all bloody after a belt or two. But he couldn’t quite forget about Harold, even the next day when he wasn’t cross, and I knew right off why he invited him to play the egg game after school. Of course the rest of the boys knew how to play, but Harold said he had never heard of it— and, of course, that’s the very sort of person you want. Bud says it’s worth it even if you have to buy the eggs out of your allow- ance, and so it’s specially worth it if you snitch the eggs. And Bud snitched the eggs from the Sprowles. The Sprowles live kitty-corner from us, so you can go round behind their house without showing from mother’s window. They keep their eggs on the sill outside the kitchen window, because SLANG TRACED TO THE GLACIAL PERIOD. Mastedon—'* My! wouldn't this freeze ye?" they're too stingy to buy ice except in red-hot weather. They keep other things there, too, and I don’t believe they save much on ice, after all, because of the other things—you're always so hungry after school. Bud wouldn't steal for worlds, but snitching is taking something to eat, like out of the side- board or for a joke, and stealing is tak- ing money or to be mean. I wouldn’t even snitch—except, of course, from home. Bud says I'm as good as a boy every other way. In the egg game you always take the person you don’t like to be hider, so Bud chose Harold. While the others blinded, Bud looked for good places to hide the eggs; all at once he pretended to have a big idea, and he said, “Say, Harold, stick ‘em in your hat! They'll never think of looking there.’? And Harold said, ‘‘Bully!’’ and put them in his hat and pulled the brim tight down on his head. Most any one but Bud would ‘ave snickered, but he can do anything and look like a good boy. I think it’s because his eyes are big and blue and shiny. Once, when old Dr. Hamel was iding by in his sleigh, Bud hit him in the head with a snow- ball, and the doctor’s man hopped out of the sleigh and gave him a chase and caught him and dragged him to the old doctor. Dr. Hamel asked him if he had thrown that snowball. Bud looked real hurt and opened his eyes wide—Uncle Tom calls it his Aunt Janie ex- comicbooks.com