Life — March 5, 1925 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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THE BURGLAR, KEEPING IN TRAINING, OPENS A CAN OF SARDINES The Rover Boys in Florida ‘ ELL, well, well,” said Sam Rover, and his tone evinced in- terest. “Three wells make a river!” came back Tom merrily, and all the Rover Boys and their friends had a great laugh over it. Tom was like a steel trap sometimes. “I sce by the papers,” read Sam, “that Dora Stanhope has been kidnaped.” “Well, well,” evinced Dick with in- terest. retty well, how are you?” fired back Tom, and they all laughed till they were fit for tears. “But all fooling aside,” mused Dick. “Where was she kidnaped to?” The boys knit their brows, except Sam, who had skipped kindergarten and never learned to knit. “T have an idea,” cried Tom suddenly. He seized the preceding volume of the Rover Boys’ Series; and turning the pages rapidly to the last chapter, he read aloud: “...and how Josiah Crabtree kidnaped Dora Stanhope and took her to Florida in his house- boat, will be related in the next volume, entitled: ‘The Rover Boys in Hot Pursuit’...” “So he took her to Florida,” hissed Dick, which was no mean feat in itself. Chapter Ninety-Six “QSSSH, Sam!" “Be quiet, Tom!" “If you make a sound we'll be dis- covered, Dick!” Silently the three aeroplanes alighted on the deck of the houseboat and the Rover Boys tiptoed out. “Scatter in all directions,” ordered Dick. “One man to a direction.” “Josiah Crabtree is in his cabin,” whispered Sam, “The coast is clear.” So saying, the boys hurriedly un- packed a number of mysterious boxes from their aeroplanes. These they stowed in the hold of the houseboat, down the smokestack, under the beds, inside the galley and up the poop. “Come out, wherever you are!” they shouted. “I spy Josiah Crabtree.” White-faced and trembling with rage, the sour instructor rushed on deck. “Malefactors!" he sneered. “I shall deal summarily with you!” So sneering, he pointed a small cannon at them and struck a match. “Stop!” said Tom. “Your hold is filled with cases of ram! One cannon- ball from yonder weapon, and we shall summon the Revenue cutter which lies just ahead and have you arrested as a rum-runner !” “Foiled!” cursed Josiah Crabtree, glancing into the hold and seeing that Tom spoke the truth. “And I don't drink, either.” ORIGIN OF THE IDEA OF WIDE-BOTTOMED TROUSERS: ONE OF THOSE AMATEUR PHOTOGRAPHS WITH THE FEET TOO CLOSE TO THE CAMERA “Professor Crabtree is a disgrace to Putnam Hall,” complained Dora. “He ought to be fired.” So they loaded Josiah Crabtree his own cannon and fired him. “I stuffed his pockets with his ten favor- ite books,” added Tom thoughtfully, “in case he should land on a desert So piping the familiar strains of “Yankee Doodle,” what should steam through the fog but the Battleship Oregon, with all the sailors waving their white hats in the air and cheering lustily. “My boy, you have captured a rum runner,” said the Captain of the Oregon to Tom Rover. “Here is a million dollars reward!" And then Tom had to laugh, as the rum hadn't cost him over $18 a case. “Three cheers for the Rover Boys!" shouted the sailors of t Oregon, waving their white hats in the air and cheering lustily. The cheers were given with a will; and the contents of that wi and how it affected the fortunes not only of the Rover Boys, but also of their missing great-grandfather who had been lost for years filling out an Income Tax Blank, will be related in the next volume of thi series, entitled: “The Rover Boys at their Brother’s Funeral; or, How Tom Mastered the Saxophone.” And here let us say, Good-by. Goop-ny. Corey Ford. FASTERLY: I thought Jones was going to be a brain worker. Westerty: He forgot his tools! comicbooks.com