Judge — August 17, 1929 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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Showing the surf-board riding. out to the movies and working around the — house. (Harold didn't go to movies; they hurt his eyes, and he preferred to loaf around the fraternity houses in his spare time.) Since Alice had gone to live with Ruthie in New York his mother had been pretty lonely, he guessed. He cast an approving glance at the yellow-bodied truck parked in front of the house. She was all polished for the pare fore the game. Whistli chorus of “Down — the Boys” he got in and shoved otf for the Post Office, his hat brim turned up to meet the wind. Mr. Miller was out on the plat- form morning mail bags. “Well, young man,” he said, “there's a rush job for you.” Harold swung jauntily out of the truck and walked over to the Special Delivery rack. There was only one job: a squat well-wrapped package. He glanced at the address and then gave a yelp of surprise. It him! He at the strings and wondered who could be sending him a gift—why, it must be Alice! He pulled at the wrappings, and then stepped back to admire his gift, ignoring the note that fluttered to the floor. It was a shiny new French horn for his car! “Well,” he yelled out to Mr. Miller, “I think this is pretty doggone nice. From Alice, 1 think—yeh !" He leaned over and picked up the note from his wife. sorting the was for tore Dear Harold: Tam those sending you one of horns you said you liked. I hope it works; lots of the col- lege boys up here use them. You needn't send me any money this month ays a friend of Ruthie’s taking me to Italy so I ean study sing- husband is when they ing, and he says he will give me a part in a new show he's open- ing this winter. ‘Tell your mother I'm sorry I couldn't get Wire Isn't it nice, Henry, beyond the earth’s gravity? home—P I try to make a visit be- fore the show opens. I Atice Harold gave the horn a honk, and stared absently at the note. Dd ne, that was nice of Alice to think of him when she was busy and well. Sud denly the faint strains of a cornet playing “Mareh Middletown” bri through his reverie. “The cadet band! — College — spirit surged into Hlarold’s heart. The parade! y. Mr. Miller!” he yelled, everything on the rack. t to my horn on the truck before the parade starts.” —Panre Lorentz doing so that our breakdown occurred