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

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- LIFE - Rover and Over By Corey Ford Boys VOL. I: A Crew Race and What Followed (Besides the Other Crew) UICK, Tom!” cried a brown-eyed, curly-haired youth of nineteen as he grabbed up an oar and started to- ward the river. “Where is Sam?” “Here I am,” replied a tall, serious youth, seizing another oar and following his brother. “Where is Dick?” “Here I am,” answered a_ sturdy youth of eightcen summers, selecting a third oar which he had carefully feathered the night before in prepara- tion for the great race to-day with Merriwell. “And that was Sam who spoke first.” “No, it wasn’t,” interrupted the tall, serious youth. “It was Dick. This is Sam speaking now.” “No; this one here is Sam,” insisted the sturdy youth of eighteen summers. “You are Dick yourself. As a matter of fact, it was Tom who spoke first, because he is the brown-haired, curly- eyed Rover Boy, and full of mis- chief.” “Then I must be Tom,” added the fun-loving Rover with a sigh of relief. “Well, I sure am glad to get that straightened out.” “Is Dan Baxter going to row in the race to-day?” asked Sam. “No,” replied Dick seriously ; says that riding back- wards makes him sick.” “He has bet all his money on the Merriwell shell,” said Sam, sniffing the air suspiciously. “I think I smell a mouse.” “Cheese it!” retorted Tom like a flash, and the Rover Boys simply rolled around the floor laughing. Tom was forever making cracks like that, and his pranks alone would fill a book, or often a hos- pital. As a result of his fun-loving tendencies, “he “Ruts Tom was much sought after, some- times with rifles. “Football, bascball, basketball, crew, track athletics, soccer, check- laying, tennis, golf, fishing, and various other forms of sport—HOO- RAY! Who are we? Who are we? Who are we? GUESS! Yale? No; guess again. Harvard? No; guess again, Putnam Hall? YE Rovers! Rovers!” As the famous cheer of Putnam Hall rang out, a hundred eager throats tossed their cadet caps into the air and shouted lustily. “Hooray for the Rover Boy!” cheered the cadets in perfect unison. “Suffice it to say for the benefit of those who have not read the 397 previous volumes of the Rover Boys’ Series for Young Americans”— and here the students glared suspiciously at one another a moment—“suffice it to Rovers! a “WELL, I BE THE SNEERED “READY? SET?” INQUIRED CAPTAIN PUTNAM POLITELY, AND FIRED. say that they are red-blooded 100% American He-Boys, and since they have come to Putnam Hall they have had numerous adventures, so many in fact that they can scarcely be hinted at here, as related in full in the list on the back cover, on sale wherever books are sold provided they are bought. Hoor- ray! Hoorray! Hoor- ray!” “Ready? Set?” in- quired Captain Putnam politely; and when the Rover Boys had nodded “yes,” he raised his start- ing gun and fired it at a mathematics professor, who dropped off the end of the dock with an awk- ward splash. “Go!” he cried, and the race was on. “By the way, I see Dan Baxter has chopped a hole in the stern of this boat,” remarked Dick pres- ently. “Never mind,” replied Tom. “If we row fast enough the water won't have time to flow in.” “Suppose dot shell vos snap in two alreatty yet!” gasped a round - faced German youth, who spoke with a slight accent named Hans Mueller. “Then we'll win on the half-shell!” retorted Tom merrily; and his witty come-back set the rest to laughing so hard they couldn’t row for two or three minutes, and so more precious inches were lost. “The Merriwell shell has tied a tow-rope to the GUESS THAT'LL END oF him,” DAN BAXTER, comicbooks.com