Tip Top Weekly No. 52: Frank Merriwell's Dash — page 21: what you’re looking at

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FRANK MERRIWELL’S DASH. ““T’ve got ten more to put on the game to-day,’’ cried Rattleton, gleefully. ‘‘And I took it out of Flemming. That is what pleases me the most.”? jack Diamond smiled. ‘‘It pleases me to say that I pulled a sawbuck out of Emery,’ he = said. "He squirmed a little, but it was too late to squeal.” ‘We'll all come back with our clothes stuffed with money,’’ declared Browning, ‘‘VYale is sure to win to-day, and that will put lots of fellows on their feet. Some of the boys have soaked everything they could rake together to get money to put on the game, for Heffiner’s arm is in great form, and he says he will make) monkeys of the Harvard Willies.’’ ‘‘Speaking about hocking things,’ said Bandy Robinson, ‘‘I let my unc. have a dozen white shirts, among other things. If Yale doesn’t win, I won't have a shirt to my naine.”’ ‘“That’s nothing,’’ declared Ben Halli- day, nonchalantly, as he blew out a big whiff of somke. ‘‘I’ve soaked my entire wardrobe, save what I have on my back. But Willis Paulding did the slickest trick | iand I found a button in the salad. I pogjcalled the waiter’s attention to it, and he to raise the wind.” . ‘*Paulding?’? cried Diamond. never dreamed he could do anything very smooth, ”? “He did, just the same. Last year, when Merry pitched the deciding game of the series, Paulding felt sure Harvard would win, and he stuck on ’em every last rag of money he could rake and scrape. busted. He was forced to tell his old man the whole truth before he could get money enough to let him out of New Haven for the summer. More than that, the old man has taken precautions to pre- vent Willis from having any money to waste in betting this year. He has all of Willis’ bills sent to him to settle, and keeps his son horribly short of filtlry. Just as hard, Willis found out that the governor had told his tailor to make the boy all the clothes he wanted. That was enough, Willis orered six suits at fifty dollars each, and he soaked every one of them at ten each assoon as he got them. Se you see Paulding is provided with plenty of coin for this little racket, and he says he is going to put every red he swered: for him!” Well, Yale won, and Willis was}- 17 has on Old Yale. of betting against his own colors. ”’ “Tf Willis thought of that scheme him- self, he has more brains in his head than I fancied,’’ smiled Diamond. “Tell you how I made a strike,” chirped Danny Griswold. ‘‘You know I’ve been writing a few things and giving them away to the papers. Well, the governor heard of it, and He decided I was making a fool of myself, so he sat down and fired a shot at me. He called my attention to the fact that Johnson said the man who writes for anything but money isa fool. Thisisthe way I an- ‘Dear Gov: I observe you say some chap by the name af Johnson says the man who writes for anything but money isa fool. IJ quite agree with Mr. Johnson. Please send me one hundred dollars.’ fhat must have hit the old boy about right, for he sent me fifty.’ Danny ended with a gleeful chuckle, and the listening lads laughed. ‘‘That’s pretty good—for you,”’ nodded Bink Stubbs; ‘‘but speaking about clothes reminds me that I had a little lunch in a restaurant last evening, Last year cured him calmly said, ‘That’s all right, sir; it’s. part of the dressing.’ ”’ ‘‘Now he has broken loose!’’ cried Danny Griswold. ‘‘There is no. telling what sort of a rusty old gag he'll try to spring. If we only had afew stale eggs Bink grinned, as he cbserved: : ‘‘There’s nothing like poached eggs, as the nigger said when he robbed the hencoop.”’ . Diamond proposed a song, and soon the boys were at it. ished one song, Browning soberly ob- served : ‘Tt seems to me that there Is one song which would be particularly appropriate for this season when all of us are soaking something in order to raise the wind." ‘‘What is it??? shouted several voices. *‘Solomon Levi.” | When they had fin- In another moment the merry lads were shouting: “My name is Solomon Levi, my store’s on Salem Street; That’s where you huy your coats and vests and everything else that’s neat. EOMNICLOOO G SS (CO)