Boys' Life 1924-04: Vol 14 Iss 4

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HE opportunity for camping appeals T to every normal boy. While there is much winter camping and many overnight hikes during all the year, the maximum use of camps is naturally during the vacation season. Already well-conduct- ed camps have their plans all made and definite announce- ments available for those in- terested. Now is the time for every boy who reads Boys’ Lire, to complete plans with his parents so that he can go to camp next summer. Care should be exercised in making the selection of a camp. Aill kinds are available. There are many private camps—some of them well-conducted, and again, some which do nothing more than provide a “sum- mer boarding-house.” A number of organizations promote and provide camp- ing as a part of their program. As a general rule, these organ- izations have developed high standards, and while they afford boys an opportunity to have an enjoyable time, their programs and facilities are such as to make the camping experience worth while to the boy. The fees charged vary from five dollars a week up to three, four, and five hundred dollars a season. Ue cpa o oh Ss O GET Ready For Camp Already thousands and thousands of boys have planned to enter the scout “You Can If You Will’ Every reader of this magazine will be interested in the series of articles entitled “Stories of Famous Athletes” which will be continued next month in Boys’ Lire. These are written by Walter Camp, formerly coach of famous Yale teams, and Dr. George J. Fisher, one of the foremost authorities in physical training and now Deputy Chief Scout Executive of the Boy Scouts of America. Physical fitness is an important part of the program of the Boy Scouts of America. Modern educators and leaders in social and recreational activities will put physical fitness at the head of any list of essentials in training for one’s life work. Lack of physical fitness is a handicap which makes success difficult in any line of activity. It limits the capacity of those who have special talents or who develop unusual ability. The lack of physical fitness again robs one of the full joy and happiness of life. Misery and pain, mental anguish, as well as physical suffering are often the con- sequences. Physical fitness to-day is within the reach of practically all. It has been clearly established that fully 90 per cent. of the disabilities of those who are physically sub- normal can be substantially, if not entirely, overcome by proper attention in early youth. It is essential, however, for those concerned to approach the subject seriously. In attempting to overcome a physical disability it is very essential that the person concerned make up his mind to overcome the handicap through persistent effort on his own part, rather than dependence upon medicine, doctors, gymnasium or special apparatus or unusual facilities. Indeed, it is largely a question of the degree of determination back of the effort to overcome physical disabilities which governs the result. By determination is meant a willingness to subject oneself to the discipline involved in carrying through conscientiously that form of breathing or exercise, that restraint ‘of diet, and that development of adequate opportunity for pure fresh air that are advisable in order that one’s health may profit by it. The discipline involved is equally important in regulating one’s daily program so as to insure proper rest, and complete relazation, giving nature an opportunity to function normally and naturally. Bat it You You can build up your bodies. You can improve yourselves physically. does require effort on your part. “‘You can if you will! You can if you will! can if you will!” — camps. It is recommended that boys ‘ who would like to go to scout camps “pail his own efforts. Perhaps the second best method for the scout who has a regular allowance, is to set aside a stated sum each week or month for this sole purpose. At a recent meeting held at Aurora, IIl., 140 scout officials representing 75 cities of Region Seven, including the States of Illinois, Michigan, Indiana and Wisconsin, devoted two days to the discussion of the plans for camping during the coming summer. It was revealed that in many places plans had been worked out whereby boys can, by mak- ing weekly or monthly pay- ments, through the use of saving - stamps or special deposits at the local council office, or in personal saving accounts, accumulate enough money to pay for a full season of camping. Boys who look ahead in this way, and make definite plans for camping, will undoubtedly get more out of the camp than those who wait for the last minute and then depend upon their parents to make available, perhaps at some considerable _ sacrifice, the necessary money. By all means plan to go to camp, and if possible, begin now, preferably through your own efforts, to make sure that you will have the necessary money to pay for at least two weeks, and if possible more, It is estimated that the Boy Scouts of © America had in.their camps last summer, conducted according to the minimum standards prescribed, perhaps more boys than were in all other camps combined. The scout camps are made available at a minimum cost, so as to be within the reach of the largest number of boys. next summer begin now, if indeed they have not already begun, to set aside the money necessary to pay the nominal fees. Of course the best way——that is, the way which will bring to the boy the best Scouting experience and insure for him the greatest degree of satisfaction in his camp- ing—is for him to earn the money through experience in camp. It will help to make you ‘physically fit, mentally awake, and morally straight, and at the same time pro- vide a happy and very much worthwhile summer vacation. Discuss this matter with your scoutmaster and parents, and let’s see if we cannot make the camping season for 1924 the biggest and best ever! 3

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“Sure,” I lold him. “I'll get you a cushion” HE way he came by that name was sort of funny. First I knew of him he was called “Shorty.”” That was when I went up to Mixter Academy along in February to take charge of the baseball team. 1 didn’t notice him particularly then, nor for a good while after, though two, three folks claim now they tipped me off to watch him. Maybe so. There was a bunch of about forty candidates waiting for me when I arrived and I had more on my mind than just my hair. It’s no cinch to land in a strange place and get a ball team started almost overnight! This fellow Shorty Wilde was like his first name indicated; short and stocky and full of pep, like a bantam rooster. Nice looking kid, though. Round face and brown hair, and always jolly and kidding everyone. It’s a good thing to have a guy of that sort around, even if he just warms the bench most of the time. He’s good for the—what’s this word now? Morale. Keeps the rest of the bunch perked up, you see. Take a lot of boys between sixteen and twenty, and, believe me, you’ve got different kinds enough! They’re a lot more temperamental, too, than college fellows. You’ve got to handle them careful. I learned that this year I’m telling about. It was my first go with a school team, and sometimes I'd tell myself it was going to be my last, and mean it, too. Not that those Mixter \cademy fellows wasn’t all right, yoy understand, but most of them was just kids, and I wasn’t used to kids then. I'd coached the two years past at Huron College, where they didn’t believe I meant what I said if I didn’t shake my fist in their faces. It took me most of the first season at Mixter to learn different ways, and say “Please” and not cuss a bit when things went bad. But I started to tell about this fellow Wilde. \long about the middle of March we got outdoors and I picked a team. ‘Those fellows had been getting licked pretty steady for two, three years and the material had sort of run thin. I had five, maybe six, pretty good players to start with, but the rest was poor stuff. Best you could say about most of them was they was anxious to learn. Like this fellow Shorty Wilde. He was so anxious he used to pester the life out of me. He was an infielder, he said, and I took his word for it. We already had an infield, and that’s about all we did have, barring a guy named Leonard Who could pitch pretty well and a center fielder who was a wonder right from the start. Has- kins, I mean. Went to Dartmouth and won so many games for them with his old stick they nearly made him President. You know the guy. Well, there wasn’t any place for Shorty except on the bench, as far as I could see, because he didn’t look to me like he had speed enough and so, as he was a good influence for the rest of them, I didn’t dump him, not even when the final cut came and we started South. I didn’t take Shorty along, though, because we had to cut the expenses pretty fine. We took seventeen players and Gus Strawbridge, the Manager, and Reilly, the arnica expert. We lost five games out of the seven, which listens worse than it was, a oh because we had a green team and was up against teams of seasoned players that had been out of doors a good two weeks longer than we had. When we got back the first person I run into was this fellow Wilde. “Say, Coach, I been working all vacation and I’m good,” he tells me. “When do I get a showing?” “Up?” I asks. “Down,” he says, firm. “Son,” I tells him, “you'll get placed just as soon as you can play as good ball as Tomkins or Lafferty or White.” “To-morrow, “Fine!” ““Nix, nor the day after. You’ve got to show something, Wilde. I ain’t conducting any all-comers affair.” “Show!” he yelps. “How am I going to show anything if I don’t get a chance? That’s a good bench as benches go, Coach, but it’s getting mighty hard. Have a heart, won’t you?” “Sure,’ I toldhim. “T'll get youa cushion.” then,” says he. ELL, I watched the kid in practice for two, three days but I couldn’t see -where he had anything. He played second for the Scrubs one afternoon and didn’t do so badly, and T guess he got his base a couple of times one way or another. I decided that if I ever had to use him I could do it without heart-failure, but I didn’t take him serious at all. We went through the early season without getting any world-wide mention, copping a few games and getting some hard knocks too. ‘At Mixter they’ve got a mad on another school called Walnut Hill that’s about nine miles down the jerkwater railroad, and they was out to beat the Nuts, as they called the other fellows. You couldn’t make that team feel real - mean, no matter how bad you beat them, because they always had a_ come-back. “Wait till we meet the Nuts,” they’d say. I got so tired of hearing that I wanted to relapse into my rude, uncultured ways. Of course Walnut Hill was the last game on our schedule, and three weeks before it was due to happen I couldn’t see where our team looked anything at all like a bunch of nut-crackers. Ourpitchers were going pretty good, and I’d licked a fellow named Townsend into a fair imita- tion of a catcher, and the infield wasn’t so bad. And we were hitting about as well as the general run of school teams, including the Nuts. But there was a lot of dumb playing and it didn’t get any better. Base- running was one of the lost arts with those guys. Put any one of them, except, maybe, Lord, who was captain and played third, on first base and it was even money he’d never reach second and three to one he’d never get home. Baseball instinct, if there is such a critter, and I say there is, was something they was strangers to. Now and then they’d show a bright streak, like when we played Hurlburt and licked her 7-3 in the tenth. Our crowd hit the old apple that day and played air-tight ball in all but the eighth when Hurl- burt filled the bases and got two of her runs. Then, three days after that, play- ing Stratton High, with the score 4-4 in the seventh, they passed into a daze and lost the game 11-5. I So he went out there and laughed again BOYS’ LIFE, By Ralph Henry Barbour Illustrated by Lawrence L. Wilbur remember I was sort of peevish that day, along about the eighth when High School was batting Leonard all over the yard, and I was sure chewing cruel on my gum when Wilde edges over to me and says: “Coach, this game’s a total loss, so it don’t matter what happens, does it? There’s poor old ‘Poot’ out there getting all twisted into knots trying to field those shots and getting nothing but errors.” “Tomkins ain’t any worse than the rest of that infield,” I says sourly. ““No, but he’s more—more pitiful,’ Wilde tells me. “Say, it would be an act of mercy and couldn’t affect the ultimate issue a speck if you let the poor chap quit and put me in there, Coach.” “Aw, don’t make me laugh,” I says. ‘“There’s a funeral passing.” ‘Be a good &llow, Coach, won’t you? Now look here——” But I was peeved and I let go at him. “Say,” I tells him, “if you don’t quit nagging me all the time I'll drop you. Get that? When I want you to play second base or any other position T’ll tell you. Ain’t the team rotten enough as it is without me putting in anything more awful?” “Meaning me?” asked Shorty in a sort of hushed tone. “Meaning you,” I snapped. Just then a High School batter rolled a slow one toward Cap Lord and Cap overran it and then pegged it home instead of to second and two more runs was in by the time Endicott had chased the ball to the back-stop. After the rumpus was over I found Shorty Wilde was talking some more. “Coach,” he says, “you seem a square sort of a man, and | guess if you found you were wrong you’d acknowledge it, wouldn’t you?” “Maybe I would,” I growls. “What of it?” “Nothing, only you’re wrong about me “‘ Aw, shut up,” I yaps. “‘—_And it would be a sort of satisfaction if you were to own up to it when the time comes.” ““When the time comes I will,” I says, ironic. “That all?” “All for to-day,” he says sweetly, and slides himself away, me wishing I was back at Huron for a minute! ” E LOST a couple more games and then, all of a sudden, there was this Walnut Hill game heading straight down on us, with only one other in front of it. And right there Car- penter, who was the only infield substitute that had shown any- thing except a uniform, goes home on account of sickness in his family. As he lived a couple of hundred miles beyond Pitts- burg, which, as any ball-player knows, is the last place there is, I said farewell to him. That was one monkey-wrench in the machinery, but it wasn’t the only one, for these examinations were playing hob with the bunch. Seemed like they hadn’t neta RESON: —-

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Add 1e le le FOR ALL BOYS ever heard of examinations and was so taken by surprise they were helpless. Most afternoons we didn’t know if we were going to have enough players out to make two teams, and those that did come acted like they was still fast asleep in the dear old class rooms! ELL, one afternoon we took on the Senior Class Team, a pretty clever lot that had cleaned up the school. After we’d played one inning I says to Gus, speaking ironic, that may- be we’d better swap nines and play the seniors against Walnut Hill. I’d put Gregory in the box and they liked him fine and got four hits off him and two runs over in the first. We didn’t get anything in our half, although a pass and a scratch hit led us to hope for a minute. The scratch hit was when a hard liner bounded off this fellow Shorty’s shin. The seniors had showed up without a second baseman and [ had lent them Shorty, and I remember thinking that if that was a sample of his playing I hadn’t done them any favor. We tied the score in the second and then the seniors came in again and things began to happen. The first guy up caught one on the end of his bat and landed on second. Then “Slim” White, on first, missed an easy out and the ruckus got under way. Those guys filled the sacks and then emptied them with a homer, adding four runs to the two they had already. I let Gregory stay in because he needed the experience.’ Then Shorty Wilde steps to the plate and puts the kibosh on Gregory from the start. He laughed at him. That got Gregory’s goat and he went wild right away and stayed wild, Shorty laughing harder and harder until he was told to beat it to first. It was good acting, but I wanted to throw a bat at him. Maybe he thought that second base looked lonesome with no one on it, for first ball pitched he lit out and. had a couple of weeks to spare before Townsend got the ball to Lafferty. Talk about rabbits! That pudgy-looking little sawed-off had them all beat! He could sure run, and right there I saw where I’d pretty near lost a bet not finding it out until then. I turned to Gus and asked: “Say, did you know that runt could run like that?” “Sure,” he says, looking at me surprised. ‘‘I—” He didn’t go on because there was a roar and I looked back at the field again and there was Shorty stealing third! And I’m a dill pickle if he didn’t make it! Of course we hollered over the decision, but I could see the kid had beat the ball easy, and Cap Lord said so, too, afterward. I felt sort of hot at Gus for not putting me wise to the kid’s speed, but I knew it was my own fault I hadn’t found it out for myself and so I kept still. I guess maybe Shorty would have stolen home, too, if they’d given him a chance, but the 1924 batter lined one into the outfield and he didn’t have to. We got the game finally, piling up seven runs on hits and errors, and I collared Shorty in the gym. . “Young fellow,” I says, “‘you ain’t so slow on bases, are you? Course, you’d have got nipped on third there if Town- send had pegged lower, like he’d ought to.” I didn’t want him to get all swelled up, you see. “T don’t believe so, Coach,” he comes back, grinning. “I slowed up a bit so’s to make it more interesting!” “Did, eh?” says I. ‘All right, son. We'll see what you can do next time. Think you could hold down second?” “T could try awful hard,” he answers, mighty earnest. “Say, do you mean it, Coach?” The next day I switched > first and Tomkins to \ \/ Ever watch a top spin? That's the very way Shorty spun shortstop and put Shorty on second, Lafferty didn’t do so well, in spite of his reach, but Tomkins was all right, and so was Shorty, all said and done. He needed practice and he made lots of fumbles, but he most always saved himself from anerror. When he didn’t make the catch he generally knocked the ball down and the way he found it and whizzed it to first or second was sure startling. He didn’t do so much base stealing, though, for the second team fellows was watching him close. But at that he got away with a couple of nice pilfers, and I wondered how I could use him in the Big Game. We had four more working days left and I sure made Shorty know they was working days! But he was gritty, that little guy, and mighty near wore himself out. Guess he dropped four or five pounds anyway. Then, on Saturday forenoon, we set off with bags and a howling gang of some three hundred rah-rah boys for Walnut Hill. ‘VE got nothing against you and so IJ ain’t going to tell you all about how that game was played. I started Gray in the box and he went smooth to the fourth inning, when the Nuts got three hits and put a run across, the first of the game, and Cap Lord and “Slim” White, back on first, pulled a couple of miserable errors and let another score in. That put the skids under Gray and he began to fill the bases up, and when he had them all stocked I yanked him forth and Leonard finished the game. We had trouble with that left-handed, long-legged expert of theirs, Pringle, and couldn’t get to him at all until the sixth. Then Lord, second man up, squeezed a hot one past third baseman and Truesdale, our left fielder, hit across second. That brought Haskins up and he belted the old apple into center field and tied the score. So it went to the eighth, 2 and 2, with the mob howling itself hoarse and everyone all wrought up, including me. I don’t generally get excited, but there was something about f 4 that game that got me. I wanted to win harder than I’d wanted to in a long time, and I sure tried every way I knew. We was hitting Pringle now and then, but not getting any- thing out of it, and in the same way the Nuts was touching up Leonard quite a bit and doing no better when it came to runs. Mixter played pretty good ball that afternoon for a team that had jazzed through the whole season like it had, and I’m not bashful about taking some credit for the fact. Well, to end the suspenders, as the fellow said, it was in the eighth that Walnut Hill took the lead and took it good. When the first half of that trying inning was gone they had us 5-2, and it looked like we was due to take the count. But baseball’s the great game when it comes to no one know- ing what’s going to come forth, ain’t it? What came forth for us in our half of the eighth was three more runs, and our leather-lunged crowd back of third oozed out of their daze and began hitting the welkin again. And then we went into the ninth, and because he’d worked hard and hadn’t made a whimper all the game I let Shorty go in for Tomkins at second. Something told me I was taking a long chance, but I was always sorry I’d spoke mad to the kid that time and, besides, I’m sort of soft-hearted no matter what folks may tell you. Anyway, it did me good to see the kid’s face light up when I slipped him the news, and he was out in the field before I was through telling him. I got more pleasure out of him than I did out of Tomkins when that guy found he was benched! Walnut Hill tried hard to bust through and cop another run. She was up with the head of her list, but we got one down, Lafferty to White, and wasn’t much worried when the next fellow waited and got a pass. A bunt down third base line caught Cap Lord flat-footed and his throw was late and there was two on. Then the next guy rolled one to Cap and he made it two out by touching his bag, being too late to make the throw to first, though. Then was when I was sorry I’d been soft-hearted, for the Nuts’ third baseman slammed one straight at Shorty. He didn’t have te move to get it. Oh, it was a hot one, I'll acknowledge, but at that he ought to have had it. Best he could do was stop it, and when he’d found it again he pegged it almost over “Slim’s” head. “Slim” got it somehow and saved a tally, but the bases was full and I wouldn’t have paid two cents for our chances. That, thinks I, is what comes of letting the heart rule the old bean. Never again whatever! But we pulled out of it. Like I said before, you never can tell about the merry game of baseball! Yes, sir, with two down and the bases full and a hard-hitting guy they called (Concluded on page 48)

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ROM the front entrance of Altenburg’s grocery store, Newt Crumpet, the “hired boy,’’ stared across the street at Miss Cate’s millinery shop, just two doors south of Altenburg’s trade rival, Jake Knapp. With mouth slightly ajar and attention bordering on the hypnotic, Newt was watching the janitor of the building strip the huge banneret sign from the space above Miss Cate’s show win- dow. That sign, which had gone up shortly before the Easter rush, still held a thrill for Newt, who admired afresh the much be-curly-queued black letters of its legend, “Grand Spring Opening!” Mina Perrin, saleslady and general factotum at Miss Cate’s Smart Mode Shop, was out in front directing the removal of the sign, her bobbed hair tossing riotously and her scanty skirts whipping about her long thin legs in the April breeze. While she motioned to the janitor with her right hand, she waved her left at Newt, calling frivolously, “Howdy, Newt! When does that spring opening of yours come off?” It was Mina’s little joke, and it had already become hoary. Still Newt accorded it a perfunctory outward respect, while inwardly asking himself in all seriousness, ‘Why not? Why can’t a grocery store have openings, same as a millinery shop?” The idea, which he had blurted out to Mina almost as soon as the sign had suggested it to him, was growing apace and could not be extinguished even by Mina’s raillery. Before he had time to respond to her with anything beyond a sheepish grin, sounds from within the store indicated that the parley between old Sol Altenburg and the visiting wholesale salesman had ended in complete discomtiture for the visitor. Moreover, there was the danger signal of a rutled temper in old Sol’s gruff tones. Newt scuttled back to his counter and began to scoop sugar into two-pound bags with devastating industry. He could hear the boss’s rumbling accents, “TI tell you I had complaints of your goods. That's enough for me!” “But, my dear Mr. Altenburg, the Unicorn people stand behind their goods!” protested the crestfallen visitor. “If you had only notified us “T can’t bother with goods that have to be returned!” broke in Sol Altenburg ruthlessly. “The Eldorado people never fall down like that. I’ve just given them another rush order, so I wouldn’t need any of your stuff even if I wanted it!” He turned away, limping rheumatically to the back of the store, and clapping his hat on his head, passed out by the rear exit. Newt beamed sympathetically on the hapless salesman, left thus stranded in the middle of the store. “Hard luck, ain't it? Boss always grouches like that when his rheumatics is setting him crazy!” The salesman produced a vivid handkerchief and swabbed his pink, full-moon face with it. “All because some crumby old dame complained of a few silks in her can of corn! A whole line of goods condemned just for that! If that’s a square deal, them my name ain’t A. Sid McVay!” “ Ain’t customers the limit!” ejaculated Newt. “ This trip of mine is simply hoodooed!”’ wailed the Unicorn salesman. ‘“‘Not a decent order anywhere! I’ve just come from Bickertown, where I took my biggest order lasy‘mopeh ; e Hartman By Zoe Illustrated by Bert N. Salg and what d’ye suppose that mangy, deadbeat customer’s done? Gone bankrupt without cancelling his order! And there it is on a siding down at Bickertown—just arrived two days ago!” “Holy cats!” Can’tcha unload it on some one? across the street?” “Nothing doing there. Says he’s tied up with the Universal people and can’t use any other goods. Jee-hoshaphat! These here Peckville merchants are the prize hicks!” Newt nodded vigorously. “Not a single up-to-date idea among ’em!” he agreed. “But gosh! your boss won’t fire you, will he?” “No telling!” McVay glowered darkly into space. ‘ Firm’s been trying me out in new territory, and if I fall down—! This Bickertown shipment mess is goin’ to get me in bad with ’em all right, all right!” Newt, who had sauntered to the front door, now spun around on his heel with a warning, “ Hi-yi! There’s my boss coming back! Beat it, Mr. McVay, or he'll ketch you here!” The Unicorn man gloomily gathered up his case of samples. “Well, so long, kid. The hind end of this one-eyed burg’ll look good to me from the back platform of a car, believe me! The worst of it is, there ain’t a train out of here on my itinerary till to-morrow morning! Hope that tlood upstate doesn’t move this way and cut me off!”’ And the front door slammed behind him as Sol reentered at the back. commiserated Newt. “Ain’t that tough! What about Jake Knapp NT EWT, who had returned to his sugar bags and his dreams 4 of an opening, watched his employer out of the corner of his eye. \t last he began affably, “Seems like business is slow, ain’t it? Needs a big shock to wake it up!” Sol Altenburg grunted. He never wasted words when a grunt would serve his purpose. Not in the least snubbed, Newt pressed his point with accu- mulating gusto. “Now, that idea of an opening I was telling you about the other day—that would stir things up!” The boss gave a little snort and said scathingly, ‘Opening! What’s the fool talking about? The grocery always open!” “Yeh! But do folks know it? They hafta be told that spring is here and there’s green things coming into the mar- ket!” Newt drove home his argument with a triumphant flourish of his sugar scoop. ‘* We could boost the canned stuff, too, just to remind ’em that it was ’most time for fresh peas and beans. We could trim the store up real tasty ‘i “Trim your great-aunt Sukey!” rumbled Sol, exterminating Newt’s youthful enthusiasm at one swipe. “ You'll be tying pink ribbons on the potatoes next! Here, put up this order and give us a rest about openings!” Newt was nothing if not dip- lomatic. While he scrambled the order together, he remarked with invincible amiability, “As I was saying, Mr. Altenburg, business ain’t so brisk to-day, so why shouldn’t you go home for the day and nurse your rheumatiz? I can close up alone.” Old Sol merely grunted, but the grunt lacked conviction. Newt very well understood that his boss was torn between rheu- eS matic pains and the throes of composing “copy” for the hand- bills issued monthly to apprise - Peckville shoppers of impending bargains at Altenburg’s. Though the “copy” was due at the season is mel In short those who came to scoff remained to buy enin BOYS’ LIFE, 2 © > Mina Perrin, saleslady at Miss Cate’s Smart Mode Shop, was direct- ing the removal of the sign printer’s the next day in order that the bills might be distributed Monday morning, the pains conquered in the end. Old Sol finally donned hat and overcoat, and departed, limping more heavily than ever. , It was Newt who not only closed the store that night but opened it the next morning. Scarcely had he uncovered the counters when the telephone rang and Mrs. Altenburg at the other end broke the dolorous news that her husband’s attack of rheumatism had passed into the inflammatory stage and he could not return to business for many days. At old Sol’s instigation, she reminded Newt to call up the freight office about the shipment of Eldorado canned goods due in Peckville that very day. But she was obviously more interested in her plans to take old Sol to the Mineral Springs Sanitarium at Lake Hennepin Monday morning if he was able to travel. It might be supposed that such a message coming Saturday morning, the store’s busiest day, would have overwhelmed Newt with dismay. On the contrary, the boss’s sudden col lapse awakened in that sanguine youth a sneaking thrill of satisfaction, which vented itself in an outburst of franti: activity. He began to lug empty boxes from the rear to the front of the store and bank them, pyramid-wise, between the front door and the show window. He was carpeting the steps of the pyramid with sheets of red and white paper, when the door opened to admit Mina Perrin, who literally blew in, with bobbed mane and spidery legs flying. “Lo, Newt!” she sang out. ‘‘ Fixing the old dump for your opening?” Newt reddened guiltily. He stammered something about this being a regular feature of the store’s arrangement; but Mina brushed it aside and rattled on. “IT told Jake Knapp across the street about your idea of an opening, Newt, and you ought to have heard him yell! ‘They say the river’s overflowing something fierce up-state,’ he says, real sarcastic. ‘We oughta send Sol Altenburg up there to set the floods afire! As for his clerk, the only opening he’ll ever have is one in his skull made by the scientist fellers to satisfy *emselves there ain’t ever been anything there!” Newt grew hot about the ears, and his lower jaw, notable for its good-natured slackness, suddenly hardened. ‘What! Jake Knapp said that?” Laughter quivered in Mina’s elfish face. “‘ Yep, but I stood up for you, Newt. ‘Oh,’ I says, ‘Altenburg’s isn’t so slow! They always keep the kind of bird seed Miss Cate likes, while you never do, Mr. Knapp!’—Sure, I came for bird seed. Same old hemp mixture. She thinks the canary sings better on it.” Newt swooped viciously down on a package of bird seed, saying between set teeth, “So Jake Knapp thinks me a half-wit, does he?” ‘““Pshaw, Newt, you should worry about what he thinks!” giggled Mina. “I bet he trained for the grocery business by running relay races with a snail! Well, goo’ bye! Let me know when you get your opening ready, Newt, and I'll come over and take a peek at it!”’ Mina pirouetted back to the Smart Mode Shop, hugging the package of seed to her breast with one arm, while the other beat the air fantastically like the wing of a very scrawny bird. Newt watched her go with half an eye for her and the other half for the store front of the hated rival two doors beyond Miss Cate’s. April

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FOR ALL BOYS Several months previous, in a fit of discontent, he had sounded Jake Knapp on the subject of taking him on as a clerk and had accepted in good faith that gentleman’s excuse that the times were too dull to justify the hiring of extra help. But now that he knew Jake’s contemptuous opinion of him, he was certain that it had influenced the refusal, and his resent- ment boiled over. He would like to show Jake Knapp and Mina, too! By Heck, he would show them—and Sol Altenburg .in the bargain! In a trice his resolution was taken. The boss was good for a week’s absence at least. At the sanitarium he would be too far away to know or to interfere. The opportu- nity was heaven-sent! He, Newton Crumpet, would show them all what he was made of—at any cost! N°? SOONER was this stern resolution taken than the front door burst open to admit Hank, the delivery boy, and behind him, ’Thaniel Yates, who went to high school, and helped out during the Saturday rush hours. The sight of ’Thaniel with his banjo case under his arm set Newt’s idea mill to grinding busily. For ’Thaniel played the banjo in the Peckville String Orchestra, one of Newt’s most cherished “ideas,” organized by his own enterprise among the gifted youth of Peckville; and he had already assigned it a dazzling role at the spring opening. “Gee, Newt, that looks swell!” volunteered ’Thaniel, ad- miring the pyramid as he girded on his canvas jumper apron. “What’s the idea?” “Oh, a few trimmings ordered by the boss.’’ Newt took the plunge into mendacity with a bold front. Still he was glad to be called to the telephone just then by the printer, who was clamoring for the “copy” of Sol Altenburg’s dodgers. This parley gained Newt a two hours’ reprieve. ‘Then with a dignity that almost paralyzed ’Thaniel and Hank, he sat down at Sol Altenburg’s old desk in the rear of the % store and pored over his employer's {- handbill “dummy.” At the top of a fresh sheet of paper he proudly scrawled 4 the magic words, “Grand Spring Open ing!” After a period of agonized mental effort, he produced the following: ‘‘ Gentle spring has come! Why eat the stale old leftovers of winter when you can have Pa delicious green young onions, lettuce, ‘ rhubarb, and spinach from our market? Come out and celebrate the arrival of spring at Altenburg’s, Peckville’s leading grocery, Monday and Tuesday, April 26 and 27. Read our list of bargains.” Here Newt squinted over the begin- nings of a list left by Sol Altenburg, not an item of which he intended to feature. So he tossed it aside, and drew up his own list during the intervals when he was not waiting on importu- nate customers. At the end of the appointed two hours, the “copy” was finished and in the hands of the printer. Next, Newt turned his attention to designing several huge banneret posters inscribed like Miss Cate’s. From the top of a very wobbly stepladder out in front, he was measuring the space for the banneret to hang above the show window, when he heard an agitated step behind him and turned as Sid McVay came puffing up, the picture of pink-faced, perspiring dismay. From the depths of preoccupation, Newt hailed him. “Hullo! Thought you were checking out of town early to-day!” “Check out nothing!” fumed McVay. ‘The floods have cut me off! I’ve been hanging around the dee-po all morn ing, but nothing doing! - There ain’t a line going out of here or Bickertown that'll sell me a ticket in any direc- tion. Wires down and tracks under water everywhere! Can’t even get a message through to Chicago. Of all the infernal luck!” Newt was listening with only half an ear. When did they quit running trains?” “Since early morning. Guess I'll chase down to the dee-po and see if they got that local through from Bickertown.”’ And jamming his derby down over his ears, he trotted off down Main Street. “Don’t say? iy WAS not long before the salesman’s news, which at first had seemed so alien to Newt, began to tug at his attention. As the full significance of it burst upon him, he remembered old Sol’s latest injunction, and literally flinging himself upon the telephone, he called the local freight office. The agent's report confirmed his worst fears. No shipment of canned goods had arrived for Altenburg’s. Nothing had arrived for anybody for twenty-four hours, nor was there much prospect of any trains running the gauntlet of the flood district for at least a week. Distractedly he turned from the telephone to look for the morning mail, in hope of finding a letter from the Chicago wholesale house; but no mail had arrived. So even the mails were blocked! Nothing but the presence of customers saved Newt from moral collapse. After they had gone, he gave vent to his despair in wails. “Suffering porcupines! How’m I to pull off a grand spring opening with our canned stock so low? And that shipment 1924 of southern strawberries was due to-day! And all that truck from the Eagle River Valley!” He thought he was speaking to ’Thaniel until he bumped into the pudgy form of Sid McVay, entering unseen, thickly enveloped in gloom. “Huh?” The Unicorn man stared at Newt open-mouthed. “My opening!” lamented Newt, adding with a flash of pride, “Peckville’s first! Opens Monday. I was going to bank this here grandstand high with canned stuff. I thought it’d be such a good chance to get rid of some fancy asparagus and beets we’ve had on the shelves ever since Heck was a pup! Mark ’em down low, you know! And now this darned flood comes—and the boss’s shipment is held up—and all ” “Oh, ye-ah, opening! Sure! Of course!” McVay grew scarlet and covered his mouth with his hand. ‘Well, you'll have to put it off, eh?” “‘T can’t! The dodgers are probably printed by now! Be- sides, *f I wait the boss’ll be back’and— Aw, that is, you see— Come back and take a look at my dummy!” And Newt, anxious to sidetrack the ticklish subject of Sol Altenburg’s disapproval, dragged the highly diverted McVay to the boss’s desk and triumphantly displayed his masterpiece. The salesman’s eyes narrowed shrewdly as he studied the list of bargains and prices. “H’m, everything just a notch lower than the Knapp prices,” he observed. Newt nodded eagerly. ‘‘ You can see from this that I can’t back out now. Besides, I’ve given the orchestra the tip, though | ain’t told ’em yet where I’m going to use ’em.”’ “Orchestra!” “T tell you IT can’t be bothered with goods that have to be returned,” roared the boss “Peckville String Orchestra. I’m the leader,’ explained Newt modestly. ‘‘I’m going to have ’em play here during the day to attract customers— But gosh! What’s a feller to do when he’s short of stock before the sale begins?” McVay gazed at him almost awe-stricken. “Sonny, me and you was born under the same sign of the zodiac in the house of Peppercorn with the moon over our right shoulder on ground- hog day! You’re a man of great ideas and here’s another great man to help you carry ’em out! There’s a perfectly good load of canned vegetables and fruit on a sidetrack at Bickertown that you may have if you'll walk over there and lug it back! Now ain’t the ways of Providence wonderful?” Newt gaped at him. ‘Walk! Ain’t there even a local run- ning?” ‘**Not even a hand-car!”’ ““Might make it in a truck!” ruminated Newt. ‘“There’s Arch Berkey that drives for Sisson—he might loan me his. But look here, McVay, I dunno as I dast take your stuff. ‘The boss turned it down once.”’ : McVay winked at him in knowing fashion. ‘Would it be any worse a shock to him than the rest of your little game?”’ Newt squirmed uneasily as he realized that this keen-eyed stranger had penetrated his design of acting without old Sol’s consent. “Come, come,” continued the Unicorn man briskly. ‘‘ You and me need each other, sonny. What d’ye say? Shall we hook up? You as boss of this spring opening and me as head 7 salesman? I’ve done a bit of retailing myself, so I know my way around. I won’t deny that it’ll boost me with my com- pany if I get rid of this shipment. Come, I'll let you have it at a figure so low that it'll go like hot cakes!” Newt wavered. ‘‘How much d’ye ’spose you have?” “Oh, a truck-load, mebbe. Depends on the truck.” “Tf the floods would let up, the Eldorado shipment might get here in time,” parried Newt; but. he knew in his heart he had already yielded. McVay plainly took the acquiescence for granted; for he spent the afternoon making mysterious phone calls to Bicker- town and reporting their results to Newt in undertones—since all negotiations were conducted in strictest secrecy. Newt in turn would have been glad to confide to the sales- man the difficulty of the decorations; but the crime he medi- tated in obtaining them was too dark for him to share its secret even with a confederate. Loath to spend his boss’ money on them and having none of his own to spend, he contemplated nothing less than a secret raid on the storeroom of the Imperial Order of the Crescent, Peckville’s most hustling lodge. Newt well knew the contents of that dusty storeroom with its care- lessly packed boxes of trimmings, left from celebrations and “grand installations”; for the Peckville String Orchestra rented the lodge rooms for its rehearsals. He would have pre- . ferred to take the trimmings in a legitimate manner; but how was it possible to explain to the Grand Custodian of the Cres- cent the purpose for which he wished to borrow them, when that Grand Custodian was Jake Knapp himself? Ask Alten- burg’s hated competitor for the means of celebrating a tri- umph at his expense? Not on your life! ECURING the key of the lodge hall from the janitor on the pretext that the orchestra wanted to get in an extra rehear- sal Sunday night, Newt stole forth on his pillaging trip Sunday morning long before the rest of Peckville y , was astir. When Me pra ‘ Sid McVay rattled et \ the knob of Alten- burg’s back door at 9 o’clock and was warily admitted, he found Newt draping himself at breakneck angles from the top of the stepladder, while he hung the upper walls with pa- triotic bunting and criss-crossed the ceil- ing with red and green paper festoons that had once adorned an Imperial Crescent float in a parade. ‘*Jee-rusalem, kiddo!” exclaimed the Unicorn man. “You must have been robbing the Christmas tree at the Orphans’ Home! How come?” “Oh, a friend of mine loaned me these trimmings from his Interstate Fair booth. Ihadn’t time to get up new stuff,’ explained Newt glibly. “‘ Kinda swell-looking, eh?” “Swell ain’t the : word!’’ McVay \ - : broke into an expan- sive grin. “Heck! You’ll have old man Knapp turning a bright shamrock green with envy!” Newt wriggled uneasily. In his present state of mind, any reference to the Grand Custodian of the Crescent made him gun-shy. Soon the honking of a motor-horn at the back door an- nounced the arrival of Arch Berkey and his truck, which was to convey the two confederates to Bickertown. By virtue of being custodian of Sisson’s Delivery Express, Baggage Hauled, and of playing the ukelele in the Peckville String Or- chestra, Arch had been cautiously admitted to the secret of the ‘‘opening’’—a responsibility which he bore with becom- ing dignity. When the truck returned late that afternoon, dodging through alleys to avoid observation, its side curtains bulged not only with its burden of canned goods, but with a load of early garden vegetables collected along the way from farmers, whom the flood had deprived of their usual urban markets. As soon as the truck was unloaded, Newt and McVay lost no time in piling the gaudy pyramid with cans of spinach, string (Concluded on page 53) ~

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8 Tine True American and Canadian offices. “T always hesitated to tell the story of Danny, the boy detective,” people can’t imagine that a youngster with bright red hair could possibly be of any assistance as a detective. But Danny, red ] he is but a boy in years—we have. He listens to instructions carefully and then carries them out to the letter. Danny makes mistakes but he can never be accused of failing to try even in the face of what look like insurmountable obstacles. hair and all, is one of the sharpest men “Danny has learned to pay attention to details. He’s a great youngster.’ —Tue Epirors. “F I should begin this story by saying, “this is the story of Danny, the famous red-headed boy detective,” every reader of Boys’ Lire who reads this story would immediately assume that this is fiction—just a story. But Danny is the real name of a real detective, fifteen years old. And Danny actually has red hair. And probably Danny is doing more than any other boy of his age in America to oppose and outwit breakers of the law. Therefore, he is doing a work that benetits the nation, helps to assure the rule of reason and of law, and is doing an important part of the work done by men in his calling to assure to every citizen the protection of life and property. I wish I could print a picture of Danny on this page because Danny looks like most other healthy, active American boys. He is a cheerful youngster, always willing to do what he is told. What has endeared him the most to those of us whom he serves to-day, is the care with which he carries out in- structions. It should be very plain why I cannot print a picture of Danny. ‘There is little chance, to be sure, that the men wanted by our agency ever see a copy of Boys’ Lire but nevertheless we can’t take giving anybody definite evidence that Danny is a detective. And a good chances of one he is. Danny came to our New York office two years ago as an office boy. He was a bit different from most office boys in that he was constantly looking for additional tasks that might be , oy Detective ® HARLES F. ROBB, author of the “ Danny” stories, is chief of the criminal division of the William J. Burns International Detective Agency, Inc., the largest organization of its kind in the world. Arizona and ts a graduate’of Leland Stanford Junior University, has been reading so-called criminal reports from nearly go As a result he is without a doubt one of the best informed men in his field in America. wrote Mr. Robb, to the editors of Boys’ Lirr, “because most tory of a Real y Charles S. Robb Illustrated by Joseph St. Amend And he ts doing a man’s work every day. entrusted to him. And he is a wonderful listener. Danny can appear to be interested only in his untied shoes when in fact he is taking in everything about him. \s the months went by Danny learned more and more about the ways of a national detective agency. He began to get ideas of his own. And then one day he overheard a conver- sation between the head of the agency—the “Governor” is what we call him—and two of the operatives. Danny imme- diately knew that something was up, and he knew, too, that everything was not going as smoothly as it might. So Danny conscious, perhaps, that he had appeared at the office that morning wearing his first pair of long trousers, set about to explain to the other oflice boys what /e would do if he were While in the midst of his careful ex There ‘stood the Gov assigned to the case. planation’ Danny looked about him. ernor listening to every word. **Come in to my office,” ordered the Governor to Danny. Wondering what he had done to be called to the Gov- ernor’s office, and imagining all sorts of things including the possibility of dismissal, though for what he did not know, he obeyed the order, entered the office and the door closed behind him. “T overheard what you were saying,” “and Ill give you a chance to show what you can do. I want to find out whether these ideas of yours are any good.” **Thank you, sir,” said Danny. ““Now, listen,”’ said the Governor, and he went on to to do with the con- tinuous by theft that were taking place in the factory of a manufacturing jeweler. “We have watched every employee for weeks, and to no purpose; but we are convinced that some one ‘on the inside’ is connected with an outsider in the thefts.” Danny listened carefully and noted every de- tail. As the story proceeded Danny began to feel more and more important. Final- ly the Governor finished. “ Do you under- said the Governor, explain Danny’s first case. It had losses stand clearly?” asked the Gov- ernor. For more than ten years Mr. Robb, who was born in BOYS’ LIFE “Hold him till I get therel’? “Yes, sir,”’ said Danny. ‘All right, go,”’ said the Governor. Dahny turned and took three steps toward the door. “Danny,” shouted the Governor. Danny turned, wondering what in the world the trouble was now. “Where did you get those long pants?” asked the Governor, “T got them yesterday,” replied Danny, proudly. “Well, take them off. I want a boy on this job,” said the Governor, “not a man.” Danny looked at his first pair of long trousers and then at the Governor. He debated a moment and then said meekly, “T’ll take ’em off.” And he did. He traded trousers for the day with one of the other office boys. And then he started out, a full-fledged operative assigned to one of the most baffling cases ever assigned to our agency, a case involving thousands of dollars. As Danny made his way to a certain part of the town he felt like a boy one minute and a man the next. When he thought of his responsibilities he felt like a man, a real man. But when he looked at his short pants he felt like a little fellow. But Danny told himself that that pair of short trousers was part of his disguise. And that explanation pleased him. EVERAL hours later a broken-down . canvas-covered delivery wagon drew up in front of the side entrance of an old building on West 38th Street. A boy who had been riding on the rear end dropped off the tailboard and entered the building. The driver of the wagon curled up in his seat and from all appearances immediately dropped off to sleep. The boy went to the building directory and when a stranger entered a few minutes later he was apparently having difficulties in locating the number of the room where the package he was carrying was to be delivered. As the stranger entered the building and approached the stairway, the driver cautiously scanned him from half-closed eyes, thus recording a memory description of him. At the same instant the boy approached the stranger and inquired: “What floor is Swartz & Co. on?” “Fourth floor,” was the reply. The stranger continued up the stairs, followed by the boy. At the first landing the man entered an office. The boy went up another flight and then sat down. Soon after this another man appeared and as he caught up with the slowly-moving errand boy he was asked, ‘“ What floor is Swartz & Co. on?” “Next floor,”’ was the reply. The boy followed this man and as he entered a room on the fourth floor the boy ducked down the stairs and again rested. This time between the first and second floors. This performance was continued for several hours. (Concluded on page 58) Sach A great NEXT MONTH Another Craig Kennedy Story “THE HONOR SYSTEM” By ARTHUR B. REEVE story of a baseball team, and how Craig Kennedy and his nephew, Craig Kennedy Adams, kept its record clean, and made even its greatest opponents cheer for it. Be Sure to Read It in Next Month’s BOYS’ LIFE.

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O DOUBT you have felt a certain sense of in- dignation, of protest against the infringement upon the personal liberty to which you consider yourself entitled, if, when standing upon a busy street corner in a big city, a policeman has commanded you to “keep on moving,” or when making your way in leisurely fashion from a subway or elevated train, the conductor has urged you to “step lively!” And yet these custodians are voicing a much higher dic- tate, a much more universal command than any man-made regulations for law and order. Unconsciously they are expressing the ruling principle of nature, of life itself. This law of motion began long before the advent of man and will run as long as the sands of time. It is a law which nature never breaks and man can break only with disaster to him- self. In the dim beginning of things some impulse, which most of us believe to be a divine one, set the universe in motion. Nebulous or fine granular matter began whirling through space witha terrific momentum, later—after count- less ages—to solidify, to form clusters of stars, solar sys- tems; in short, what we call the universe. This initial mo- tion has never subsided. There is no luminary in the heavens that is not traveling in some direction at a rate of speed compared with which the fleetest aeroplane crawls at a snail’s pace through the air. If this earth upon which we are so comfortably riding at a rate of sixteen miles a second—and which seems so solid and immovable—should in some inexplicable way lose the momentum which carries it around the sun, it would plunge like an arrow into the hot caverns of the sun and all its civilization and all its grandeur would come to a tragic end. If you will study astronomy, a most entertaining exercise for the mind and the imagination, you will find that I have not exag- gerated. Now this principle of motion governs not only suns and planets and everything else in nature, but human beings as well. When they remain in motion life flows smoothly and pleasantly without untoward incident, but when they cease to move, when they cease to be vigorously active and progres- sive, the same kind of tragedy on a smaller scale overtakes them as the imaginary disaster which I described as happening to the earth. It is not so spectacular or appalling, but it is just assure. If you stand still you make an excellent target for all the ills and misfortunes to which human nature is prey, but while you are moving you are harder to hit and you dodge most of them. You will find that a large percentage of all human calamities—ill health, poverty, accidents, crime and vice, descend upon people who have ceased to move, whose vitality and power of resistance are no longer strengthened and stimu- lated by activity. Some of these misfortunes attack you, to be sure, even if you are in motion, but they hit you only glancing blows which may temporarily retard, but do not cripple you. When I speak of motion as applied to human beings I mean some useful kind of activity, the continual struggle along the path of achievement toward some appointed goal, the normal human impulse to project ourselves forward in the direction of some ideal. Whether we ever reach this objective is of com-

1924 “Doug” plays a prank on someone in his new moving picture Douglas Fairbanks handing the manuscript of this article to Scout Walter Nafis of Boys’ Lire office paratively little importance, so long as every ounce of energy goes into the struggle. When we learn that it is the fight that counts more than what we are fighting to acquire, that there is. more pleasure and happiness to be found in working for a thing than there is in getting it, more enjoyment in keen pursuit than there is in the reward that lies at the end of the trail, we have learned a most valuable lesson. Study the people you know. Who are the healthy ones, the happy ones? Those who have chosen to withdraw from the turmoil and adventure of ac- tive life and to sit back in soft-cushioned luxury—or the other sort—those who are still working for something that lies beyond, those who are still in motion? I do not need to tell you that happiness lies all on the side of the latter. I believe that man’s capacity for happiness can never exceed his appetite for work, his desire to keep on mov- ing. I would rather be what the world calls a failure and be mak- ing vigorous motions to get along

than the kind of success who has come to a standstill, who took his first achieve- ment as a signal to stop work forever. It

9 By Douglas Fairbanks Illustrated with Photographs is this kind of success, with its demoralizing ease and indolence, its arrested functioning of the faculties, that ruins men more often than the kind of failure which I first mentioned. Defeat often hardens the muscles and strengthens the will, while victory, especially if it is easily won, tends to make one smug, complacent, -soft and inactive. I shall never wish to retire from active life until I am ready to retire from life altogether. There are two periods in life when one is most likely to become a victim of arrested motion, of aimless drifting. One comes after a certain mea- sure of achievement, when a man has acquired a fair degree of prosperity and decides to take things easy and enjoy some of the fruits of his labor. ‘The other comes at an earlier stage, which I will take up later. First watch the misguided man who determines to retire from active life and enjoy himself. If he doesn’t go to pieces it will be a miracle. Gradually the fine zest in living which he felt when he was active deserts him. The en- joyment which he seeks becomes a phantom. The days hang heavy on his hands and he views the prospect of other days to come without enthusiasm. There comes a sluggishness of mind and body, neither of which thrives on inactivity. He finds himself floating about in an uninter- esting vacuum, aimless, mo- tionless and discontented. Having no real problems to occupy his mind he invents imaginary ones which are much harder to solve than real ones. He becomes mor- bid and _ pessi- mistic, immersed in a profound dis- satisfaction with himself and life. Compare. this figure of sus- pended anima- tion and gloomy outlook with the same figure who attacked life be- fore with such a fine frenzy, who welcomed trouble so that he might develop the strength to con- quer and relish obstacles because they incited him to higher effort, and you have a —_ tragic compari- His evil influence urging “The Thief of son. Often, to Bagdad” to further mischief. Later,how- make matters ever, as the picture develops, he discovers worse, he is the error of his ways and corrects them, stricken with learning that happiness cannot be had <yme jliness except by those who earn it vikteh wal never have touched him so long as he kept in motion. It is a pity, I often think, that some benevolent custodian of his welfare, some policeman of the spirit, some conductor of our larger transportation through life, cannot tap him on the shoulder and say, “Keep on moving!” or “Step lively!” The other period of which I spoke is when one falls under the temptation of idleness in early youth. Instead of being a retirement from work, as in the other case, this is a hesi- tancy about getting started. There seem to be so many avenues of accomplishment and so much time, as one looks ahead, in which to do things that one hesitates to do anything atall. And it isa curious illusion that as soon as we embark on one road of accomplishment, all the other roads seem in- finitely more alluring. Someone else’s job always seems a little more satisfactory than our own. To the writer, putting colors on canvas seems a much easier and more inviting occupation than his own, and to the business man, the profession of medicine with its short office hours and high fees seems such a sinecure that it is like taking money under false pretenses: But while youth is contemplating the oppor- tunities that glitter ahead of him, wasting his time in false starts, and yielding to the lure of a thousand bypaths that do not lead anywhere, he is forming a dangerous habit. (Concluded on page 62)

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10 Westy CHAPTER XII GUILTY E TOOK his stand upon the simple confession that it was he who had killed the deer. He knew that he could not say more without saying too much. And all the king’s horses and all the king’s men could not make him say more. Fortunately,-he did not have to say more, or much more, because Farmer Sands availed himself of the occasion to preach a homily on the evil of boys carrying firearms. “Who you be anyways?” he demanded shrewdly. Westy’s one fear was that Luke would speak and spoi! everything. For a moment, he seemed on the point of speak- ing. Probably it was only the sight of his little daughter that deterred him from doing so. It was a moment fraught with peril to Westy’s act. Then, it was too late for Luke to speak and Westy was glad of that. He was on his way to Chandler between the game warden and the farmer. “Well, who you be anyways?” Far- mer Sands repeated. It was Terry, the game warden, who answered him across Westy’s shoulder. “Why, Ezrie, he’s jus’ one of them wild west shootin’ Indian huntin’ dime novel readin’ youngsters what oughter have some sense flogged inter him. I'd as soon give a boy of mine rat poison to play with as one of-these here pesky rifles. It’s a wonder he hit him, but that’s the way fools allus do. What’s your name, Kid? You don’t b’long round here?” Westy, albeit somewhat frightened, was self-possessed and shrewd enough not to beguile his escort with an account of himself. “T told you all I’m going to,” he added. “I was going through the woods and I saw the deer and killed him. Then, I went through to Barrett’s and I was going to come along this road to Chandler. If I have to be taken to a judge, I’ll tell him more if he makes me. Please take your hand off my shoulder because I’m not going to try to run away.” “Ver been readin’ Diamond Dick?” asked Farmer Sands, squinting at him with a look of diabolical sagacity. **No, [haven’t been reading Diamond Dick,” said Westy. “Warn yer stayin’ up ter Nelson’s place?” the game warden asked. “Ves, he’s my uncle,” said Westy. “He know yer got a gun?” “Sure, he does.” “Well, you’d better ‘phone him when you get to Chandler if you don’t want ter spend the night in a cell.” Westy balked at the sound of this talk, but he only tightened his sweaty palm in his pocket and said, “He didn’t kill the deer. Why should I ’phone to him?” Farmer Sands poked his billy-goat visage around in front of Westy’s face and stared but said nothing. In Chandler, the trio aroused some curiosity as they went through the main street and Westy felt conscious and ashamed. He wished that Mr. Terry would conceal his flaunting badge. As they approached the rather pretentious County Court House, he began to feel nervous. The stone building had a kind of dignity about it and seemed to frown on him. More- over in the brick wing he saw small heavily barred windows, , and these were not a cheerful sight. What he feared most of all was that once in the jaws of that unknown monster, the law, he wou'd spoil everything by saying more than he meant to say. He was probably saved from this by the dignitary before whom he was taken. ‘The learned justice was so fond of talking himself that Westy had no opportunity of saying anything and was not invited to enlarge upon the simple fact that he had killed a deer. Probably if thelocal dignitary had known Westy better he would have expressed some surprise at the boy s act but since, to him, Westy was only a boy with a gun (always a dangerous combi- nation) there was nothing so very extraordinary in the fact of his shooting a deer. Fortunately, he did not ask questions for Westy would not have gone to the extreme of actually lying. He stood before the desk ofthe justice, one :sweaty’ palm encircled about his precious fortune in his pocket, and felt frightened and ill at ease. AI ¢ Mar By Percy K. Fitzhugh 1M, Illustrated by Richard Holberg “They seem to know how to tell the truth’ said the Justice, az parently rather puzzled “Well, my young friend,” said the justice, “those who dis- regard the game laws of this state must expect to pay the penalty.” “Y-yes, sir,” said Westy nervously. “Tt’s an expensive pastime,”’ said the justice not unkindly. “Yes, sir,”’ said Westy. “T can’t understand why you did it, a straight-forward, honest looking boy like you.” Westy said nothing, only set his lips tightly as if to safe- guard himself against saying too much or giving way to his feelings. “A boy that is honest enough to speak up and confess— to do such a thing—I can’t understand it,” the justice mused aloud, observing Westy keenly. “It’s lettin’ ’em hev guns that’s to blame,”’ observed the game warden. “Tt’s dressin’ ’em all,up like hunters an’ callin’ ’em scaouts as dez it,” said Farmer Sands. “They was wantin’ me ter contribute money fer them scaouts, but I sez—I sez no, tain’t no good gone ter come of it, dressin’ youngsters up ’an givin’ ’em firearms an’ sendin’ ’em out ter vialate the laws.” “They seem to know how to tell the truth,” said the Justice, apparently rather puzzled. “He was gone ter hide in Luke Meadows’ place: when we catched him. red-handed an’ he.wuz sceered-out er his seven senses an’ that’s why he confessed,” said Farmer Sands vehemently. “Nobody can scare me into doing anything,” said Westy, ST Dbivigg BOYS’ LIFE defiantly. “TI told because I wanted to tell and the reason you didn’t give money to the boy scouts was because you’re too stingy.” This was the second time on that fateful day that Westy had shot and hit the mark. It seemed to amuse both the judge and the game warden. CHAPTER XIII THE PENALTY 6 AS your uncle a telephone?” the justice asked not unkindly. “No, sir,” said Westy. “Anyway, T wouldn’t want to telephone him.” “Could you get your father in Bridgeboro by ’phone?”’ “He’d be in New York, and anyway, I don’t want to ’phone him.” “Hum,” mused the judge. “Well, I’m afraid I haven’ much choice then, my boy. The fine for what you did is a hundred dollars. T’ll have to turn you over to the sheriff, then perhaps I’ll get in communication - Westy’s sweaty, trembling hand came up out of his pocket bringing his treasure with it. Boyishly, he did not even think to remove the elastic band which was around the roll of bills, but laid the whole thing upon the justice’s desk. “Here—here it is,” he said nervously, “—to—to pay for what I did. There’s more than what you said—there’s three dollars more.” : There was a touch of pathos in the innocence which was ready to pay the fine with extra measure—and to throw in an elastic band as well. Farmer Sands looked shrewdly suspicious as the justice removed the elastic band and counted the money; he seemed on the point of hinting that Westy might have stolen it. “Where did you get this?” the jus- tice asked, visibly touched at the sight of the little roll that Westy had handed over. “T had about twenty-five dollars when I came,” said Westy, “and the rest my uncle paid me for working for him on his farm.” “There seems to be three dollars too much,” the justice said, handing that amount back to Westy. The boy took it ae nervously and said, “Thank you.” The crumpled bills, the elastic band lay in a disorderly little heap on the justice’s desk, and the local official, who seemed very human, contemplated them ruefully. Perhaps he felt a little twinge of meanness. Then he rubbed his chin ruminatively and studied Westy. The culprit moved from one foot to the other and nervously replaced the trifling remainder of his fortune in his trousers’ pocket. He was afraid that now something was going to happen to spoil his good turn. He hoped that the justice would not ask him any more questions. “Well, my young friend,” said that dignitary finally, “you’ve had a lesson in what it means to defy the law. I blame it to that rifle you have there more than to you. Does your father know you have that rifle?” “Ts “ Approves of it, eh?” “N-no, sir; I promised him TI wouldn’t shoot at anything but a target.” “ And you broke your promise?” “Yes, sir.” Still the judge studied Westy. “Well,” said he after a pause, “I don’t think you’re a bad sort of a boy. I think you just saw that deer and couldn’t refrain from shooting him. | think you felt like Buffalo Bill, now didn’t you?” “T—yes—I—I don’t know how Buffalo Bill felt,” said Westy. “And if Mr. Sands hadn’t got in touch with Mr. Terry and found that deer, you would have gone back home thinking you’d done a fine, heroic thing, eh?” Westy did think he had done a good thing but he didn’t say so. “But you had the honesty to confess when you saw that an innocent man was about to be arrested. And that’s April . fy, ABE RY, wi yo at ar br th ht

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FOR ALL BOYS what makes me think that you’re a not half-bad sort of a youngster.” Westy shifted from one foot to the other but said noth- ing. “You just forgot your promise when you saw that deer.” “didn’t forget it, I just broke it,” said Westy. “Well, now,” said the judge, “you’ve had your little fling at wild west stuff, you’ve killed your deer and paid the penalty and you see it isn’t so much fun after all. You see where it brings you. Now I want you to go home and tell your father that you shot a deer out of season and that it cost you a cold hundred dollars. See?” “Ves, sir,” said Westy. “You ask him if he thinks that pays. And you tell him I said for him to take that infernal toy away from you before you shoot somebody or other’s little brother or sister—or your own mother, maybe.” ” Westy winced. “Tf I were your father instead of justice of the peace here, I’d take that gun away from you and give you a good trounc- ing and set you to reading the right kind of books— that’s what I’d do.” “T wouldn’ leave no young ’un of mine carry no hun- dred dollars in his pockets, nuther,” volunteered Farmer Sands. “Well, it’s good he had it,” said the justice, “or I’d have had to commit him.” Then turning to Westy, he said, “Maybe that hun- dred dollars is well spent if it taught you a lesson. You go along home now and tell your father what I said. And you tell him TI said that a rifle is not only a dangerous thing to keep but a pretty expensive thing to keep.” “Ves, sir,” said Westy. “Are you sorry for what you did?” “ As long as I paid the fine do I have to answer more ques- tions?” asked Westy. “Well, you re- member what I’ve said.” “Yes, sir,” said Westy. “Did you ever hear of Lord Ches- terfield’s letters to his son?” “N-no—yes, _ sir, in school.” “Well, you get thai book and read "ig Westy said noth- ing. To lose his precious hundred dollars seemed bad enough. To be sentenced to read Lord Chesterfield’s letters to his son was nothing less than inhuman. CHAPTER XIV * FOR BETTER OR WORSE T WAS now mid- afternoon. The boy who had gone to work on his uncle’s farm so as to earn money to take him to Yellowstone Park, stood on the main street of the little town of Chandler with three dollars and some. small change in his pocket. This was the final ™ 1924 outcome of all his hoping and striving through the long summer. He had just about enough money to get home to Bridgeboro. And there only disgrace awaited him. For he would not tell the true circumstances of his killing the deer. He had assured Luke Meadows of his freedom; he ,would not imperil that freedom now by confiding in any one. His father might not see it as he did and might make the facts of the case known to these local authorities. Westy thought of the little, mother- less girl clinging to her father, and this picture, which had aroused him to rash generosity, strengthened his resolution now. Westy was no quitter; he had done this thing, and he would accept the consequences. What he most feared was that at home they would question him and that he would be confronted with the alternative of telling all or of lying. He thought only of Luke Meadows and of the little girl. And being in it now, for better or worse, he was resolved that he would stand firm upon the one simple, truthful admission that he had killed a deer. Yet Westy was so essentially honest that he could not think of returning to Bridgeboro without first going back to the farm to tell them what he had done: He knew that this wqukmean “Mercy on us, what you doin’ here!” gasped Aunt Mira questioning and might possibly, through some inadvertence of his:own, be the cause of the whole story coming to light. Yet he could not think of going to Bridgeboro, leaving these people who had been so kind to him to hear of his disgrace from others. He would go back himself and tell his aunt; he would be in a great hurry to catch the later train and that would save him from being questioned. Yet it seemed a funny thing to do to go back and hurriedly announce that he had killed a deer and as hurriedly depart. Poor Westy, he was beginning to see the difficulties involved in his spectacular good turn. He wandered over to the railroad, worried and perplexed. Wherever he might go there would be trouble. He would have to face his aunt and uncle, then his father and mother. And he could not explain. How could he hope to run the gauntlet of all these people with just the one little technical truth that he had killed a deer? It was just beginning to dawn on Westy that truth is not a technical thing at all, that to stick to a technical truth may be very dishonest. Yet, he had (so he told himself) killed the deer. And that one technical little truth he had invoked to save Luke Meadows. Westy would not, he cou/d not turn back now. CHAPTER XV RETURN OF THE PRODIGAL E COULD catch a train to Bridgeboro in hali an hourand leave the thunderbolt to break at the farm after he was safely away. Or he could return to the farm and still catch a train from Chandler at eight- twenty. He decided to do this. He lingered weak- ly in the station for a few minutes, kill- ing time and trying to make up his mind just what he would say when he reached the farm. The station was dim and musty and full of dust and aged pos- ters. One of these latter was a glaring advertisement of an excursion to Yellow- stone Park. It in- cluded a picture of Old Faithful Geyser, that watery model of constancy which is to be seen on every folder and_ booklet describing the Yel- lowstone. Westy looked at it wistfully. “See the glories of your native land’ the poster pro- claimed. He read it all then turned away. The ticket office was closed, and in his troubled and dis- consolate mood _ it seemed to him as if even the railroad shut him out. Nota living soul was there in the station but a queer-looking woman with spectacles and a sunbonnet and an outlandish bag at her feet. Westy wondered whether she were going to New York. Then he wondered whether, when he reached Bridgeboro, he migit not prop- erly say that he was very sleepy and let his confession go (Continued on page 57)

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12 Told by Tall-P FEW years ago after a tour through the United States, in which I preached Scouting to « boys, I visited Japan. Just as the We sun was setting in a splendid blaze of color we steamed into the great Bay of Yokohama, and high up in the golden haze there appeared to be a great cloud shaped like a pyramid. It was the mountain Fuji, which is the pride of Japan. [One of the compliments paid to a lady in Japan is to say that she has a forehead shaped and white like Fuji.| It certainly looked beautiful as we first saw it. The narrow entrance to the bay is defended by strong forts among the pretty wooded knolls on cither side and on islets inside, so that it would seem im possible for an enemy ship to enter. And lurking under the shadow of the hillside within the bay we could see half a dozen huge gray war-ships of the Japanese navy. So that, although one knows Japan to be a smiling peaceful country, our first glimpse of it showed us not only its beauties but also its strength. \s we steamed across the great bay to the harbor of Yokohama a small steamer “dressed” with flags came out to meet our ship and to escort us. She was crowded with Boy Scouts. They had come out to welcome us and to pilot us in. As soon as we anchored they came on board to greet us, und they were a fine lot of fellows, smart and keen, and mainly British and American. « * * Yokohama itself was a great modern city testifying to the energy and up-to-dateness of the Japanese, backed by the enterprise of the numerous agencies of all countries who carry on business in that great center. It is appalling to think that in a few seconds of time the whole of that vast fabric of man’s building was destroyed by a convulsion of nature. * * * A Scout Hero There lies before me, as I write this, a letter which I have just received from Japan. x’ It encloses the account of the r disaster from a Japanese man- cook. He describes a domestic scene where his master, an American, Purington by name, was busy in his office. While his son Frank, a Boy Scout of twelve and his little girl, Mary, were playing about with their governess and two Japanese maids. Their apartments were on the first floor, above a number of busy offices. It was about midday on the first of September last. Without any warning there was suddenly an upheaval, a roaring rending crash, and the whole house collapsed, rushing its occu- pants down from their play into blinding dark- ness, terror, and pain. Like a sudden nightmare an earthquake had overwhelmed them, but with all the greater horror because it was no dream, but actual experience. : The cook, after some twenty minutes’ struggle, managed to crawl out from under the wreckage, as did also his master, both of them half-stunned but only slightly injured. They could hear the pitiful cries of the children within the ruins and set to work with all their strength to get them out. Frank was at last rescued, but, poor little chap, he had the flesh torn from his right arm from the shoulder down, and his head and his left foot were both badly crushed. Mr. Purington told the cook to take him as quickly as pos- sible to a hospital, while he himself went to work to try and rescue Mary and one of the maids who could be heard calling. He was never seen alive again, but his body was found later on buried beneath a fresh fall of masonry. It was evident that he had fallen a victim to a second shock while carrying out his efforts at rescue. Meantime the cook, Iroku Sugiura, finding Frank though conscious was unable to walk, carried him on his back toward the hospital. But as he went he found the streets blocked, and almost unrecognizable with fallen buildings in a thick fog of dust. Everywhere the ruins had caught fire and already the smoke and roaring flames prevented his further progress at almost every turn. It seemed impossible to reach the hospital. Arriving at a bridge over the canal he found a mat which Department of Military Intelligence. He has vistted America several times.—TueE Epirors. he soaked in water and wrapped round his little master in order to keep the flying sparks from setting fire to his clothing. The poor man was at his wits’ end; all around him the fire was raging, the air was full of dark choking smgke; tbe grgund # y » “Tall-Pine-on-the-H orizon” —Sir Robert Baden-Powell was still heaving and cracking with sickening earthquake shocks; and all around could be heard the shrieks of the panic- stricken and injured people. One can feel for him when he came to the conclusion that the only way to end it was to throw himself into the river and meet death in that way. —s Im@-on-thee=} IEUT.-GEN. SIR ROBERT BADEN-POWELL founded the Scout Movement in England in 1908. In 1900 ~~ he was in command of the brilliant defense of Mafeking in the Boer War. na camping trip in the south of England, and from this wld War he was attached to the british headquarters staff in France and ‘performed many valuable services for the In 1908 he took a party of twelve boys was small beginning the Boy Scouts have developed. BOYS’ LIFE In his narrative he says: “] felt that escape from such a place beyond human power. | asked Frank what he would do if I committed suicide by drowning myself. He answered he would die with me. I felt inspired by these words and I made up my mind to go on through the fire and water to save Frank if possible. So we made our way through the fire and the smoke toward the harbor. On the way they met Mr. Strong, a Scoutmaster, who helped During the them along to the quay. There some Europeans offered to render first-aid to Frank, but his answer was that of a true scout: “ Don’t worry about me. Tam dying. Look after the others.” Later on boats came ashore from the ships in the harbor, the raging fire having prevented them from coming sooner. Frank was the first patient to be lifted into a boat. As they raised him he begged them to set him down again, the pain was too great; but suddenly he corrected himself. “J forgot,” he said, “scouts don’t show pain”; and never another murmur came from him. All next day he lay in agony on board ship; he made no complaint, only he asked for news of his father and mother and little sister—but none came. On the following day, the third of Sep- tember, the brave little fellow breathed his last, calling on his parents and Mary, and holding tightly the hand of the cook who had so faithfully served his trust. Frank was buried at sea, wrapped in the folds of the Stars and Stripes whose honor he had so worthily upheld, though he was but a boy of twelve. * 2 © Well, Scouts, it is saddening to all of us to think of a fine character being cut off so young; but his life will not have been thrown away in vain for I am certain that every one of you brother Scouts of his who reads this will feel a thrill of pride in your comrade, and will “Be Prepared,” with his example before you, to exercise your courage and your thought J for others, even though it should g' be in the most appalling crisis that could possibly fall upon a lad. « = * And let us not forget a tribute to Iroku Sugiura who, though never brought up that way, proved himself a true Scout when the occasion arose. * * * Scout Resource By the same mail which brought me the above letter there came a copy of the regimental news- paper of my old regiment, the 5th Dragon Guards, just now quartered in Egypt. The regiment, being of course up to date, has, equally of course, its troop of boy scouts among the soldiers’ sons. This is the story that the paper gives. A koy scout had been learning first-aid in order to qualify for the Ambulance Badge. One day, hearing a groan from a ditch at the side of the road, he went there and found a cavalry trooper who had been thrown from his horse lying in great pain and badly cut about the legs. Without a moment’s hesitation the scout took out his jack-knife and cut away the clothing around the injured limbs. His training told him that the soldier was bleeding from an artery. With his neckerchief he improvised a tourniquet, which soon stopped the bleed- ing. Then leaving his patient as comfortable as he could make him, the scout ran off to get help. It was nearly an hour before the doctor, who happened to be the medical officer of the trooper’s own regiment, was able to arrive on the scene. During this time the scout had gone back to his patient, easing the tourniquet at intervals and holding up the leg so that the wound was above the level of the heart. When the doctor arrived and examined the man he said that without the prompt attention which the scout had ren- dered the man must surely have died in the ditch. As it was his life was saved, and he continued to be a useful and efficient soldier, thanks to the work of a boy scout. April Runes

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FE ice do ing FOR ALL BOYS “Thar She Blows!’ Being further letters of ‘‘Skeets”’ N HIS letters to Scribe eaten oe “Skeets” Clark of the Junction City Scout Troop, former member, “J. T.” Presley, whose father was recent- ly elected to Congress, has been writing about the wonderful things he has seen around Wash- ington. But the home-town scouts have decided that if he finds out more than they do at and “3... T.; de.” f ca ena gman sips + home, he will have to hustle. res Last month, “J. T.” wrote about his visit to the dinosaurs in the United States National Museum and the troop matched him with a fossil investigation of their own. This month he sees what looks like a fine op- portunity to get ahead of them. A RIGHT WHALE The large picture 1s of a model of a right whale. Hanging down from the top of his mouth is the whale- bone. He has no teeth 63 tons SOMETIMES TREAT WHALERS The three lowest pictures are scenes from “Down to the Sea in Ships.” The whale rose up beneath the whale- boat and smashed it HOW WHALES Scribe Robert Clark, Junction City, Tl. Dear “Skeets’’ You may be surprised to hear from me from New York, but father was coming up here for a few days and brought me with him. We came from Washington by water. We left there night before last, going down the Potomac River into Chesa- peake Bay. We reached Norfolk, Virginia, yesterday morning and took a ship there which put us in New York late this after- noon. We had a great trip out in the Atlantic Ocean with not a speck of land in sight and the Captain of the ship told me a lot about the big animals that live in the sea. But you ought to have seen the porpoises. They are a kind of little whales about eight feet long and they certainly can swim. There were dozens of them traveling in herds and they did not seem to have any trouble at all swimming faster than our ship when it was going its fastest. The way they chased each other and played around the ship, it looked like they were just showing off for our benefit. ‘The Captain said that they were not, though, and probably couldn’t even see well enough out of water to see us. If porpoises ever stop swimming entirely, nobody has ever caught them at it. But they are great at jumping. I guess if somebody could put hurdles on the ocean, the porpoises would break all records at hurdle-racing. They way they swim along, diving and jump- ing sometimes three feet above the surface, they look like they are practicing for hurdle races most of the time. We also saw one of the kinds of big whales. It came to the surface a good way off from the ship, but I saw it spouting. I always thought whales spouted water, but the C aptain said 1924 A SULPHURBOTTOM WH This photograph has been retouched by an artist and the water and whaleboat have been added. This is a picture of a model of a whale caught in 1907, which hangs from the ceiling in the American Museum of Natural History, New York City. The whale represented by this model was 76 feet long, and weighed HALE (ABOVE) that it just looks like a-spout of water, that the whale just blows out air which forms a vapor like our breath does on a cold day. For whales and porpoises are no more fish than are horses and cows. They have lungs like land animals, and can’t breathe under water like fish do, but have to come up to the surface. They are hot-blooded animals, and back millions of years ago, their ancestors lived on land and had four feet and hair on the bodies. When they changed from land to deep water, they gradually developed a fish-like form. The front feet changed into the flippers which the whales use to keep their balance in the water. The hind feet disappeared, leaving two little bones inside the whale’s body where the hind legs used to be. Little sent through Science Service A LOOKOUT (RIGHT) This and the picture below . _\e = ntshed by courtesy of the Hodkinson Corp., from Hi sce 03 Nae a motion picture called “Down to the Sea in Ships.” They show faithfully an old whaler such as was common years ago, and the actor takes the part of a seaman on one of these old ships are “stills,” fur- baby whales have a few bristles around _ their mouths, which are the only traces of the hair which the whale’s an- cestors probably had all over their bodies. The whales’ tails be- came powerful propel- lers with which they drive their big bodies through the water at high speed. The tail doesn’t work from side to side like a fish’s tail, but sets so that its broadest part strikes the water with an up and down motion which makes it easier to dive and come up often for air. The Cap- tain said that there are many differ- ent kinds of whales in the sea to-day. Some of them are the largest animals that ever lived; growing go feet long with bodies even bigger than any of the Terrible Liz- ards thatlived millions of years ago. Some whales are called whalebone whales and other kinds are known as toothed whales. The whalebone whales don’t have any teeth but rows of thin horny plates of whalebone hanging from the roof of the mouth. These plates are fringed with hair-like bristles which serve as a strainer to strain out of the water the tiny animals upon which these whales feed. The toothed whales do not have any whalebone. They have strong, sharp teeth in their lower jaws with which they can (Continued on page 60)

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Phillipe pounded the iron singing an old Perigordian song HILLIPE LE ROCHE delayed on the drawbridge to wait for Charles, the candlemaker’s son. Then the two, Phillipe with his tight black curls and his face ashine from fresh washing, and Charles, smudgy- cheeked as was his bad habit, swung their moulinels over their shoulders and strode through the gate. A crowd was chattering in the courtyard of the Castle of Isle, for it was a holiday. Below, at the feet of the chalk cliffs, the red-roofed village of St. Astier watched the sport to which the Duke of Isle had invited his people. He was a fearless fellow, the Duke of Isle, with a great beard and no small van- ity, who rode a chestnut mount. He had promised to-day that his knights should perform with sword and lance and his archers with their bows. All the town was there, from the humblest peasant who tilled the hilly fields, to the monks from the monastery, with their red caps and their faces that were smug, rather than humble as they should have been. By Karl And on the galleries sat ladies, dressed gaily in frocks of Flanders cloth. Sut Phillipe le Roche had no eyes for the gallery. He was too engaged with the sights of the courtyard. Horses kicked at the dust. Slim-legged pages ran into doors and out again. Stiff-faced squires held aloft their staffs, from which colored pennants hung listlessly in the wind- less air. Knights in breastplates and iron gauntlets and shining casques, with squires and bowmen and pack mules at their heels; halberdiers who looked too fine in their glossy coats to be real fighting men; Hospitaliers from Malta, with their hands folded meekly over their large silver crosses—ah, it was a rich sight for the eyes of any boy! The Duke was coughing, which all St. Astier and the seven leagues around knew was an order for silence. The chattering ceased in the courtyard and the pages stood still. “My good people,” the Duke of Isle addressed them in a voice tuned to steel in the wars. “Trouble has left us. The I:nglish have gone north again, and the Burgundians have Peace has come again ’ scurried back to their caves in the east. to France. It is our day to be gay!’ The Knights arose in their saddles, and their swords flashed back the afternoon sun as they lifted them high. Archers waved their bows and the spearmen jiggled their halberds so that the pennants flew, and in the courtyard the villagers tossed their caps and cheered. St. Astier was a plain-faced little town, somewhat saddened by discomfort it had known. Its people had hoped for this peace, through eighty years of the century. The Hundred Years War swept across Europe, now south, now north, violent one day, silent the next, while babes were born and grew to manhood, and watched their own sons march off to fight. Charles was king, and just three years before Joan of Arc had died by fire. Now the English under Bedford and the legions of the Duke of Burgundy had retreated, and France longed for the peace which was not to come for yet another generation. But happily, on the afternoon of the holiday, the subjects of the Duke of Isle did not know the danger marching south that very hour. Phillipe le Roche looked across the courtyard at his father, Bernard, the village blacksmith, who was a stern man and loved his trade and had no use for wars. The old smith had come in his leather apron and was cheering now with the rest, waving his black peasant’s cap. (72 KY 8 . ? : ee SS “LL he eye a, . = hae, ee 2 { “Stop it!” ~ U ve Q NOU ANY / \ Sorat The blacksmith came charging across the court, “Stop att”? AA) \\ ul sy \ a at aye BOYS’ LIFE W. Detzer Illustrated by Norman Borchardt The Duke stopped speaking. His first knights rode out, to dazzle a thousand eyes with the delicate maneuvers of their swords. Even the horses seemed proud, under their glittering rings of armor. The tilt was short, and one knight, as brave as the other but less sure in his saddle, went clumping to the ground. A new contender took his place—the first knight lost his mount. And so for an hour the courtyard flashed with gaudy accoutrements, and the air danced to the sound of clashing steel. There came a rest. “Now!” Phillipe whispered excitedly to Charles. will slip in now!” “We HE son of the candlemaker held back. Phillipe prodded him, and then the two, grasping their moulinets, stepped forward in the crowd. They were staunchly built youths, this pair, and in a moment the thousand eyes that had been wide with glittering armor, were watching a new sight that was not on the program—two peasant lads, tilting with moulinets. The sound of the tough beech wood as the staffs whacked one on another filled the courtyard that had echoed a moment before with knightly steel. The boys tripped forward, retired on nimble toes, grasping their long sticks by both hands in the middle, swinging them round and round like the windmills that give moulinets their name. Phillipe forced the attack. Charles, with the awkwardness that so often is brother to a dirty face, warded the blows. But he was too slow, this can- dlemaker’s son, for Phillipe ran under his defense. Phillipe’s father was busy talking when the boys began— he was a wild gossip with a tongue that worked both ways. He did not see his son until half the crowd was watching. “Stop it!”’ the blacksmith came charging across the court. “Stop it, you young scoundrel!” Phillipe twisted the staff out of Charles’s hand and stood back, victor. “T’ll teach you to make a spectacle in public!”. Blacksmith le Roche smacked his son’s legs with the leather strap that he carried in his big hand. ‘‘Home! Pound the iron!” He took the moulinet and sent it hurtling across the bare court. “Hold, you blacksmith!” another voice cut him short. Phillipe’s father whirled around, bowing low when he saw the Duke of Isle spurring his horse forward. “What boy is that?” the Duke was asking. “Ah, shame upon me, my worthless son!’ apologized the smith, bowing again and once too often. “Shame?” cried the Duke. “He fights like a soldier! Come, lad, where learned you that trick?” Wi ‘ “Sunday afternoons, practising on the river bank,” Phillipe stammered, frightened at being addressed by so great a man, “and watching the soldiers of your Highness.” “How old are you?” “Sixteen next Easter,” answered the boy. “You should learn to swing a sword, lad!” The Duke leaned over from his thick-chested mount and felt the muscles in Phillipe’s right arm. ‘You must be a soldier of France!” “T swing a wooden sword now!” answered Phillipe, rather proudly. A pril

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7 FOR ALL BOYS “4 wooden sword?” The Duke laughed with his shoulders shaking, so that the iron rings on his leather breastplate clicked all together. ‘‘No, my son, a steel blade is more to your hand. Hi, my page, you lasy rascal!”” he shouted. ‘You numb- legged squire, come!” That night Phillipe le Roche carried home a two-edged sword of Damascus steel, heavy as his father’s longest hammer, and shining like stars in the sky. With his own hand the Duke of Isle had presented it to him, and had told him to make himself a shield of ashwood, covered with leather, and studded with iron pins. Phillipe’s father was a good man, but rough to a fault in his speech. “Your silly head is turned!” he told his son the next day. “Forget the sword and pound that iron! You would give up an honest trade to be a grabbing soldier? Aye, no son of mine shall be a roaming scalawag!”’ HILLIPE struck the hot metal with such a fierce blow that the sparks shot out, and he hammered his determination ihto it. He did not dawdle that morning at the forge. But at noon while the old blacksmith dozed or gossiped, Phillipe le Roche carved on his shield. Other days and at night he drew the leather tight across it, or studded it with hand-wrought spikes. Then he tested the strength of his arms, swinging the fine Damascus blade that had once been the Duke of Isle’s, guarding, lunging, learning the infinite routine of swords- manship. Within a month he had mastered a thrust, which awkward though it was, had brawn behind it, and in six months more he learned to parry, turning his blade with an agile wrist to ward off his imaginary foe. He thought himself a soldier then. He dreamed fine dreams as he blew the bellows. There should be more war and he should be a knight! He burned his fingers, think ing of the Duke of Isle, and his father called him a stupid dolt, and smacked his legs. Finally, one day in the autumn of the year, out of the north. “The Duke of Bedford is marching through Guienne with ten thousand English soldiers at his heels!”’ a runner panted. His eyes were scared; he told of burning villages and castles lost. When the story reached the cas- tle on the hill, a trumpeter mount- ed the high gray stone wall and his notes shrieked across the valley. Phillipe’s father dropped his tongs. The candlemaker who was Charles’ father ran out of his door, with wax on his blouse, and townsmen and peasants went clattering through the narrow street, making bold echoes with their wooden shoes. They closed the gates of the town. “Be brave Frenchmen,” the Duke of Isle warned. ‘Guard your homes and my castle. I march with my soldiers to meet the English.” Pinions were fluttering as the knights cantered out of town, and the foot soldiers, looking less grand, but shouldering their unstrung bows bravely enough, followed after them. Messengers tagged at their rear. But Phillipe le Roche stood in the door of the smoky smithshop. The Duke had forgotten him! Three days and the first mes- senger was back. “Bedford and his men have ridden into Mussidan!”’ he cried. “Have burned the town and spiked the castle gates!” And in four days more a new courier came with graver tidings from Montpont: “The Duke of Isle and his hundred knights charged the English on the great plain north of town, and ten knights died. The foot soldiers shot their arrows, but the English, with a wicked new instrument which made a great noise, threw round stones through the ranks.” “Cannon!” whispered the old men, “such as the English used at Poitiers!’’ And they shook their heads. What could arrows and armor prevail, with all the bravery in the world behind them, when roaring balls of stone were flung at French- men’s faces? The sixth day brought still more news, from Neuvic, a Scant eight leagues to the east, where the tall castle hung over a sleepy river. It was a peasant in ragged clothes who ran in with the tale. His face was white as the chalk cliffs. “The Duke of Bedford charged again,” he whispered, “and the foot soldiers of our Duke dropped their arrows and spears. They fled behind the moat of Neuvic castle and left a score of dead on the field. The English are a scant league from here this minute. They are coming on—the French must hide!” Phillipe heard the story, with the rest of the town. He took off his apron and deserted the forge. His father, discovering rumors came the fires out, searched angrily. He found Phillipe and Charles on the river bank, Phillipe with his two-edged sword, Charles with a moulinet. “What are you doing here, rascal?” the blacksmith de- manded. “Practising my sword!” Phillipe answered, changing color with pride. ‘To-day I may have need to use it!” His father boxed his ears and hid the sword in the thatch on the roof. NN Mt Mi Wk WN We in gre at S ibe ~ ~ : \\\| 5 \ it = , \ vi \ >a /,. yl \ AW / ! : te NAW Hy i CU ny \ib Wi i iA i / new Phillipe cried. NGLISH soldiery marched into the town that evening, and Phillipe le Roche, nor Charles of the moulinet, nor “Come! Are you snails?” any other stood in their way. Five hundred tall, blond men they were, silent behind their moustaches. Knights and squires and footmen kicked up dust in the street. They searched each house, under its roof of thatch, and carried away every sword and spear, and every hidden bow or arrow left in the town of St. Astier. “That sword is mine!” cried Phillipe le Roche when a thick-necked British fighting man, burrowing into the roof of the blacksmith shop, brought out the blade concealed there. The Englishmen laughed. “Yours? You ragamuffin! How come your puny hands by such steel as this? It was tempered in Damascus—what know you of Damascus?” “My Duke gave it me,” your hands off its hilt!” “T’'ll wear it myself and remember you by it!” carried it away, laughing over his shoulder. That night, when the sun was sinking and the old monastery crouched behind its fig trees, the Duke of Bedford caused a Phillipe cried loudly. “Take The fellow “Or babies? Come!” 15 page to ring the bell in the square church spire. All the people of St. Astier, old men and stripling lads—for every man of fighting age was in the field—the women and the girls, came together in the public square under the rim of the tower, where the clock looks down to-day. The Duke of Bedford spoke in a high voice, that sounded flat against unfriendly walls. “To-night my troops move on,” he told the townsfolk, “to Coutras and Libourne. We leave thirty stout soldiers to guard St. Astier. They have set up their quarters in the top of your church, where there are holes in the stone through which they can watch what you do. If something there is. of wildness in your legs—think, one ember thrown down will set your roofs on fire. You would dread that, at the hands of a conqueror? Then go back to your own work, keep within your own doors, and stay away from the church night and day.” “Away from the church?” It was one of the monks, listening over the wall of the monastery, an old monk with white hair falling down from his woolen cap. “Away from the church!” answered the Duke of Bed- ford. “If you value your worthless French lives! You are my subjects now. And to know how you behave each day I shall send back a courier.” The stranger rode away at that, to the sound of squeaking leather and the rattle of armor. Shouts of proud soldiers followed him out of the town. Next morning in his shop, old Bernard le Roche lighted the fires in his cold forge. “And now you will swing the hammer, son, 1)\ instead of a silly sword!” ~~ he spoke unpleasantly : | to Phillipe. “Where is a the blade of Damascus? , . Gone, to stick other \\ men’s throats! But my honest tools the English \ left. I shall shoe their \' | horses next time. An- : swer me, which is best?” = r Phillipe was a fiery youth. It itched his vanity that his weapon had been taken, that a hostile band of thirty men should rule him and his people from the top of the white stone church. “You would _= shoe English horses?” he ex- claimed. “Aye, and you are no Frenchman then! You would put on shoes that their wretched steeds might ride down French foot soldiers! The ham- mer has its place, aye, even as the sword. It is the hammer that makes the weapons of fighting men, and the weapons protect the hammer.” Phillipe wiped his hot face on his leather apron and waited with with his heels apart. “Fighting men? Strut- ting boys, you mean! Where is the Duke, who collects taxes so boldly? Biting his fingers at Neuvic, with all his brass and banners!” Phillippe hammered bitterly that day. Three times he bent the hinges which his father bade him beat into shape, and each time had to heat them over. But that night old Bernard le Roche fell sick, with the quaking ague which tripped his tongue when he would say a word. So Phillipe was left to tend the anvil alone next day. Until candles were lit, he pounded the iron, singing an old Perigordian song, keeping time with his WS ii\ \N \\ hammer. The second morning Charles, son of the candle maker, hearing the constant beating in the shop, slipped through the door. His eyes popped when he looked at the implement Phillipe was shaping. “Phillipe! What is it?” Phillipe grinned through the sweat-drops that streaked down his sooty face. ““Guess!”’ he challenged. “A—a sword!” “* Aye, a sword to cut the heads off our enemies!’’ answered Phillipe, who had heard soldiers boast and knew their ways. “But who will swing it?” (Concluded on page 59)

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BOYS’ LIFE S Triz 2 ICU ‘. Wy ©e MMT 1M © AG: ne a oe campers carefully, for the fun of it all depends upon how each fellow reacts and whether he is a joy-killer or not. If you should ask some successful man how he judges an applicant for a position of trust, he will, without doubt, tell = HERE are we going this time?” is a question that is being asked even so early in the spring by many enthusiastic campers who are plan- f ‘ning yet another trip into the wilds. It By Ralph Pierson may be asked by a couple of fellows who cannot wait until vacation comes; it may be asked by an individual or a group; but whoever it is, they are starting to make their plans for their camping trips. Perhaps it is only to be an over-night hike after a week of hard work at the office or in the classroom; or it may be longer, but it is not the duration that counts; it is the idea of the thing; the very fact that they all know that, some- where beyond the horizon, there lies a land of enchantment, a land which is old familiar territory or new and _ alluring, and affords for their restless feet a glori- ous tramping ground. Then, these “wan- derlusters” put their heads close together, fill the room, knee deep with countless maps, time tables, itineraries, grub and equipment lists, catalogues and what not, and start on their journey even while they are at home. But what is this “glamour of camping”? It is a question that you or T cannot set forth in words. It is the same as that fabled “lure of the North”; it is an indescribable something that makes a new man out of an old one and © Newman Some like the pines and the snow in Washington always makes him better than he was formerly. If you want to find out all about it, strap on the knapsack, call together some boon and tried companions and hit the trail. Perhaps you will spend some time on dope lists or maybe just call up the gang and tell them to be ready to-morrow as you are going on a long trip, but be sure to add that it is a camping trip so that they will know what is in the wind. rhis question of companions is a mighty important one und perhaps the most essential of all. Pick your fellow Illustrated, with Photographs Mountains or lake or racing streams? This is in Maine = © Newman A camper’s mirror in Yosemite Valley you that he chooses him for his qualities as a man above all others. I was reading the other day of a talk that a business man gave before a reunion gathering of his college class. He said, “Let him go ahead and lay a section of track and turn a few nuts and bolts and show what he can do. Then the important thing to find out is whether he is good-natured at ' breakfast and a good ! man lo go camping with. Those matters are so much more important than his ability to bound the state of Idaho. Don’t you know how a camping trip reveals character? A man you once thought a very fine person will shirkat thedishwash ingandfindfault with the other fellow’s cooking and that tells you more about what he really, is than years of civilized intercourse and years of intelligence tests!” HEN, when you have your fellowcamperstogether, you begin musing on last year’s trip, bringing back the memories of nights before the camp-fire, everyone silent and _ staring into the flames and thinking and thinking. Then how you curled up in the blankets, North— South — East —West It makes no difference, for the out-of-doors is good almost anywhere. It’s the other things that count the tang of the air at sunrise—the smell of wood smoke and frying bacon—the feel of the trail under- foot or the thump of paddle on gunwhale—the startled deer or leaping fish—a_ cheerful camp-fire — cozy blankets—OH, BOY !, 4 ai $x carefully pinned together with huge safety pins, and dropped off suddenly to sleep, your last dreamy thought being how long a time it was to breakfast? Then, in the morning, how you woke up with that perfect-condition feeling, and took a dip in the brook, with many “Brr, Brrs,” and hurriedly slipped on the woolens, and started the fire and mixed the batter or cut the bacon. You think of the hollow feeling in your stomach being finally appeased and then of the (Concluded on page 60) A pril

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aes tC — — + FOR ALL BOYS W hat: the —_ winter Olympic Games at Cha- é monix, France, end with Norway in METS the first place, with 13414 points; Finland, second, 7614 [points; Great Britain, third, 30 points; United States, fourth, 29 points; Sweden, fifth, 26 points; Austria, sixth, 25"points; Switzerland, seventh, 24 points; France, eighth, 19'%4 points; Canada, ninth, 11 points; Czecho-Slovakia, tenth, 8!4 points; Belgium, eleventh, 6 points; Italy, twelfth, one point. Three photographs are printed below, of interest to ‘us since they show +. J eareth ncagit Stat sane $ pound. f Wide World Photo some of the repre- sentatives of Amer- ica in the winter events. The left- hand picture is the Skiing team. Inthe oval are Gorman, an outstanding Canadian skater, with Jewtraw of the United States. On the right-hand side is a group photo of J Wide World Phéto” | the entire American skating team. Vladimir Ilyitch Ulianoff, better known to the world as Nicolai Lenin, Premier of Russia since November, 1917, dies after a long illness, and is buried in Moscow with great ceremony. The British Dominions unanimously approve the Anglo-American liquor treaty which permits search of British ships for illicit liquor twelve miles from shore, but allows British ships to bring in liquor stores under seal when they are destined for east-bound consumption. The treaty is signed by Secretary Hughes, and Sir Auckland Geddes, the re- tiring British Ambassador, and is reported on favorably by the Senate Foreign Relations Committee. France and Czecho-Slovakia sign a treaty which provides for the maintenance of the present political status of Europe, recognition of defense agreements authorized under the League of Nations, and ¢seconomic reconstruction of Europe. for collaboration oth Wide World Photo The famous Morgan Library in New York is turned over by J. Pierpont Morgan, son of the founder of the library, to six trustees appointed to administer it as a public reference library. The gift, with the endowment, is valued at $8,500,000. An in- terior view of this famous library is shown above. Eleutherios Venizelos, ex-Pre- mier, takes over the reins of gov- ernment in Greece, but is forced to resign on account of illness, and anew cabinet is formed by M. Kapandaris. Diplomatic relations with Hon- duras are severed by the United States because of the failure of the political factions in Hon- duras to reach an agreement under which constitutional government can be restored by peaceful means. The Mexican insurrection, which sought to place Adolfo de la Huerta in the presidency, is practically crushed when Presi- dent Obregon and his troops take Vera Cruz and disperse the rebels on most of the other fronts. A Federal troop train is shown at the right. 1024 France. 17 Is Doing By a narrow margin, the French Chamber of Deputies authorizes Premier Poincaré to increase taxes twenty per cent. in order to remedy the serious financial condition of The franc is reported down to too to the pound, whereas the normal rate is twenty-five to the The lid of the sarcophagus of the tomb of Tut-ankh-Amen is raised_fJer the first time in thirty-two centuries, disclosing a mummy case cov- ered with gold and made in the likeness of the king. But fur ther work in opening the tomb is stopped be cause of a dis- agreement be tween Howard Carter, the Amer ican archeologist, and the Egyptian Government over admitting visitors the Shenandoah to be halted until Congress has authorized and appropriated the money for the flight. Prince Regent Hirohito of Japan is wedded to Princess Nagako, eldest daughter of Prince Kuni, the ceremony being performed in accordance with the ancient marriage ritual antedating the Chris- tian era. Italy and Jugo-Slavia sign a treaty under which Fiume becomes Italian territory and : Jugo-Slavia receives a port af adjacent to Fiume, thus end- a ing a long-standing dispute between these countries. Lieutenant Corliss Hooven Griflis, of Ohio, who was imprisoned in Ger- many for his part in the attempt to kidnap Grover Cleveland Bergdoll, the American draft evader, from Ger many last summer, is released on con- dition that-he leave Germany. He sails immediately for America and is welcomed in New York by friends and family. Karl Sperber and Faust Gagarin, the other two implicated in the kidnaping attempt, are still held in jail in Germany. Woodrow Wilson, twenty-eighth President of the United States, dies at his home in Washington, and is buried in a crypt of the Chapel of the Nativity of the Cathedral of Saints Peter and Paul in Washing- ton. Hewas born at Staun- ton, Va., on December 28, 1856. The cathedral is shown at the left. OU.&U. Boy Scouts throughout America commemorate Lincoln’s birthday by making pilgrimages to places made famous by former Presidents of the United States, by men and women honored in the Hall of Fame, and by outstanding pioneer Scouts. ‘The oldest building in the world still standing has been found by the joint expedition of the British Museum and the University Museum, of Phila- delphia, at Tel el Obeid, Babylonia, four miles from Ur, of Biblical fame, announces Dr. George B. Gordon, director of the Philadelphia museum. The building is said to be 6,000 years old. . James Ramsay MacDonald be- comes the first Labor Prime Minis- ter of Great Britain after the Con- servative party under the Prime Ministership of Stanley Baldwin fails on a vote of confidence in Par- liament. One of the new Prime by the Williamson County, Illinois, Minister’s first acts is officially to Grand Jury, following its investigation recognize the Russian Soviet Government, and toname of the acts of Glenn Young, dry raid leader, and of the Ralph Hodgson Charge d’Affaires, pending the ap- illegal arrest of the foreman of the Grand Jury and of other pointment of James O’Grady as ambassador. Italy alleged illegal acts. also recognizes the Soviet Government. The photograph at the right shows the row with his daughter. — = i Forty-eight indictments are returned ©U.& U. — i to the tomb. Governor Gifford Pinchot, of Pennsylvania, it is announced, will not be a candidate this year for the presidency. President Coolidge requests Congress to pass emergency relief legisla- tion to assist the farmers in the Northwest, who are in great financial distress, the President recommending, among other things, the extension of the time during which the War Finance Corporation may make loans. The United States Senate ratifies the two claims agreements with the Mexican Government on the basis of which this country accords diplomatic recognition to Mexico. Senator Frank L. Green, of Vermont, is accidentally shot and seriously wounded in a pistol duel between Prohibition agents and bootleggers in Washington. President Coolidge orders all preparations for the Polar flight of , ©U.&U Dock workers in all British ports strike for an advance in pay of two shillings a day, and are followed out, in sympathy, by the warehouse workers and dock- side railmen. There are miles of docks, such as pictured above, in London and other large British ports. By a voteof 247 to 133 the House of Representatives rejects the pro- posed amendment to the Constitu- tion which would prohibit tax exempt securities. President Coolidge appoints T. V. O’Connor, former president of the Longshoremen’s Union, chair- man of the United States Shipping Board. Henry P. Fletcher, now Ameri- can Ambassador to Belgium, is nominated by President Coolidge to be Ambassador to Italy, to suc- ceed Richard Washburn Child, retired. Captain Herbert G. Sparrow of the cruiser Tacoma, re- cently wrecked off Vera Cruz, and two radio operators of the ship are killed during a storm. Photo at left shows the Tacoma after the disaster.

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CHAPTER VII HE next morning as Rob was making his rounds he saw by the reflection in his glasses that Tug Reagan stood behind him. He pretended not to notice, however, and went back and forth on the lawn where the strike leader could not see the sad state of the garden. Finally Tug tired of this promenade and opened conversa- tion with a “Say.” Rob turned and looked at him. “What was that compromise you spoke about?” Tug began. ‘** Never spoke of any,” retorted Rob, and resumed his stroll. lug followed him. “If you want to split the difference and make it fifteen cents an hour, I think [ can bring the boys round.” “Tl think it over,’’ answered Rob. That evening the directors met in special session, Rob repeated his interview with Tug, adding, ‘“‘They’re almost through; they can’t stand it much longer. One of the little swampers told Larry that they were about ready to come back at the old prices, whether Tug liked it or not. I’m against giving them a cent more than before.”” Rob was usually mild and good-natured, but the shocking condition of the garden upon which he had spent a summer's work and then the stoning of William had changed him. ‘There’s nothing more to dis- cuss; we might just as well vote on the question. If vou like, Ul begin. I vote tifteen shares against compromising and in **Good morning favor of fighting.” “Same here,” cried Jack and Ralph instantly. * How many shares?” Ralph voted five and Jack, somewhat ashamed, voted two. “Oh, shucks,” cried Rob in vexation, * Jack, if you didn't spend all your money on childish nonsense you might have a decent number of shares to vote in a time like this.” Then turning to his father he asked, ** How do you vote, sir?” “Lam waiting,” replied the Judge quietly, “to hear what your mother has to say. I always have to do what she tells me.”” Mrs. Thornton spoke up promptly. “I vote two shares in favor of giving the swampers fifteen cents an hour.” Rob looked somewhat alarmed. *‘‘Of course, Mother,”’ he protested, ‘you understand that we've got these chaps beaten. By Samuel Emery Illustrated by H. J. Peck They'll come back to-morrow at ten cents an hour if that’s all they can get.” “T vote six shares for the compromise,” declared Judge Thornton, smiling at his wife. “T vote with Mother,” piped up Elsie, “‘and I’ve two shares.” **How about you, Uncle Warren?”’ “T, too, vote with Mother and I have three shares.” Jack did some rapid figuring in his head. ** Twenty-two to thirteen,’ he cried, ‘‘we win. Oh, I forgot William. How do you vote, William? Don’t forget that stone that hit you.” HEN to everyone’s amazement William got up on his two sturdy little legs and made a speech. “‘‘See that blister?’ he demanded, sticking out a brown paw. “TI got that workin’ in the garden. No fun, workin’; a tough job sometimes but it’s got to be done. Got to be paid for, too.”’ He paused for a moment but nobody moved. ‘It’s got to be paid for and I vote ten shares to give the swampers fifteen cents.”” He stopped again and then concluded, “It’s different when you got a blister.” Uncle Warren went over to William and held out his hand. “William,” he cried, “I want to shake the hand that has the blister. If more company directors had blistered hands from honest toil and if more workmen had the worry that comes from the responsibility of running a business, this world would be a better place to live in.” Karly the following morning Tug, trying hard to look like a conqueror, came up to the General Manager. ‘*Well,”’ he demanded bluntly, “are you going to raise our pay five cents an hour?” * Why, certainly,’ answered Rob, ‘you could have had that at the beginning, but you wanted a strike. Now you've had it and I hope you're satisfied.”’ Tug turned to the swampers, who had been watching from the background, and waved his hand. ‘“‘Come on, boys,” he shouted, “I’ve won the strike for you. You all get tive cents more.” Then turning to Rob he added, ‘‘Oh, by the way, Larry will have to go.” ‘Larry will have to go?”’ Rob stared at him in astonish- ment, ‘‘ Why does Larry have to go?” ‘Because he didn’t go on strike. He’s a ‘scab.’ We can’t work with anybody who’s against the union That’s why.” Rob looked the other boy up and down."’ When he spoke it was in a curiously soft voice. ‘‘ Not only does Larry stay,” he stated quietly,‘ but Red McKnight will have to go. We can’t have anybody working for us who throws stones at little boys.” \ “Hot, workin’ out here y, in the sun’’ BOYS’ LIFE QB aS es, Inc. This time it was Tug’s turn to be amazed. “But Red’s 1 cousin,” he gasped. *T don’t care if he’s your grandmother, he can’t work her Get him a job throwing stones at little boys; that’s his favorite form of sport.” Tug waved back the advancing swampers. doin’,”’ he yelled, “‘the strike’s on again.” “ Nothin’ ND indeed the strike was “on” again with more bitterness . than before. This time Tug and Red McKnight threat ened to “beat up” any swamper who as much as hinted that h« wanted to go back, and in fact set up such a reign of terror that the boys went in fear of their lives. More than that, Tug and Red were able by throwing stones and punching heads to so frighten Rob’s new swampers that they did not care to go to work. Only Larry remained faithful and he had to be escorted back and forth every day by his “flying squadron” because the time was nearly up for his chicks to come out of their shells and it was inconceivable that should happen without his presence The local plumber, however, when called in for some trifling repairs, refused to work when he found out that Tug’s union was on strike. Not only that, but he in turn persuaded the man who came two days a week to cut the grass and tend the flower beds to stop work in what he called a “sympathetic strike.” “What's a ‘sympathetic strike’?*’ asked Ralph at the next directors meeting. ‘*And what does the plumber care about boys who work in gardens?” ‘**\ sympathetic strike is merely a strike by men who are union men and so are in sympathy with the union men who have already gone out. ‘The plumber probably belongs to a plumbers’ union, and so he has a feeling of sympathy for the swampers who are striking to make our place what they call a ‘closed shop’; that is, a place closed to everybody except union members. An ‘open shop’ would be open to both union and non-union workers. “While we’re on that subject, let’s take up another expres- sion that you will hear frequently, and that is ‘collective bargaining.” Take for example the case of coal miners. They have unions in every mine and these unions themselves are organized so that two or three men—or even one man some- times—can bargain with the mine owner for the wages of all these men in their different unions. Naturally the mine owners, too, have to organize, and this they have done so that now the wages for all the men in certain kinds of mines arc settled by two or three men from the employers and the same from the men. That is called collective bargaining.” The strike continued although the directors saw their gar- dens looking worse and worse and knew that the swampers were now penniless. Presently Ralph Wyatt and Jack —the latter in his customary state of abject poverty—found it not beneath their dignity as directors to earn a little money by working for their own company. They found it hot, weary work and they also found that Rob, while he might be an ex- cellent General Manager for the company, was rather a hard taskmaster for those not accustomed to physical labor. They stuck to it, however, and though tired were rather proud oi themselves when night came. “Tell you what,” said Jack at dinner, “this work gives a feller muscle.” “Yes,” observed his father dryly, “and appetite.” “Also freckles,” added Uncle Warren. HE directors soon found that things were in very bad shape indeed and becoming worse very fast. Vegetables fairly begged to be picked, the weeds grew at a rate of speed that was startling and the hens were so inconsiderate as to demand food at regular intervals, strike or no strike. ‘I don’t see what we are going to do,” Rob said despairingly one evening. “Everything is going to ruin and if things don’t get better pretty soon we'll lose all we put in. What ar you laughing at, Uncle Warren?” Uncle Warren looked around the table, smiling broadly. ‘* Anybody want to sell any stock?” he asked. “Look out for that man,” cried the Judge laughing, “he knows something the rest of us don’t know.” “What is it, Uncle Warren?” asked Jack eagerly. Uncle Warren leaned over and whispered in Elsie’s car. “Here!” she exclaimed. ° He nodded. Her eyes danced. ‘Can we go?” “We will most certainly go even if we have to sell all our stock to buy peanuts for the elephant.”’ “The circus!’”’ shouted Jack wildly, ‘The circus is coming!” “Yes,” said his uncle, “I saw the man putting up posters to-night and I gave him a cigar to put two up just where the swampers cross the railroad track ever) day to come over here. When they have looked at those pictures a while they'll wish they had some money in their trousers pockets.” The President and General Manager thought for a April

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FOR ALL BOYS moment and then said, ‘‘ Now look here, we’ll bring this thing to a head as quick as we can. To-morrow I want every- body out—everybody, you understand—and we'll work as if it was the greatest fun in the world. Then when the swampers have looked at those pictures they’ll find us having a fine time. That ought to make them unhappy and bring them around.” “[’m your man,”’ declared Uncle Warren, “I’ve been think- ing of taking a day off and to-miorrow’s just the day.” Elsie shouted with glee at which he picked her up and carried her off. Bright and early the swampers beheld the President, the Treasurer, the Secretary, the Transfer Agent and all the stock- holders in fact, issue from the house and, with every appear- ance of keen enjoyment, betake themselves to gardening. The swampers were not happy. As time had passed and they had not been asked to come back to work, they had secretary and director of a corporation I'll be a school boy with my neck scrubbed, a clean handkerchief in my pocket and a silly book under my arm. If any old teacher asks me about the capital of Ecuador, I’m going to ask her if she can make out a balance sheet.” It had been a pleasant summer for the stockholders of the Community Service Corporation. Little by little the company had recovered from the damage caused by the strike, until at last the garden was a thing of beauty as of old. Bob had arranged to have the late vegetables ready as the early ones failed, and so kept an abundant supply on hand. Particularly had he specialized in tomatoes, and had grown such fine ones that he had found it necessary to enlarge his delivery service of swampers on bicycles to answer the demands for tomatoes that kept the telephone jingling all day long. Only Larry’s chickens had been a disappointment. Some- how Rob had not realized that young chickens did not really Larry departed happily swinging his legs from the tail of the farmer’s motor truck grown more miserable every day; and now that they had looked upon a gorgeous circus poster and knew that its wonders were not for them, their cup of bitterness was full. As if that was not enough, they saw all the stockholders working hard as if they enjoyed it. They began to murmur, and one bold spirit announced that he was going to leave the union and ask for work, no matter how much Tug Reagan punched his head. That was the end and Tug knew it. Thus it was that as Rob. was busily working he saw—by the reflection of his glasses, as he had once seen before—that Tug Reagan was approaching, and therefore began a cheerful whistle. Uncle Warren down at the other end of the garden saw what was going on and broke into his favorite song: “Bring the good old bugle, boys, we'll have another song.” Ralph Wyatt and Jack, in one of their periodic fits of the giggles, were fighting a mighty battle with hoe handles. “Hot,” said the leader of the union, as he had on another occasion. “So it is,’ admitted the General Manager, “fine and hot.” ‘Hot workin’ out there in the sun.” “Fine,” declared Rob politely, “we like it.” “Your nose’s peeling.” Rob felt of that member. ‘Dear me, so ’t is,’ he replied. “Well, I suppose it’s all for the best.” Tug proceeded to business. ‘‘ Will you keep Red on if we dll come back at fifteen cents?”’ “Certainly not,’’ said Rob decidedly. Jack and Ralph were just then in a mad race to see who could weed faster than the other and so arrive at the end of the row first. Uncle Warren had straightened up and was bending backward and forward to take the kinks out of his back, and little Elsie, who thought it all part of the day’s work, was swaying her small form to and fro as he did. The leader of the union surrendered. ‘Will you take us back at fifteen cents?’’ he asked. The General Manager nodded his head. As on another occasion Tug waved his hand at the swam- pers. “‘Come on, boys,” he shouted, ‘‘the strike’s off.” CHAPTER VIII A CALENDAR hung in Jack’s room, a richly embossed cardboard background with a leaf for each day, which Jack called the “‘enemy,’’ because each morning when he tore off a leaf it told him that one more day was gone and that the autumn was upon him. “Gee, that thing gets on my nerves,’’ he confided to Ralph. “Here we are getting on so well and now first thing you know we'll have to go to school. Think of it, instead of being a ig24 become broilers until after they were at least three months old, and he had been able to sell but few of them. Even when they were sufliciently grown it was hard to persuade Larry to part with them. ‘Aw no, Boss,” he protested, ‘‘ you wouldn’t eat ’em when they’re so little, would you? That ain’t fair. Didn’t you never raise a dog from a pup? Well, I raised them chickens and rooted for ’em when they came out of the shell.”’ He twisted his bony little fingers together. ‘‘What’ll they think of me if you eat ’em?” y “‘Well,”’ said Jack one evening at an informal meeting of the directors, “‘I suppose we’ve had most everything,—dividends, new stock, bond issue, a strike and even amortization. There isn’t much left to have, is there?”’ , “T’m not so sure,’’ answered Rob, who had been looking rather serious, “‘I don’t know what it all means, but several people have been complaining to me that we charged more for vegetables than Reynolds the greengrocer. I’ve reduced prices, but he always manages to set his prices just a little lower than ours. I wonder what’s up?” “Has this only just begun?” asked somebody. “Why, he never paid any attention to us until we began to sell tomatoes and that seemed to bother him. We have a great many fine tomatoes on hand just now and we must sell them. Certainly we can’t afford to let them spoil.” Judge Thornton looked troubled. “That’s bad,” he com- mented. “I’m sorry to hear about that because, you see, the greengrocer not only has to pay rent for his building— which you don’t have to do—but he must earn his bread and butter by selling vegetables, while your bread and butter are provided for you. It wouldn’t be quite fair, would it, for him to lose money on our account? Hadn’t you better go to see him, Mr. President?” “Suppose we wait a while,” suggested Rob, “‘so that we can be sure. There is one woman who always complains that our price is too high and then tells me she'll think it over. I suspect that she phones Reynolds and gets him to make a price lower than ours and then buys where she can get things the cheapest.” “Which she has a perfect right to do,”’ interrupted his father, “don’t ever forget that.” “Yes, I know,’’ answered Rob, “but I think I can find out the next time she telephones whether Reynolds is intentionally cutting his price below ours, because if she doesn’t buy of us I shall know she has bought her vegetables at a lower price elsewhere. Boys, if Mrs. Spellman calls up you let me talk to her. She is going to get a low price for once in her life.” Early the next morning the lady telephoned to ask the price of tomatoes and Rob, after consulting a piece of paper in his 19 hand, said, “‘Mrs. Spellman, I can make you a very special price on tomatoes to-day, but please don’t tell anybody,”’— and then quoted her a ridiculously low price. “Oh, that’s too high,’’ she protested, “I shall have to think that over,’”’ and hung up the receiver. HAT afternoon Rob telephoned her to ask if he might send her some tomatoes. “Oh, I’m so sorry,’’ answered the voice in the ’phone, ‘‘ but your price is too high. I got them two cents a quart cheaper at Reynolds.” Again the directors held a meeting, this time in the library, for the night came too quickly now for piazza gatherings. “Of course,” observed the counsel for the corporation, *‘ there is nothing wrong in competition itself. To head off Jack, I will say quickly that competition is the act of competing; that is, struggling with some one else for something both want. In this case Mr. Reynolds and our company are competing for the same business. Competition, as I have just said, is not a bad thing; on the contrary it is often a very good thing; but in this case it is, I feel, unfair competition because Mr. Reynolds is working under a handicap which we haven’t. He has to sup- port himself and his family. But it is unfair for another reason and that is this: your tomatoes are better than his because you can deliver them fresh picked while his come from the market and are perhaps two or three days old. Moreover, you have set out a particularly fine variety of tomato, while he has to take what the market gardeners give him, and they usually set out the kind of plants that will produce the greatest number of tomatoes and not the finest ones. Naturally people prefer yours.” It certainly was a difficult question and the directors argued over it for a long time without finding any way out. “All right, [ll call on Mr. Reynolds to-morrow,” Rob promised, ‘“‘and see what he says.” When Rob walked in the next day, Mr. Reynolds, a worried looking man with a bald head, was just opening a crate. “Say, look here,’ he demanded, wiping his hands on his apron, “how long are you children going to keep up this non- sense?” “What nonsense?” queried Rob mildly, although he boiled with indignation at the word “children.” ““What’s the fat idea of trying to put me out of business with this monkey-doodle game of selling tomatoes? At your age you ought to be playing marbles instead of playing busi- ness. Business is for men, not for boys. You’d better wait until you’re a little older and have a little more sense.” “What would you suggest, Mr. Reynolds?” asked Rob politely. “T’d suggest that I go and see your father to-night, and that’s what I’m going to do,” retorted the grocer, getting more and more angry. “Father will be glad to see you, I am sure, at eight this evening,” replied Rob, and came away. The Judge looked rather grave when this conversation was related to him, but said nothing. That evening, shortly after eight o’clock, the doorbell rang and Rob, who had been waiting for it, opened the door. ‘Father in?’’ demanded the greengrocer, bustling into the house. Without a word Rob hung up the grocer’s hat and coat and (Concluded on page 63)

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eR rr 20 S CHAPTER XVI VERYTHING was quiet when the little party re- turned to Cibola. The main army was just strag- gling in, with tales of hardship at which the advance guard only scoffed. The last comers really had fared'well on the worst lap of the journey, for some heavy showers had rendered the desert just south of Cibola much less formidable for the time. There followed a season of much bustling back and forth, with few adventures. The men sent to the great canyon came back, vowing that they had found a gap in the earth that was more than a mile deep, but had been unable to discover a route leading to the river at the bottom. Seen from the lowest point they reached, they said, the river looked six feet across, while the Indians declared that it was half a league wide. “And they have had no wine, either,”’ commented Pedro, skeptically. ‘’Tis a strange tale, and a strong one, but it may be true. I have seen some deep gorges myself, though never one that went down a mile. That stream must be the Firebrand River, that flows into the South Sea.” ‘What do you think of those stories of wild cattle to the eastward?” asked Peter. ‘True beyond a doubt. Did you not see the hide? There is one in Don Lope’s tent, he will let you look at it. Come.” He found D’Urrea, made his request, the tall knight consented at once. The Indians who brought it said it was the skin of a young animal, but it was large enough The horns were and to cover a two-year-old bull. there, short, curved, wicked looking blac! horns; sharp at the points, though rather rough and rusty at the base. The hair of the head and forward part of the body was long and shaggy, with an undercoat almost like wool. The long hair dark brown, the undercoat grayish, while the after part of the Vas body was much lighter in color. “It has been stretched out of shape, I think,” said Don Lope. “Ves,” said Pedro. mane like a lion!” “The general means to send a party east- ward soon to see if he can find the brutes,” *« Alvarado has asked for the command.” “Then I suppose there is no chance for me t said Pedro. Which proved to be correct; Pedro was not a favorite with He made some “Think of a cow with a said D’Urrea. go along,” \lvarado. The young man had plenty to do. more hunting trips, all of which were peaceful enough, since they did not encounter any more grizzlies, though twice they saw tracks of the creatures. He went with a party to explore some villages to the southeast, which had sent messengers to make peace with the strange white men, who carried the thunder and lightning in their hands, and rode man-eating Cibola, as has been said before, was one of the devil beasts. Zuni towns in what is now Arizona; these villages were in New Mexico, and the Spaniards grouped them under the name of the kingdom or province of Tiguex, a name given also to one of the princ ipal towns. While Pedro was marching to and fro, Peter, during the late fall and early winter, remained at Cibola; and dull enough he found it. He was given some clerical work to do, and did it very well, since he wrote a fair hand; but he missed his com- panion and the adventures of the trail. One day, a great snowstorm came down from the North. Fray Juan Padilla congratulated Peter on being in comfortable quarters, and Peter protested with evident disgust. He answered that he had not come on the expedition to stick around in a house while Pedro was out in the snow, and vowed that he was missing all the fun. He actually went out and tramped around in the snow as far as he was allowed to go, then came back and moped by the fire. Fray Juan appreciated his spunk, whatever he thought of his good sense, and cheered him. “Well, well, Pedrillo,” he said; ‘if you feel that way about it, you shall go to your companion as soon as the snow storm stops and the trails are clear. I doubt if he thanks me for sending you, but I confess your spirit appeals to me.” The storm was a heavy one. A scouting party of Spaniards, caught out on the plain, was actually buried under the snow during the night, but like Xenophon’s Greeks in Armenia, they were none the worse for it. Some weeks passed before Peter could ce part for the Tiguex towns. cold journey as well as a long one, but the boy Even then, it was a tood it well, and Pedro gave him a riotous welcome ‘As I feared,” he declared, when the first greetings were over You are growing, alway rrowing Two or three years more, and I shall be the little Pedro, nat you uest of Pedro’s weapon left its sheath like a flash of light By George L. Anapp IHustrated by Clinton Balmer realty ‘4 4 y - 7 * “‘Nonsense,”’ exclaimed Peter. ‘‘Has anything happened?” “Not lately, but I fear something will,” returned Pedro. “Why afraid?” asked Peter. “Because we have reached a pass where any happening means trouble,” said Pedro. “T hope it will not be so bad as that,’’ returned Peter, smiling. He looked his friend over more critically. “* You have new clothing,” he said. ““New clothes made out of some good pagan’s old ones,” returned Pedro. ‘‘ The original owner doubtless is cursing me by whatever those people use instead of bell, book and candle. This cloak, a pretty one, is it not, I paid for in some sort with trinkets, using therefore most of the few that were left me. The new shirt which you observe came from a collection made with no formality of payment; the general was forced to levy on the people here for something with which to clothe his men. These deerskin breeches were made to my measure out of hides contributed by the pagans of Cicuye. I prefer my others, but Fray Luis with great difficulty persuaded me to change. So long as I was on horseback, the others were all right, but when out of the saddle, I must confess they showed conspicuous openings.” “Has anything happened with you since I have been away?”’ asked Peter. ‘Nothing but what you know of, doubtless. The trouble is that things are getting ready to happen. Collecting these clothes, for instance; it had to be done, but not in the way it was done, angering everyone. Then—O, you have missed one thing, kinsman. Had you been here a few days ago, you might have heard the finest set of lies ever uttered by mortal tongue.” “How was that?” “The Turk. Santa Maria, I forget that you have been back at Granada. You know that Alvarado was sent east to explore the country, and especially to lodk for those shaggy cows whose pictures puzzled us so much. Well, he came through here, where we are standing, but up at Cicuye, he found a slave, from one of the tribes of pagans to the eastward. We call him the Turk.” “Does he look like one?” “A little, perchance. Iam ready to make oath by all the saints that he lies like one. His account of his country to the east would be tall tales if told of Peru. wide, with fish in them bigger than horses, ide and the lord of Rivers two leagues and boat with twenty Oursmen on a the land sittine BOYS’ LIFE under a canopy and lulled to sleep by the tinkling of golden bells. I cannot think why the brown son of Ananias did not have the fish pulling the boat instead of making the poor oarsmen work. It would have made a better tale, and éust as likely a one.” “But, Pedro,” said Fray Luis, mildly. “If anyone had told us the true story of Mexico and Peru before the facts were known, we might have said those tales were false, too.’’ “True, Fray Luis, but because some tall tales be true, one need not believe every liar who wanders about getting good treatment on the strength of his inventions. For, mark you, I measured those tales. They began little and ended big. The fish-grew at least a foot a day while Don Garcia was questioning him, and the boat expanded in the same proportion. Tis well they stopped asking questions, else by now the river had stretched from the North Sea to the mountains we have crossed, and we should be struggling in the waters.” “Listen—they are back,” Peter. Indeed, the sounds that came up from below advertised the fact that some soldiers had returned from an absence. Pedro led the way to the edge of the mesa, the others following. A party was coming up the path. Two soldiers led the way, behind them came an old Indian, naked save for a loin cloth. His wrists were fastened together behind him with clumsy handcuffs, and a rope was around his neck. Behind him came a younger, taller Indian the far famed “ Bigotes,”’ or ‘“‘ Whiskers,” so-called because of his strong mustache. Around his neck was the other end of the rope that bound the old man in front, and his hands, too, were ironed behind him. After the two captives came more soldiers, then Alvarado, who con- trived, after all the hardships of the long campaign, still to look smart and sleek, and who smirked now in satisfaction at the surprise in the faces of the garrison. “Didn’t expect to see me bring back the notables, did you?” he said, speaking to Fray Luis but intending all to hear. ‘‘The scoundrels lied. They swore they had taken nothing from our friend, the Turk, and did not know what we meant. So, when reason failed to move them, I just ironed this pair, and brought them along.” exclaimed BIN ETER heard the boastful remark, and looked carefully at the “Turk.” This man wasan Indian, plainly of a different stock from the village brown men to whom the lad had grown accus- tomed. He was taller than they, his face was cruel, his head was shaved save for the “scalp lock’? which Peter had heard of before, but now saw for the first time. Looking from this man to the two prisoned Tiguex natives in front, it seemed impossible to Peter that anyone should doubt who was doing The handcuffed men were gentlemen; this fellow The boy was roused by Pedro pulling the lying. Was a rowdy. at his sleeve. “Come,” he said. “Iam going to my captain about this.” They walked across to the tent of D’Urrea. He was out, but they waited, standing before the entrance. In a few moments, the tall knight came quickly toward them, and Peter could see that his face was clouded. , Ah, my two Pedros,” he said. “I am always glad to see you. Come in, though I have but poor hospitality to offer.’ “My captain,” said Pedro, abruptly, “have you seen what has happened? “You mean—?”’ A nod toward the place where the soldiers were clustered around Alvarado and his captives finished the sentence. “Yes. Why?” ‘Because, my captain, the Turk is a liar. I listened while the interpreters got from him the wild yarns which have ex- cited our men so. I do not understand their tongue, but it was easy to understand their faces. The story was built up, step by step. The fellow did not know what gold was till the interpreter pointed it out to him. He used the same word for our swords. Each story he told was bigger than the last one. He was lying then to win favor, and when he said he had been robbed, he was lying to satisfy his spite. Unless those men are released with apologies, we shall have the whole country on our necks.” “Pedro,” said Don Lope, and a smile crossed his worried face, “you have done a very rash thing. You have seen and told the truth in a company where everyone believes a false hood. Iam sorry, my boy, [shall intercede with all my might with the general, but unless he gives an ear, I can do nothing more. Don Lope rode away to the general’s camp that afternoon He did not return, nor was there any evidence that his plea had met with faver. On the contrary, word arrived the nest A pi il

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FOR ALL BOYS ° day that thirty men, under Alvarado, should take a large band of horses and mules to a village some distance away, near which there was good pasture. Morales was one of the party, and Pedro another. The boy growled as he went about obeying the order. “Tf they have heard of our arrest of those chiefs,” he said, “they will be in a fine humor toward us.” “No help for it, friend,” returned Sebastian. ‘The cold weather is worrying me much more than the temper of the pagans.” It was cold; a dry, bracing chill very different from the damp rawness of a moist climate, but calling for good covering at night. The horses and mules were brought together, and a day was consumed in the march. The Spaniards did not enter the village, but pitched their camp some little distance away, on a plain, and divided into watches or details, two white soldiers going each day to guard and supervise the Mexicans who were herding the horses and mules. The Indians, as Pedro had expected, were not in a very good frame of mind toward the intruding whites. “This village is different from the others,” remarked Pedro, after a critical study of it. “How so?’’ asked Peter. To him they all looked much the same. This one was built on a cliff, like the rest, with part of the mesa left bare for a plaza, and the houses rising tier on tier back of it. Pedro pointed to the right. “See that stockade?”’ he said. ‘‘There was a little ravine, you see, between the cliff the village stands on, and that much lower one to the east. They have made that ravine into a regular corral by their stockade. I wonder why; they keep no animals.” “Probably for a storehouse, so that they will not have to carry all their supplies up those ladders,”’ said another soldier, known as the alderman of Seville. They walked back to the camp. As they entered it, Morales passed them,on horseback, riding at the trot. He sprang down, gave his horse to a Mexican, and hastened into his tent. “The noble adventurer from Peru seems to be in a hurry,” remarked Pedro. “If he would only keep on going long enough, I could find it in my heart to love him.”’ The friends walked about the camp, chatting with other soldiers or resting as the humor took them. Two or three Indians presented themselves, and were taken to Alvarado’s tent, with Wiki to act as interpreter. In a few moments, the bugle blew, and the troop was ordered to mount and ride out toward the village. They obeyed, halting on the plain close 1924 to the foot of the cliff. Another order dismounted them and brought them forward in line, with Indians left to hold the horses. Alvarado rode forward, by his side a stalwart, angry looking Tndian. “This Indian says that a white man insulted and struck his wife,” said the sergeant. “If he can identify the man, that man will be punished.” “By the ten finger bones!” exclaimed Pedro, then stopped suddenly, while his lips set in a grim line. For some reason that he could not fathom, the lad looked at Morales, and what he saw made him gasp. The Indian, righteous wrath showing clearly under the habitual calm of his countenance, passed down the line. He stopped in front of Morales for a long moment, then passed on, came back to Morales for another look, turned away and spoke. The interpreter translated and the sergeant called out the news. “He says that he cannot be sure of the man, though he thinks he has found him. He says that he took particular notice of the horse, and wants to see our horses.” Even at the distance of thirty feet that separated them, Peter could see a change pass over Morales’s face. It was gone in a moment, but the lad knew he was not mistaken. The Indian was taken to the horses. He walked down the line with the same painstaking air that he had looked over the men, and suddenly stepped forward and laid his hand on a bay horse, with a little white spot showing on the shoulder. “‘Morales’s horse!” exclaimed two or three of the men. The translation went on, and the sergeant spoke. “He says this is the horse. The man who rides this horse must be the guilty man.” “Why can’t he pick out the man?” demanded Alvarado. “Surely, the horse didn’t hurt anybody.” “He says,” the interpreter translated, “that the man has changed his clothes, nevertheless, he thinks he can identify him. If the man he points out is not the owner of this horse, he is willing to drop the complaint.” As the interpreter finished, the Indian walked swiftly for- ward and touched Morales on the chest. The swarthy soldier from Peru blanched and drew back with a scowl. “The pagan liar!” he exclaimed, but got no farther. Al- varado’s voice ended the discussion. “He did not identify the man until there was time to get word from these other pagans as to the owner of the horse. Tell him to go back. We don’t believe his story. The muster is dismissed.” The men dropped out of line, looking at each other as if 21 they could not believe their ears. Not one of them had the slightest doubt that the Indian was telling the truth. A few congratulated Morales, for in a little expedition like this, hemmed in by immeasurably superior numbers of an alien people, the tie of race is strong. More drew away from the fellow, though wondering at his manifest influence with the captain. Pedro belonged to neither party. He walked straight up to the man from Peru. “Senor Morales,” he said. “It isin my mind that I saw you changing your cloak just before muster.” “What if you did?” returned Morales. “And you do not wear the green and white stone which you got in Peru, and of which you are so proud.” “ Again, what of it?” returned Morales, roughly. “Why, this of it,” said Pedro, smoothly. “I am wondering whether to rid Spain of a disgrace by killing you where you stand, or to wait till the expedition is over. Ah——” Morales was rather famous in the expedition for the speed with which he could draw sword or dagger. He snatched at his sword as Pedro spoke, but quickly as he moved, the lithe youth was before him. Pedro’s weapon left its sheath like a flash of light, and its point was at Morales’s throat before the rufhian’s blade was clear of the scabbard. The younger man spoke again. “Another error of mine, I perceive. Being in all ways totally unlike yourself, I cannot kill an unarmed man, and my foolish action has prevented the chance of a duel. But when the trip is over, Senor Morales, I shall expect you to teach me that gift of sword play.” He sheathed his sword and walked away without a back- ward glance. CHAPTER XV HE musical bugle call to noon meat floated across the prairie to them as Pedro strode away, and the troop mounted and rode back to,camp. There, they gave over their horses to the Indian servants, and hastened to eat. Pedro, in a black rage, said not a word, and Peter judged it best not to chatter, but Sebastian had no such discretion. He brought his bowl of victuals and sat down on the ground beside the angry youth. “By your own favorite ten finger bones, Pedro,” he said, “you are a glutton for trouble.” “T have heard that honor and trouble have a habit of going together,” retorted Pedro, stiffly. “Maybe so, maybe so,” re- turned the older soldier, unmoved. “But if honor is the game you want, why make a special task of stalking trouble?” Pedro only grunted in reply, and Sebastian went on: “Tf I were captain, Pedro, Senor Morales would be tasting the cat at this moment, instead of gorging (Continued on page 55) As they neared their swords flashed out and the Indians did not give back quickly enough to escape unscathed

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‘Trainin o OW that the Olympic Games are scheduled at Paris this year, youth is looking forward to the event with great anticipation. America has been the leader of the world in track and field athletics since the revival of the ancient games. A great many readers will believe that all the world’s great athletes have some carefully guarded secret pertaining to their training. Foreigners are very firm in this belief. While abroad, I had an odd experience with a group of scientists who wished to find the “‘secret”’ of American athletes. They photographed me so that my actions could be shown in slow motion moving pictures. I was given a thorough physical examination before and after races, and blood tests were taken also. Notes were taken on diet. No great dis- covery was made except that my body was in perfect physical condition and that my stride was longer than that of any other middle distance runner in the world. Foreigners accuse American athletes of being specialists in sport, which is untrue. Nearly all of our great track and field stars are all-around athletes. A boy who starts to train especially for some particular track or field event will make a serious mistake. Schoolboys who specialize may become phenomenal in scholastic circles, but they will rarely ever become serious contenders for inter-collegiate or national championship honors. I have known teachers and others, seeking a reputation as coaches, to drive high-school boys into the “ground”’ in their efforts to smash scholastic records. The so-called “secret” of athletics is simply this: clean living, no tobacco, nine hours of sleep daily, plain foods, living in the outdoors as much as possible, careful training and a good sound robust body. \ college coach does not look for schoolboy “phenoms”’ who are undeveloped and overtrained because they will soon “burn” out. A well-built, clean living boy, who is not over- trained and who can perform moderately in track and field athletics is more desirable. Such a boy will be able to stand the siege of hard training. Before you start training seriously for track and field ath letics, be sure that you are advised by « competent coach one who has been a champion and who understands athletics thoroughly. I would advise schoolboys of grammar and preparatory schools to go in for all sports at different seasons and to train a great deal in the gymnasium. Of course, it would be in- advisable to train for more than one branch of sport at a time. For instance: If a track meet of importance is approaching, drop other sports for a period of six weeks before the scheduled meet and train carefully for the event which you wish to enter. After the meet, forget about training for a couple of weeks and goin for gymnasium or other work. ‘Training for more than one branch of athletics at the BOYS’ LIFE >No dh lungs is very important. A college coach will often make his freshmen members of the trackmen team work for a whole year in gymnasium and exercise so they will be physically fit for hard training during the three years to follow. The man who assists a growing boy to make weight for schoolboy events should be jailed. Reducing weight is a foolish and costly practice for a schoolboy. This may be advisable for a college athlete who carries superfluous weight, but never for a very young boy. One’s health is far more valu- able than all the honor and glory that can be derived in scholastic athletics. HREE days a week of training is plenty. A two-mile walk every day is very bene- ficial, preferably before breakfast. Never train directly after meals—wait two or three hours. Have a physician examine you thor- oughly every six months. Give up athletics if doctors advise it. Get the opinion of several if you can. Strive for supple muscles and never abuse them. If your training leaves your muscles stiff and painful, rest up until the soreness leaves. Start easily and increase your work only when you are sure that your muscles can stand it. Massage before competition is a very great aid. Be sure that you have A masseur who does not know his business If possible, an expert masseur. is almost as injurious as an incompetent coach. be massaged lightly before and after training. Warm up always before training and competition. Pulled tendons and badly bruised muscles are very often caused by failure to observe this rule. On cool or cold days always keep covered up with a bathrobe as much as possible. Cold and dampness will stiffen your muscles. Remember that cold- ness will contract steel, and that heat will expand steel, and the same happens to your muscles. Rest up at least two days prior to competition. Do abso- lutely no training except for five minutes of daily setting-up exercises and a short walk. tat all you need of good wholesome food and drink plenty of water between meals. Some of the best athletes are vege- tarians. Eat sparingly of meat once a day. I would not advise a vegetable diet unless you have been brought up tc it. Kat a light meal at least two hours before competition. I would suggest two fresh soft boiled eggs with toast and tea. Do not drink water within four hours of competition. Avoid grease as much as possible in your daily diet. Ice cream and sweets are all right in their place—after meals. Don’t overindulge in sweets. Always eat foods that can be digested easily. Middle distance and distance running is the most gruelling of all athletics—with the possible excep- same time will not work. It is too ———= strenuous and wil! soon sap the strength of growing boys. In baseball, football, basket- ball, swimming, calisthenics, and other athletics, you can develop your heart and lungs and the muscles of your body. When you have matured with a good strong body, it will be time enough to “specialize”—as our foreign brothers call it. I would not ad- vise any boy to train strenuously for track events until after his seventeenth or eighteenth birth day. Development of the chest and great Ted Meredith shortly after a successful which eclipsed the record held by Mel Sheppard. The former great athlete is now employed as physical director at the U. S. Veterans’ Bureau Vocational School, in Texas. Previous to this Baker was director of athletics during the war and later was athletic director in the Panama Canal Zone. Council Boy Scouts of America. ““Ted’’ Meredith, Dave Caldwell, Tom Halpin, Hans: Braun, A. other world-famous stars in the United States and abroad. Baker also has the distinction of running the fastest 660 yards on record when he defeated the European tour in 1914. Time was | :201% seconds, G. Hill and He is also a member of the Canal Zone tion of rowing. First develop your body and be in condition to race and you will Homer Baker, Middle- Distance Champion suffer no injurious effects after hard races. ; : rye . In the final spurt always remember that HE writer of this article is Homer Baker, former New York | Athletic Club‘ the other fellow is just as tired as you star, who won international, American and metropolitan middle distance and perhaps more so. Don't quit under running championships. Homer Baker has defeated the greatest middle ne didiitinninesn: dines alten ate Geet distance runners in the world, including “Peerless’’ Mel Shep pard, Able Kiviat, any . . in the very last stride. Nervousness before competition will not seriously impair your effectiveness after the event begins. In training for any event, do not make your greatest efforts in practice each day. Take a test about once in every ten days. The main thing to strive for in training, is ease and _ graceful action. HE Isthmus of Panama was hot, unhealthful and isolated. To dig the Panama Canal was a stag- gering job. The disappointments and unforeseen obstacles were enough to have defeated any enter- prise, but a great leader who understood the power of enthu- siasm among men took hold and engineered men as well as machinery. It was a song that built the Panama Canal, an enthusiastic song that workmen sang everywhere with vim and punch and the chorus of it ran something like this— “Got any rivers they say are uncrossable? Got any mountains you can’t tunnel through? We make a specialty of the impossible, Got any job that you want us to do?” An army of men saturated with that spirit of enthusiasm could do anything—so can an individual boy! But, of course, energy and enthusiasm must be backed up every minute by absolute reliability. Without that it is merely “hot-air.” Some folks think “hot-air” is a certain By Frank H. Cheley sign of leadership, but they are mistaken. It is absolute re- liability that makes enthusiasm a burning power.” Probably more men have risen to places of great leadership through this one character quality than any other single one—the man you can always bank on, through thick and thin, regardless of circumstances—absolute reliability is just leadership spelled a different way. Not so long ago, we were going to hire a boy and we finally got the applicants down to eight; every one of these boys had splendid general recommendations and each one in addition had some one special thing in his favor. How was the boy we wanted to be selected? Should we draw straws? That seemed hardly fair, so the recommendations of those eight boys were all carefully read again. It was an important job. We dared not make a mistake; the best would be none too mthusiastic good and then we came to a recommendation which had this simple postscript. “Just one more thing about Calvin. If he says he’ll do a thing he’ll do it or die in the attempt.” Calvin got the job. That absolute reliability was worth a lot of other qualities all put together. If you say that you will be at such and such a place at such and such a time, be there. If you say you will do so and so, do it to the letter and a little bit more. Josh Billings says that, “Excuses never get you anywhere with strangers and there is no use of explaining your friends because they know better.” You either do or you don’t, and that is all there is to it. Chief Big Feather’s Blankets The Youth’s Companion once printed a splendid story of a boy that illustrates this point exactly. Jacob Hamlin lived in southern Utah fifty years ago and was noted among the Indians for his absolute reliability. 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his ole for be ies lu- an FOR ALL BOYS - First Prize Awarded to Ass’t. Scoutmaster J. O. Yates for his photo ‘‘Cooling Off” Rules for Photographic Contest will be found on page 54 READY FOR THE HIKE Allen E. B a tion, Colo. STALACTITES, STALAGMITES AND SCOUTS ws comers coc gage Thomas D. White, Roswell, N. M. : ie i tig AN OLD TIME WAR CANOE Richard McCarthy, Madelia, Minn. INDIAN FOXTROT Sidney G. Fossum, Aberdeen, S. D. ee is - A PELICAN PICNIC QUACK, QUACK, QUACK! MRS. COOPER HAWK AT HOME William Hornbeak, Fort Worth, Texas Scout H. O. Hockett, St. Petersburg, Fla. Arthur C. McIntosh, Rapid City, S. D. = COOLING OFF THE BIG SPILL Ass’t. Scoutmaster J. O. Yates, Green River, Wyo. Scout Fred Drauer, St. Louis, Mo. 1924

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ee ee ee — How to HE great problem which faces us in the con struction of anything to-day is the question of material, but a good scout and a good wood crafter must learn to use the material at hand. My old friend, the late Andrew J. Stone, way up in the far north where there are no trees, only shrubs, made himself the frame of a canoe by binding willow’ wands together and then tying on this frame a cover of water- proof cloth, which Colonel David Abercrombie had given him, to protect his specimens on his collecting trips. With this hastily constructed canoe he crussed a turbulent glacier stream. The boat was loaded with the skins and heads of mountain sheep, guns and am- munition, himself and a couple of Indians, but he made the crossing safely! In the Ohio and Mississippi valleys the Indians used canoes hollowed out of logs, in spite of the fact that our modern illustrators almost invariably insist upon representing them paddling birch bark canoes, a type which many of them had never seen. I have already told you how to make a dug-out canoe, but now we are to build a canvas one. In order to build the boat and hold it firm and steady while so doing, lay a temporary support for the false keel. ‘Whis may be a 2 x 4 piece of timber or any piece of timber that is stiff enough for the purpose; fasten this to a couple of wooden horses as in Fig. 11. This temporary keel support must be a trifle longer than the keel of the canoe will be, but not shorter; for instance let it be 3 inches wide, and 1 inch thick, if you wish, but these dimensions are not important as this is not part of the boat itself. To this base fasten a temporary keel for the canoe. After the canoe is molded the temporary keel may be removed. Molds You will need several molds for shaping the craft—they may be fashioned from the odds and ends of boards—the middle mold (Figs. 6 and 7) and the two end molds (Figs. 8 and 8A). They are not permanent parts of the canoe and are removed after the canoe is framed. See also Fig. 15. Dot-lines show bow and stern of 16-foot canoe. By Dan Beard Illustrated by the Author Bow and Stern Pieces The Indians used a piece of cédar nearly 3 feet long, 114 inches wide, and 14 inch thick, and split it into four or five sections for about 30 inches, so that it might the more readily be bent, leaving the end unsplit (Fig. 9). If you have no other material you can use barrel hoops and bend them by putting them into boiling water or pouring boiling water upon them and then lashing several of them together with copper wire. Or you can be still more crude and use the heads of barrels as shown in Fig.-10. Or you may take straight-grained green elm, a piece a trifle less than 3 feet long, 144 inches wide, and 1 inch thick, and bend it by fastening pieces of wire to each end as you would string a bow, with a double string, then make a tourniquet by putting a stick between the wires and twisting it until Pe) BOYS’ LIFE the tension of the twisted wire (Figs. 9 and 11) bends the elm. Remember that boiling water will always soften the wood so that it will bend more or less readily. Leave the stick and the twisted wire on unti! the wood is dry. Ribs Our canoe must have from 40to 5oribs. These ribs should be split from the heart of a white cedar log, split with their flat sides (Fig. 1) parallel to the bark or outside of the billet of the wood. Otherwise the ribs will be weak and liable to break when you try to bend them. The ribs will bend more readily with the heart side’ (Fig. 3A) for the inside of the rib. You may discard or throw away the sapwood and the slabs, as they are unfit for our’ purpose. Each ribis 14 inches thick and the breadth of your hand. The middle rib may be four inches wide. If the white cedar is unob- tainable, elmwood will answer, and it may usually be procured at an old fashioned blacksmith or wagon shop, if such exists in your neighborhood; or you may use hickory for the ribs. Whatever you use, let it be green wood and used before it has time to season. The ribs may be softened by putting them in boiling water or pour- ing boiling water upon them. When you bend them bend them in pairs, two at a time, and hold them in their proper form with a strong piece of drilling or canvas tied around them as shown in Fig. 4. I have seen a serviceable canoe made with barrel hoops for ribs, but the craft, while light and usable, lacked the snappy, elegant appearance which we love to see in a canvas canoe. The ribs (Fig. 2) are made from the staves (Figs. 3 and 3A) which have been split from the heart of the billet of greenwood. They are whittled down by hand and smoothed with a knife to the shape and form of the diagram (Fig. 2). They are very im- portant in shaping the canoe. The curve of the ribs determines the depth and stability of the boat. Gunwales For gunwales (Fig. 13) use long strips that may be procured (Concluded on Page 42) April 4 3 Sami > Nate bee

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_ =~ ew ee hlUhi cap Rigen (PERE S sen tte Ree Bontr a hot os Be SA ORRIN pis sep yl gee’ FOR ALL BOYS 25 ane DROWNING BOY FAR GONE, BUT SCOUT SAVES HIM Glenn Acton Case of Troop 30,. Des Moines, Iowa, showed a true scout’s bravery by saving a friend from arown- ing and thereby won the Silver Medal for Heroism. Scout Case and several boys were swimming when cries of distress were heard from one of the boys who was a poor swimmer and was beyond his depth. Although somewhat tired from consider- able swimming, Scout Case went to the rescue. The other boy had sunk below the surface and Case dived forhim. With great effort he got back to the surface with the other boy, who was now un- conscious. It required even greater effort to tow the limp form to shore. By means of artificial respiration the boy was soon revived. THE HEROES OF TO-DAY The Remington Agms Remington Award fer Heroism—a Scout Knife with shield en- graved as above — to each winner of the Heroism Medal. Company present they SCOUT GLENN ACTON CASE Troop 30, Des Moines, lowa Here’s a Knif¢ that’s. Worthy of the Wp-afd-Doing Scout Model 24 Autoloading Rifle Chambered for either regular .22 Short or .22 Long Rifle artridges (not interchangeable) Write for circular OYS were quick t@sense the fact that Remington Knivegjare real tqpls. Made up to the standard of qu@ity that a fellow has a right to expect in a Enife. Keen cutting, strongg lasting Znives. All the century and more af Reminggon’s devel- opment in the hardegjing, tengbering and working of steel goes igto each Plade. Just look at the Remi§gton “@fficial Knife —Boy Scouts of Ameria”. It’s not any ordinary kpife —it$ a real knife for a real scout on a r@@l job gf work. An all-purpose tool fog camp@life—strong, keen master blade that @oes afman’s work, can opener, bottle openefy scregv -driver and a handy punch blade. 7% All the way through if§ agixemington— Remington, THE AUTHORITY in FIRE ARMS, AMMUNITION And CUTLERY Also Makers of Remington Cash Registers made to the Remington standards of mechan- ical precision—and made of Remington Steel. Remington Rifles Put More Fun Into Camp Life There’s always the thrill of improving marks- manship through target practice. Good sport for everybody— and a Merit Badge when you're proficient. Finding character in merchandise is as important as finding it in people. Remington understands that—and that’s why Remington is so highly appreciated. Remington Arms Co., Inc., New York City Established 1816 RS 3333 Remington ‘Official Knife — Boy Scouts of America” | LOOK FOR ANOTHER HERO NEXT MONTH 1924

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nen ee Nature’s Ro No. 2—The G This is what this our beautiful so: well as poultry. the tracks he 1 digested refuse mouth. Keep t to help you run The nd@w Stevens Junior for Nature’s criminals Think of it—@n honest-to-goodness Steveng, for $§.50!—with a barrel Stevgns way—to less than of an inch in accu- hy Stevens rifles shoot es’ Gallery at Horned Owl ight prowler does to and game birds as ou can spot him by ves or by the un- e ejects from his picture and use it is criminal down. st@y accurate too! Jus p older boys or long they’ve Ad ou’ll find theyre er game with it @#ery season l—you can afford a Stevens—@it Mow’t break youfto buy one. $4.5 fhe Junior, $9.75 for the “‘ Favogit and all tliroughout the Stevens he samefow prices, strength and ( racy. Ask at yo ealeg us today for if S or write ng catalog. J. STEVENS AR COMPANY Dept. 557 Chicopee I Falls, Mi Owned and operated by| Savage Arms Corporatia Stevens Junior— 20-inch round bar- rel—blued finish— military stock — shoots C. B. Caps, .22 short, long, or long rifle. Weight 2% Ibs. For only $4.50. Stevens “‘Favorite’’ — 24 in. take-down. Shoots .22 short, long, or long rifle. Also made in .25 and .32 cal.—A favorite for three generations. Price $9.75. evens , ro S\¢ Arr per fru NE tee Once a Scout Always a Scout 1. If a boy drops out of the Boy Scouts for good is he still a scout? 2. What was the value of a German mark in the United States before the World War and after? 3. Since Tokio was destroyed what is the third largest city in the world? 4. Is there a free U. S. Naval School for summer months? 5. How many scouts are there in New York City and London?—GEorGcE W. KINGsTON. 1. Our slogan is “Once a scout always a scout.” Once you take the Oath, the obligation does not lapse by time; all your life you must live up to it and obey the Scout Law. The German mark before the war was worth about 25 cents. It is difficult to com- pute its worth now, as the value sometimes changes a thousand per cent. in one day. At | the present writing for one good American | dollar you can buy one billion, eight hundred | million German marks, because the Govern- ment has issued so much paper money, worth no more than the stuff it is made of. | 3. Tokio with its former population of five | million is still the third largest city in the world. Berlin is the next, with over three million. Although many thousands of people were killed they did not total the two million difference. 4. No schools are maintained by the Navy Department to which Boy Scouts would be eligible.. The only special schools maintained at present are what are known as trade schools which are operated only for the training of ‘men regularly enlisted in the Navy. There isa # school at Culver, Ind., known as the Culver Summer Naval School, which is operated under the same management as the Culver Military | Academy. This school opens during the early part of July and ends the latter part of August. The cost for the term is about $265. If desired, free particulars may be obtained from the Superintendent of Culver Summer Naval School, Culver, Indiana. 5. I have no scout figures for London. There were 324,700 scouts in the British Em- pire. At present writing there are Boy Scouts in New York City 6,392, in Greater New York, including all five boroughs, 20,668. Braiding a Lasso AM trying to make a lasso to use in the woods near by where I live. I now have four strands to make it with but don’t know how to make it. If you know how to braid with four separate strands I would like to have you tell me.—WILLIAM HIckMAN. The following diagram shows how to braid > four strands. D A In plaiting four-strand lariat the method of pro- cedure is to have two of the B strands follow one course spirally —say from left to right—and ‘the other two A strands to follow from right c t left. For practice purposes it B is best to have the strands colored as shown in the sketch, two of similar color to continue spiralling in the —A same direction. As these Dey» strands plait they meet the ¢ «= Bother two spiralling strands and these they must be made to cross alternately overand under. The sketch shows the procedure in rather an open way but the plaitings must be made close. Four separate strands or two long single B strands laid double may be used. In either event the end of the lariat from which you plait should be fastened to or around some supporting object. The Wild Bees HERE are a lot of wild bees that come around our flowers. If I bought a queen bee and put her in a hive, would the other bees come to the hive? If so, please tell me where to get a queen bee and about how much it would cost?-—Paut LAMBERT. A study of bees is most interesting and profit- able, and I wish that more scouts would take up the subject. Aine ly _Beard i722 L-!) Si Es SS I am sorry to say that the wild bees would have nothing to do with your queen. Only domestic bees would feed her and treat her as she deserves. The price of a queen depends upon the quality. Some cost $1.15 and others as much as $3.00. Two pounds of bees cost about $6.00. The hive is the most expensive Scout Exchange Silver Foxes—Scout Lyle Shields, Morris, N. Y., wants to hear from Silver Fox Patrols. Stamps and a Paper—Please put in the “Scout Exchange that I have stamps to trade. I also edit a paper entitled S.0.S., of which I enclose a copy for your approval. I agree with Scout Jack Tarlo on anonymous letters —John Jacob Weber, 8822 No. 30 St., Omaha, Nebr. Thank you, Scout. A Good Troop Paper—Our troop has started a troop paper, which we will endeavor to pub- lish monthly. I am enclosing copies of the first two issues and would be glad to exchange papers with other editors. I will also send them to other scouts upon request to my address. A. Milton Brown, 51 St. Nicholas Ave., New York, N. Y. Kangaroos—I would like to get in touch with other Kangaroo patrol leaders.—Roland Ek- strom, 303 Main St., Nashua, N. H A Nature Study Club—I would like to know of boys who collect stones, shells, butterflies, ferns and wild flowers and who would like to exchange them for specimens from this locality. We have all these mentioned and other articles on hand and will be willing to exchange or sell, but would prefer exchanging. In our wild flower collection we have nearly 250 (or possi- bly more) different specimens. There must be scouts who have natural history as their hobby too, as well as we do. We also have photo- graphs and one member of our club—* Nature Study Club”—has a permit to collect eggs. He also is a taxidermist, and puts up scientific specimens. I “ring in” on the club through photography and flowers.—Scout Don Atkins, 203 Margaret St., Plattsburgh, N. Y. This sounds like a most interesting and scout- like club. I congratulate you, and urge scouts to get in touch with you to exchange specimens. I should be glad to hear of other clubs of this sort, but go slow on collecting rare wild flowers; there is already grave danger of exterminating them. No scout should collect birds’ eggs. All museums have them for study, and bird books have cuts of them. I don’t believe in nest-robbing. Wolf Patrols—Everette Martin, Patrol Leader, Wolf Patrol, Kirbyville, Texas, Box 121, wants to exchange ideas with other wolf patrol leaders. outlay, unless you can make one yourself. You can get a special beginner’s outfit consist- ing of a good queen, 10,000 bees and a single wall hive for $16 or $17. In case this price seems high, remember that by the end of the summer you will have 50,000 to 60,000 bees, and pounds of good salable honey. Remember also that it costs nothing to feed the bees. Get the bee-keeping merit badge pamphlet from our supply department for 15¢c. The A. I. Root Co., 23 Leonard St., New York City, are reliable dealers. Send for their interesting free catalogue. They have branch offices all over the country. Animals and Birds 1. How can a fellow get into the Biological Survey? 2. What training is necessary and which colleges give the best training in this line? 3. What books are the best on North Ameri- can mammals and birds? 4. Where can Spanish Yew be obtained?— J. Cummincs, Brigham, Utah. 1. All applicants for the Biological Survey must take a civil service examination. Only experts are appointed. However, perhaps one who is not an expert might get permission to go as an assistant on a field trip. For particulars write the Biological Survey, Dept. of Agricul- ture, Washington, D. C 2. Certainly a B.S. degree would be re- quired and probably a higher one. The Uni- versity of Chicago gives a fine course, In the east, Columbia, Yale, Harvard and Princeton BOYS’ LIFE So does the all give splendid Biology courses. University of Pennsylvania and many State universities near your home. Consult the Biological Survey on this point. 3. “The American Natural History,” by W. T. Hornaday, published by Scribner’s. Many books by John Burroughs. “Birds of North America,’’ by Frank Chapman, “ Ameri- can Birds,” by William L. Finley (chiefly western). 4. Troop 3, Drawer 16, Hoquiam, Wash. Tracking in Buckskins Hows much will a pair of buckskin breeches cost? Where can I obtain information on tracking? —ANDREW McLEop. 1. Buckskin breeches will cost any old price; if you can get the buckskin then it will only cost the price of the making. Why not get sheepskin from our Supply Department? It is much cheaper. 2. Write for the merit badge pamphlet on Tracking, Boy Scouts of America, 200 Fifth Ave., New York City. I am glad to hear _ so ee a first-class scout. Robin Hood 1. Was Robin Hood a fairy tale or true man? 2. Where may I obtain an English crossbow? 3. Will you tell me the name of a good wood to make a bow out of and where I can obtain it?-—HAROLD WAsSON. 1. Both; that is, there was such an outlaw, but to-day it is practically impossible to tell how much is true and how much is legend. 2. They are only to be found in museums; the one that I had cost over a hundred dollars. 3. Write to Troop 3, Drawer 16, Hoquam, Washington for yew, or to L. I. Stemmler, 9415, 215th St., Queens, New York for lemonwood. Can You Help? I WROTE to a company of Boy Scouts in Scranton, Pa., for arrowheads, old stamps, and old coins but they told me to write to Boys’ Lire, so I am writing to see if you have any to give to our Boy Scout Exchange.— WALTER J. MITCHELL, 39 West Wooster St., Danbury, Conn. I gave my collection of such things to a Public School sometime ago. Perhaps some troop will exchange with you. I have found a lot of arrowheads near Danbury. Have an arrowhead hike. Fire and Mice CAN you tell me where I may get some good flint and cedar bark? I am specializing in fire with flint and steel —VINCENT McFappEN. Get a mouse nest; you will find that they are made of good fine grasses, good for tinder. Any sort of stone that will strike fire when you hit it with a piece of steel will answer for flint. Most quartz rocks are good for this purpose; no soft stone will do. " Stamp Collecting 1. Is there any money for anyone collecting stamps? 2. What’s the reason for people collecting stamps? 3. What shall I do with the stamps after I get them?—JAmes Lonc. 1. Not unless you make a careful and valu- able collection. It is up to you. A hobby. 3. Don’t collect them unless you are in- terested in them; if you are, find out the history of every stamp you collect. Keep them in envelopes numbered and labeled, or keep them in books; stamp albums can be purchased at a stationery store and stamp companies. Lo, the Poor Indian 1. What are the different articles of an Indian’s war dress and how may they be made? 2. How may an Indian tomahawk be made? 3. Where may I obtain a good lariat?— Wiriram W. ADAms. 1. The Indian wore very little when fight- ing. Most of his uniform was made by nature. A few feathers and paint finished it off. 2. Out of a pebble or smooth stone about the size of a hatchet. Handle lashed on with raw- hide. 3. Make your own lariat out of a piece of rope. Don’t buy anything that you can make. A pril ome a OE

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Roping Lions in the XIII STRANGE procession soen emerged from Left Canyon and stranger to us than the lion heads bobbing out of the alfagoes was the sight of Navvy riding in front of the lions. I kept well in the rear, for if anything happened, which I calculated was more than likely, I wanted to see it. Before we had reached the outskirts of pines, I observed that the piece of lasso around Spitfire’s nose had worked loose. Just as I was about to make this known to Jones, the lion opened a corner of his mouth and fastened his teeth in the Navajo’s overalls. He did not catch the flesh, for when Navvy turned around he wore only an expression of curiosity. But when he saw Spitfire chewing him he uttered a shrill scream and fell sidewise off his horse. Then two difficulties presented themselves to us, to catch the frightened horse and persuade the Indian he had not been bitten. We failed in the latter. Navvy gave us and the lions a wide berth, and walked to camp. Jim was waiting for us, and said he had chased a lion south along the rim till the hounds got away from him. Spitfire, having already been chained, was the first lion we endeavored to introduce to our family of captives. He raised such a fearful row that we had to remove him some distance from the others. “We have two dog chains,” said Jones, “but not a collar or a swivel in camp. We can’t chain the lions without swivels. They’d choke themselves in two minutes.” Once more, for the hundredth time, Emett came to our rescue with his inventive and mechanical skill. He took the largest pair of hobbles we had, and with an axe, a knife and Jones’ wire nippers, fashioned two collars with swivels that for strength and serviceableness improved somewhat on those we had bought. Darkness was enveloping the forest when we finished supper. I fell into my bed and, despite the throbbing and burning of my wrist, soon lapsed into slumber. And I crawled out next morning late for breakfast, stiff, worn out, crippled, but happy. Six lions roaring a concert for me was quite conducive to contentment. Emett interestingly engaged himself on a new pair of trousers, which he had contrived to produce from two of our empty meal-bags. The lower half of his overalls had gone to decorate the cedar spikes and brush, and these new bag-leg trousers, while somewhat remark able for design, answered the purpose well enough. Jones’ coat was somewhere along the canyon rim, his shoes were full of holes, his shirt in strips, and his trousers in rags. Jim looked like a scarecrow. My clothes, being of heavy waterproofed duck, had stood the hard usage in a manner to bring forth the unanimous admiration of my companions. “Well, fellows,”’ said Jones, “‘there’s six lions, and that’s more than we can pack out of here. Have you had enough hunting? I have.” “And I,” rejoined Emett. “‘Shore you can bet I have,’’ drawled Jim. “One more day, boys, and then I’ve done,” said f. “Only one more day!”’ Signs of relief on the faces of my good comrades showed how they took this evidence of my satisfied ambition. I spent all the afternoon with the lions, photographing them, listening to them spit and growl, watching them fight their chains, and roll up like balls of fire. From different parts of the forest I tried to creep unsuspected upon them; but always when I peeped out from behind a tree or log, every pair of ears would be erect, every pair of eyes gleaming and suspicious. Spitfire afforded more amusement than all the others. He had indeed the temper of a king; he had been born for sovereignty, not slavery. To intimidate me he tried every manner of expression and utterance, and failing, he always ended with a spring in the air to the length of his chain. This means was always effective. I simply could not stand still when he leaped; and in turn I tried 3 every artifice I could think of to make him os back away from me, to take refuge behind his tree. I ran at him with a club as if I were going to kill him. He waited, crouching. Finally, in dire extremity, I bethought me of a red flannel hood that Emett had given me, Copyright by Zane Grey Contrary to the ideas of many who have never been in the Southwest, Arizona is not a treeless land. This beautiful open forest ts near the Grand Canyon and it was among such trees as these that Mr. Grey and By Zane Grey With Photographs by the Author saying I might use it on cold nights. This was indeed a weird, flaming headgear, falling like a cloak down over the shoulders. I put it on, and, camera in hand, started to crawl on all fours toward Spitfire. I needed no one to tell me that this proceeding was entirely beyond his comprehension. In his astonishment he forgot to spit and growl, and he backed behind the little pine, from which he regarded me with growing perplexity. Then, having revenged myself on him, and getting a picture, I left him in peace. XIV I AWOKE before dawn, and lay watching the dark shadows change into gray, and gray into light. The Navajo chanted solemnly and low his merning song. I got up with the keen eagerness of the hunter who faces the last day of his hunt. I warmed my frozen fingers at the fire. A hot breakfast smoked on the red coals. We ate while Navvy fed and saddled the horses. “Shore, they'll be somethin’ doin’ to-day,” said Jim, fatalistically. f . BOYS’ LIFE srand Canyon “We haven’t crippled a horse yet,” put in Emett hope- fully. Don led the pack and us down the ridge, out of the pines into the sage. The sun, a red ball, glared out of the eastern mist, shedding a dull glow on the ramparts of the far canyon walls. A herd of white-tailed deer scattered before the hounds. Blue grouse whirred from under our horses’ feet. “Spread out,”’ ordered Jones, and though he meant the hounds, we all followed his suggestion, as the wisest course. Ranger began to work up the sage ridge to the right. Jones, Emett and I followed, while Jim rode away to the left. Grad- ually the space widened, and as we neared the cedars, a sharply defined, deep canyon separated us. We heard Don open up, then Sounder. Ranger left the trail he was trying to work out in the thick sage, and bounded in the direction of the rest of the pack. We reined in to listen. First Don, then Sounder, then Jude, then one of the pups bayed eagerly, telling us they were hunting hard. Suddenly the bays blended in one savage sound. “Hi! Hi! Hi!” cracked the cool, thin air. We saw Jim wave his hand from the far side of the canyon, spur his horse into action, and disappear into the cedars. “Stick close together,’”’ yelled Jones, as we launched for- ward. We made the mistake of not going back to cross the canyon, for the hounds soon went up the opposite side. As we rode on and on, the sounds of the chase lessened, and finally ceased. To our great chagrin we found it necessary to retrace our steps, and when we did get over the deep gully, so much time had elapsed that we despaired of coming up with Jim Emett led, keeping close on Jim’s trail, which TREES ALONG THE GRAND CANYON his companions hunted mountain lions showed plain in the dust, and we followed. Up and down ravines, over ridges, through sage flats and cedar forests, to and fro, around and around, we trailed Jim and the hounds. From time to time one of us let out a long yell. “T see a big lion track,” called Jones once, and that stirred us on faster. Fully an hour passed before Jones halted us, saying we had best try a signal. I dismounted, while Emett rolled his great voice through the cedars. A long silence ensued. From the depths of the forest Jim’s answer struck faintly on my ear. With a word to my companions I leaped on my mustang and led the way. I rode as far as I could mark a straight line with my eye, then stopped to wait for another cry. In this way, slowly but surely we closed in on Jim. We found him on the verge of the Bay, in the small glade where I had left my horse the day I followed Don alone down the canyon. Jim was engaged in binding up the leg of his horse. The baying of the hounds floated up over the rim. ‘‘What’s up?” queried Jones. “Old Sultan. That’s what,” replied Jim. “We run plumb into him. We’ve had him in five trees. It ain’t been long since he was in that cedar there. When he jumped the yellow pup was in the way an’ got killed. My horse just managed to jump clear of the big lion, an’ as it was, nearly broke his leg.” Fy: ETT examined the leg and pronounced it badly strained, and advised Jim to lead the horse back to camp. Jones and I stood a moment over the remains of the yellow pup, and presently Emett joined us. “He was the most playful one of the pack,” said Emett, and then he placed the limp, bloody body in a crack, and laid several slabs of stone over it. “Hurry after the other hounds, “That lion will kill them one by one. out for him!” If we needed an incentive, the danger threatening the hounds furnished one; but I calculated the death of the pup was enough Emett had a flare in his eye, Jones looked darker and more grim than ever, and I had sensations that boded ill to old Sultan. “Fellows,” I said, “I’ve been down this place, and I know where the old brute has gone; so come on.” I laid aside my coat, chaps and rifle, feeling that the business ahead was stern and difficult. Then I faced the canyon. Down slopes, among rocks, under pifions, around yellow walls, along slides, the two big men followed me with heavy steps. We reached the white stream- bed, and sliding, slipping, jumping, always down and down, we came at last within sound of the hounds. We found them baying wildly under a pifion on the brink of the deep cove. Then, at once, we all saw old Sultan close at April ” said Jim. An’ look oad teats tog - oe og oid a ee ene Seer res cease

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Diet EOE pe remota, Dery cet a FOR ALL BOYS hand. He was of immense size; his color was almost gray; his head huge, his paws heavy and round. He did not spit, nor snarl, nor growl; he did not look at the hounds, but kept his half-shut eyes upon us. We had no time to make a move before he left his perch and hit the ground with a thud. He walked by the baying hounds, looked over the brink of the cove, and without an instant of hesitation, leaped down. The rattling crash of sliding stones came up with a cloud of dust. Then we saw him leisurely picking his way among the rough stones. Exclamations from the three of us attested to what we thought of that leap. ‘Look the place over,” called Jones. “TI think we’ve got him.” The cove was a hole hollowed out by running water. At its head, where the per- pendicular wall curved, the height was not less than forty feet. The walls became higher as the cove deepened toward the canyon. It had a length of perhaps a hundred yards, and a width of perhaps half as many. The floor was mass on mass of splintered rock. “Let the hounds down on a lasso,” said Jones. Easier said than done! Sounder, Ranger, Jude refused. Old Moze grumbled and broke away. But Don, stern and savage, allowed Jones to tie him in a slip noose. “Tt’s a shame to send that grand hound to his death,” protested Emett. ‘We'll all go down,” declared Jones. “We can’t. One will have to stay up here to help the other two out,” replied Emett. ““You’re the strongest; you stay up,” said Jones. “Better work along the wall and see if you can locate the lion.” We let Don down into the hole. He kicked himself loose before reaching the bottom and then, yelping, he went out of sight among the boulders. Moze, as if ashamed, came whining tous. We slipped a noose around him and lowered him, kick- ing and barking, to the rocky floor. Jones made the lasso fast to a cedar root, and I slid down, like a flash, burning my hands. Jones swung himself over, wrapped his leg around the rope, and came down, to hit the ground witha thump. Then, lassos in hands, we began clambering over the broken fragments. For a few moments we were lost to sights and sounds away from our immediate vicinity. The bottom of the cove afforded IEUTENANT HARRISON CARTER, of the Regu- lar Army Air Service, has a pilot’s log book which, with the unusual flights and flying records that it contains, reads like an adventure romance. His fellow officers never envy Carter his records or reputation for the simple reason that they are not the result of luck but, rather, the fruits of the calculated pitting of skill and en- durance against these all powerful yet deceptive and intan- gible mediums: the air and the elements. The curious part about Carter is that, although his name is forever being associated with daring projects, such as trans- continental flights, speed tests, and other doings of the skilled airman, he is one of the most conservative and careful flyers of the whole Air Service. “That man,” once observed one of his brother officers of Carter, “is an old woman when he is in an airplane. Every- thing has to be just so. He wouldn’t bank a plane more than fifteen degrees unless he was on a mission and in line of duty. Then he would have every part of the maneuver figured out in advance until he knew it backwards. Carter never takes an unnecessary chance and knows what he is going to do at all times. Sometimes he has to think mighty fast, but he does it. And when he’s through thinking and has planned a course of action, he follows it to the letter and nothing in the world can make him deviate. That is why he always comes through. It is the right kind of nerve, all right.” But Carter was not always that way. When, in 1917, following his nineteenth birthday, the fact that he always lived clean, studied quite a bit, and had a set of muscles that rippled under his skin like oiled rubber, passed him into the Aviation Section as a flying cadet, Carter firmly. believed in trying anything once. He struggled through the period of ground training and in due time was sent to the army flying school at Sacramento, California, to take his primary flying training. His arrival at the school was a great event for the adventure-loving Carter and for him marked a succession of red letter days. The-second great event came on the day that he was per- mitted to maK€ his first sole flight—his first flight all by him- seli—and he made a wobbly take off, circled the mile square flying field, and landed the plane all alone. From that time on, Carter classed himself as a flyer. He ran true to form and tried everything that he could think of or had read about. During this period he lived on luck solely and due 1924 * 29 ( ZANE GREY AND HIS MUSTANG This picture, taken while Mf. Grey was on the hunt he describes in this article, shows him in the costume he wore Yo protect himself against cactus, thorns, and branches hard going. Dead pifions and cedars blocked our way; the great, jagged stones offered no passage. We crawléd, climbed, and jumped from piece to piece. A yell from Emett halted us. We saw him above, on the extreme point of wall. Waving his arms, he yelled unin- telligible commands to us. The fierce baying of Don and Moze added to our desperate energy. The last jumble of splintered rock cleared, we faced a terrible and wonderful scene. “Look! Look!’’ I gasped to Jones. A wide, bare strip of stone lay a few yards beneath us; and in the center of this last step sat the great lion on his haunches with his long tail lashing out over the precipice. to the usual kindness of fates to a beginner, retained a whole skin. By the time he had progressed past second sole, which in- cluded practically all of the maneuvers used in straight flying, Carter was of the opinion that he was a real airman. As the boy showed real promise of becoming a really fine pilot in time, his instructors allowed him lots of leeway. But they never ceased to admonish him to play the game safe. One in particular, Lieutenant Neubig, used to lecture the boy quite often, although, at the time, his words had as much effect on Carter as water on a duck’s back. “Go easy, son,” the instructor would advise. “You aren’t an ace yet. There is nothing in the world that isas much real fun as a well handled and properly respected airplane, but when they take the bit in their teeth—look out. It only requires one experience to make a true believer out of you and sometimes that experience is very painful. Your confidence is a fine thing but it is born of pure dumb ignorance of your own limited ability—the ship—and the motor. Sprinkle a little common sense with it. Go slow. And you will develop into an airman that we will all be proud of.” Be who could heed a warning on an early morning when the sun, newly risen, tinted the spreading California vine- yards with gold and made of the Sacramento River a gleaming yellow ribbon; when the air was as steady as the rock of Gibral- tar and the plane seemed to fly itself with the motor ahead purring as sweetly as a maltese cat full of cream; and a chap was alive to his finger-tips with the thrill of healthy youth? Carter just had to put his machine through its paces. About this time his father sent Carter a flying coat. It was a dandy, of fine-grained leather, three-quarter length, with a high adjustable collar and huge sleeves. No one else in the cadet detachment had such a coat and the fledgling aviator wore it from morn till night. The only time when the coat was off was during the drill period or after taps when pajamas were the prescribed uniform. Then Carter learned to loop. He looped in his sleep and immelmanned out of bed in the morning. Life was very happy for Carter. The new yellow of the leather coat became spattered with grease spots that were carefully allowed to stay. The dirtier the coat became, the prouder grew its owner. That grease was the definite proof of Carter’s conquest of the air. He loved every spot. Back to the canyon, he confronted the furious hounds; his demeanor had changed to one of savage apprehension. When Jones and I appeared, old Sultan abruptly turned his back to the hounds and looked down into the canyon. He walked the whole length of the bare rock with his head stretched over. He was looking for a niche or a step whereby he might again elude his foes. Faster lashed his tail; farther and farther stretched his neck. He stopped, and with head bent so far over the abyss that it seemed he must fall, he looked and looked. How grandly he fitted the savage sublimity of that place! The tremendous purple canyon depths lay beneath him. He (Concluded on page 35) By Mather Brooks Came a morning when he was returning from a cross-country flight to Stockton. He had landed in the race track of the fair grounds there, gassed up, taken out of the small space very neatly; which was all good. The return trip was made at a fast rate thanks to a strong tail wind that added twenty miles an hour to his speed. Wheathe huge square of the flying field showed below, busy as an immense beehive with planes flying over, landing and taking off near the long line of red- roofed hangars at the north end—a scene that he loved—Carter felt impelled to celebrate. With him, at that period, to think was to act. As the plane drew over the field he pushed the control stick forward, letting the nose drop. The machine picked up speed until the bracing wires were shrieking a protest. The rushing wind filled the baggy sleeve of Carter’s coat as he rested his arm on the side of the cockpit. He drew it in and placed his hand on his lap. After a shallow dive of three hundred feet he drew his left hand steadily toward him, bringing the vibrant control stick back. He smiled. He loved the live feel of that stick and the sensitive, almost human response of the plane to its slightest movement. Up went the nose. Up... up... the speed- ing plane reached the vertical . . . and beyond. Carter once more placed his right hand on the side of the cockpit to steady himself. His sleeve seemed to catch when he first moved his hand from his lap, but he was too absorbed to notice for, some- how, the loop did not feel right. The centrifugal force that should have held him firmly in his seat was weak. Suddenly he realized that he had not made the loop tight enough and that he was losing precious speed. It was the usual fault of the beginner. There was danger of making a tail slide, a most uncomfortable maneuver in which - the ship slides back tail first, shuddering like a dying animal, for some distance and then ends in a whip stall that snaps the aviator’s neck before it dives and picks up speed enough so that the pilot can bring it back to normal flying position. A tail slide is a safe enough maneuver if the plane has sufficient altitude, but it had its element of danger to Carter for he had started his loop well under two thousand feet. If the motor would keep running in the inverted position, the cadet felt that it would pull the plane through. If it should sputter, there would be a tail slide. In his inexperience Carter did not know that the best thing to do in a loose loop is to kick on full rudder when the plane reaches the vertical. Then the nose

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How Business Depression Tests Good- Will Many a manufacturer during the past two years has had an opportunity to measure as never before the real worth of his advertising investment. He has seen his trade-marked line keep up in sales and his unadvertised goods shrink to a small fraction of their former volume. Innumerable instances could be cited. Dealers can tell a similar story. The number of makes carried of each item have shrunken to a very few—the best known and most frequently called for. Dealers have changed their point of view; they no longer stock lightly with many brands, but substantially with a few. Quick turnover is their only salvation in a depression and their real source of profit in a prosperous period. — | like a vise. | upholstery around the edge of the cockpit and | he grabbed wildly, painfully too,—for the falls to the side and the plane simply makes a sloppy immel-man turn, much to be — to a tail slide. This he did not know. All h knew was to keep on and trust to luck. But a drop of water in the gasoline, a single drop no larger than a BB shot, arrived in the gasoline feed line to the carburetor, causing the motor to sputter and almost stop just before the plane reached its back, for a gasoline engine will not run on water. With the life- saving pull of the propeller gone, the plane hesitated. Then every black hair on Carter’s head seemed to twitch and he felt as though someone had rubbed an icicle down his spine for he slipped suddenly, sickeningly, from his seat in the almost inverted plane. His wide safety belt, which should have held him securely in just such emergencies as this, hung loose, its catch unfastened when the baggy sleeve of the leather coat caught it at the start of the loop. Carter’s left hand gripped the control stick His right tore loose the roll of nail of his index finger remained tangled in the — and hair—in search of something more solid. And all the time he was slipping, slipping. Through an incredibly long, tense second, he expected to leave the plane and drop through that sinking blue void to the earth twelve hundred feet below. The thought rendered him weak and helpless. Then the fighting instinct asserted itself and he kicked spasmodically with his moving feet in an effort to hook his heels on something in the cockpit. The only result was that he kicked the ignition switch knob to the “off” position, stopping the roaring motor entirely and adding another complication to his al- ready uncomfortable situation. The ship reeled drunkenly. foot came out of the cockpit. As he said afterward, “I was scared before that but when my foot came free—it paralyzed Carter’s left | me!” a New Departure Coaster Brake | “Whoosh!!”’ Back slid the airplane in a dizzying tail slide. Carter gave one convulsive kick as it started. He could hardly believe that his right heel caught between the back of the little seat and an upper cross strut of the fuselage which was immediately behind the seat. But, wonder of wonders, it held. There followed five seconds of spectacular, rapid-fire gymnastics wherein a scared cadet clambered into the vertical cockpit of an air- plane that was speeding backwards, tail first, toward the earth at a breath-taking speed. Carter grabbed the controls and set them. r1ze In BOYS’ LIFE The winners of the prize contest on the subject “ How I Earn Money to Help me Through High School and College”, which was announced in the October,. 1923, issue of Boys’ LiFe, are: First prize $15.00, Joseph Tugman, Gastonia, N. C. Second prize, $10.00, Edwin M. Smith, Evans- ton. Wyo. Third prize, $5.00, J. Towne Smith, Lake View, Ore., and N. S. Henry, Malvern, Ark.; Gerhard Henricksen, Richmond, Va.; Philip Weiss, New York City; George A. Hardy, Louviers, Colo.; WenJell B. Hess, Springfield, Mass., each of whom receives a prize of $1.00. In addition the maz:uscripts of Laura Slessler, Danville, Pa.; George W. Leck, Jr., Collingswood, N. J.; James P. Smith, Harlingen, Texas; Neil Owens, Rossville, Kansas; Gordon W. Shahan, Parkdale, Oregon, and John H. Murray, Wash- ington, D. C., were considered of sufficient merit to warrant a similar award of $1.00 each. We publish below the manuscript of the winner of the first prize, and will publish the others in su'sequent issues of Boys’ LIFE, as space permits. M Y name is Joseph Tugman and I am twenty yearsold. FouryearsagoI became a mem- ber of Gastonia Boy Scout Troop No. 2. During that time I was advanced from Tenderfoot to First Class Scout and am the holder of several merit badges. In 1921 I was made | Assistant Scoutmaster and re-registered for | 1923. I have worked in a cotton mill since I was fourteen years old and attended school just long enough to reach the fourth grade, so my education was almost next to nothing. My scout training taught me that if I was to suc- ceed in life, be somebody and get somewhere, I must have more education in order to compete BOYS’ LIFE He acted subconsciously for he was still pulling himself together and drawing the first long breath in what had seemed a long time. Then the ship answered the controls sud- denly. The tail seemed to catch in the air. The big nose whipped out and down with a jerk that snapped the cadet’s neck and clicked his teeth together with a jar. Then the plane was rushing straight at the earth in a nose dive. Carter pulled back on the stick with both hands to swing the nose away from the ground and up to the horizon, bringing the ship to a level position. Even then ev ery wire on the plane was shrieking and whistling from the speed picked up in the dive and the stout spruce struts between the wings were trembling. But the whip stall was over. With never a thought of flying rules, Carter headed directly across the line of flight of the airplanes that were circling the field, to a cross-wind landing. His one wsih was to get down in a hurry. An irate instructor tore across the field in a motorcycle to the stationary plane. He dis- mounted hastily; then stopped short in surprise as he saw the pilot, a very white-faced cadet, seated on the ground beside the machine. Moreover, the cadet did not leap up to atten- tion, as cadets should do when approached by an officer, but continued to sit. “What are you sitting there for?’’ demanded the instructor, who turned out to be Lieuten- ant Nieubig, when he found his voice. ‘Why don’t you come to attention when an officer approaches?” Discipline in the flying fields is rigid. “And what on earth,” continued the instructor, “possessed you when you came diving into the field absolutely in front of a half dozen other planes? You might have had a collision!’ . “Sir,” replied Carter, respectfully but firmly. “Tom ‘sitting on the ground because it feels so dog-goned good! I thought a moment ago that I’d never have a chance to sit like this again. I landed across the line of flight of the other planes because it was the quickest way down and I wanted to reach the ground and do some thinking.” Then he related his ex- perience. ; Fortunately the instructor had a sense of humor. When the cadet finished his story, Lieutenant Nieubig chuckled. “Maybe you will take things easier now, Carter,” he observed. = Maybe?—Lieutenant Nieubig, from now on my first, second, and last name is going to be conservative. I'll never try a thing in the air until I know positively in advance just what to do in any emergency. My lesson was brief but, sir, it’s going to last for a long, long, while.”’ It did. Look at Carter's record in the Air Service. Prize Contests in the game of life with other young men of my age. Last year when I was nineteen years of age and a man in size and strength I asked my scoutmaster to help me and he took me in his car to a school for boys in the mountains of Western North Carolina. I did not like the surroundings there and soon came home. We then interviewed the superintendent of City schools and he agreed to start me in with the smaller and younger children in the fifth grade. I made the fifth grade last year and was started in the seventh grade this year. In September my grade average was 81, in October 8o, and in this month of November I have gone through so well as to miss all of examinations for the Ist half-year. This may sound like bragging but it is not. I just want other scouts to know that they can do the same thing even with a chance as poor as mine. I have been one of the family bread winners since I was fourteen and it meant something to have the income with- drawn but, ‘“‘where there’s a will there will always be a way,” so in order to keep myself in school and not be too much of a burden on my father and mother I have worked half-nights in the mill and afternoons when my school would be out at noon. I work every Friday afternoon, all of Friday night and Saturday until noon which gives me two days wages in one day and enough half nights to make more than a half-week’s regular wages. By this method I can buy my own clothes, my school supplies and help out some at home. If I had never become a Boy Scout I would not have had the ambition and the courage to obtain an education and I intend to persevere and pay my way until I have finished High School at least, then I will be prepared for a better position. ‘Once a scout I shall always be a scout.” —JosSEPH TUGMAN. April ss tien REP SA coe PR Sus _

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One more number of Boys’ Lire before “PuZZLECRAFT”’ can announce, in each num- ber, the names of the five fortunate prize- winning scouts. This delay is necessary, in fairness to readers living at a distance. All readers of Boys’ Lire are invited to compete for the prizes. All original puzzles or puzzle an- swers should reach PuzzLecrart not later than the 2oth of the month. Answers to April puzzles should be received not later than April 2oth. Numerical Enigma I am composed of fifty letters and form a quotation concerning advice. My 15-28-7-46-32 is as long as. My 18- 40-24-9-26 is to shut. My 5-11-37-48-42 is an outer garment. My 2-44-14-21-38 are common coins. My 19-3-29-34-12 is egg- shaped. My 25-50-31-16-33 is a spirited horse for state or war. My 22-47-35-13-30 is a river of Montana. My 36-10-1-17-8 are repasts. My 49-20-4-45-6 is to strike. My 27-23-41-39-43 is destitute of color. A County Puzzle A certain State contains sixty-seven counties. Eighteen of the counties bear interesting names, hinted at in the following questions. What is the State and what are the counties? A county named after a famous maker of locomotives. 2. A county named after a daily beverage. 3. A county named after a famous battle fought in Italy in June, 1800. 4. A county named for a famous Confeder- ate general. A county named for the American naval ofce who said “Don’t give up the ship!” A county bearing the christian name of a ath American orator born in 1777. A county bearing the surname of this orator. 8. A county named for an American Revolu- tionary general, born in 1739, who served with distinction in the South. 9. A county named for another American Revolutionary general, born in 1736, who also served with distinction in the South. 1o. Acounty named for an American general for whom a famous Peak in Colorado is named. 11. A county named for the American naval officer who announced his victory in these words: “‘We have met the enemy and they are ours.” 12. A county bearing the same name as a popular writer of boys’ stories. 13. A county named for a city in Harris County, Texas. 14. A county named for a city in Dane County, Wisconsin. 15. Acounty named for a city on the Trinity River, Texas. 16. A county named for a city in Bibb County, Georgia. 17. A county named for a city in Kentucky, on the Ohio River. 18. A county named for a beautiful city of Switzerland, on a lake of the same name. Word-square 1. A pastime. 2. In a little while. 3. Temper of mind. 4. Completes. Connected Squares I. Upper square: 1. To suffer pain. 2. A wading bird. 3. A ‘fein 4. A famous English seat of learning, twenty-two miles Among. garden. III. Right-hand square: 1. The mount on which Moses died. 2. Ofadark hue. 3. Worn on the foot. 4. Upon. IV. Lower square: 1. The cruel Roman emperor who put Seneca to death. 2. Parallel. 3- A word often heard in connection with the 3- A climbing plant. 4. A Biblical movies. 4. Merely. Pi Heret’s a lintging fo lube, reeth’s a krinlesp fo glod, Heter’s a heaz ni eht siske headrove, Terhe’s a dubding fo feal, rehet’s a gritrins fo file Ni eth reath fo het thinhacy deb. Zigzag All the words described contain the same number of letters. When rightly guessed and written one below another, the zigzag (begin- ning at the upper, left-hand letter and ending with the lower, left-hand letter) will spell the name of an American trapper and guide who was born in 1808. CROSS-WORDS: A small anchor. 2. The utmost extent. 3. To take captive. 4. Foot- print. An agreeable odor. A map. 7. One who works with stone or brick. 8. A running knot, or loop, which binds the closer the more it is drawn. g. A cavity in a wall, usually to hold a statue. Novel Acrostic All the words described contain the same number of letters. When rightly guessed and written one below another, the initials may all be found in the word “‘scout,’’ and another row of letters will spell the name of a famous war vessel in 1862. CRoss-worDs: 1. Ordinary. 2. Throngs. 3. A piece of ordnance or artillery. 4. One skilled in Judging of the merits of any one class of work A very valuable 1 which grows in warm climates, 6. Selected. 7. What a diamond consists of. Diamond 1. In Boys’ Lire. 2. To perform. 3. A common word. 4. A_ small cask. 5. In PuzzLECRAFT. A Letter Puzzle What three letters, always in the same order, can be added to the following ten letters, and make ten words? B.C. Dv, i, MP, S, ¥; 6. Answers to March Puzzles Some Curious Birps. 1. Jay. 2. Kite. 3. Ruff. 4. Gull. 5. Flicker. 6. Stilt. 7. Harpy. 8. Guinea. 9. Rail. 10. Rook. 11. Lark. 12. Quail. NUMERICAL EnicMA. Boy Scouts. of America. Z1GzAG. Washington. Cross-words: 1. Wilt. 2. Cash. 3. Risk. 4. Wash. 5. Crib. 6. Ends. 7. Goat. 8. Atom. 9g. Loot. 10. Boon. Pt: Farewell to ceaseless snowing And winter garbed in gray! Too long his chains have bound us, We fling them from around us And gleeful hail his going With ringing roundelay; Farewell to ceaseless snowing And winter garbed in gray! Cross-worpd EnicMA. Aeronaut. CHARADE. Man-gal-ore. OBLICUE PuzzteE. 1. T. 2. Bat. 3. Talon. . Tones. 5. Never. 6. Sedan. 7. Rabid $ Niger. 9. Devon. ro. Rover. 11. Never. 12. Revel. 13. Redan. 14. Labor. 15. Novel. 16. Rep. 17. L TRANSPOSITIONS. Inauguration: 1. Chin, inch. 2. Vane,nave. 3. Maid,amid. 4. Luna, ulna. 5. Trig,grit. 6. Runs,urns. 7. Care, race. 8. Moat,atom. og. Star,tars. 10. Coin, icon. 11. Peon, open. 12. Sang, nags.

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Doorbells are easy té fix OU can easily install a doorbell ogfix one that is out of order. Look at the diagram abovg, showing how to wire it. A cotton covered wire from eit@r terminal of the push- button to one binding post of the yell. A second wire from the other terminal of the push-bugfon to the outside binding post of a Columbia Dry Battery (that’s the “negative.” The center binding post is “positivey’) Connect your first battery ‘Mositive” with a wire to the next battery “negative.” Addgnother Columbia if you want a louder bell. From the “pogitive” to the last battery lead a wire to the opposite binding post on the bell. That finishes the job. But make sure yo use Columbia Dry Cells for a reliable bell. Ypu cannot | fave a good bell without a good battery. You can make good poc Replace dead ba teries wi snappy life. Packed wi et-money taking care of doorbells. lively Columbias. Full of strong, power. They last longer. They give such satisf&Action thgt people will recommend your work to their friends, and you can build a profitable business. Great for radi@ dry celf tubes. Columbia Dfy Battéries are sold by electrical, hardware, radio and aut® access@ry shops, marine supply dealers, im- plement dealefs, garages, general stores. Insist on Columbias. NATIONAL RBO OMPANY, Inc., New York, San Francisco Canadian Nationaly ; Carbon o., Limited. Factory and Offices: Toronto, Ontario Columbia Dr} Batteries —they last longer Fahnestock Spring Clip Binding Posts

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PINNATED GROUSE HILE I have done mighty little killing of game for anything else than museum specimens and much needed food, I always have held that when game is so plentiful that the killing of a small amount does not make for extermination, it is right for man to take a reasonable toll of the wild flocks and herds. I do not hold that every wild animal is a sacred thing, any more than a farmer’s beeves and chickens are sacred; but I do demand that there shall be no wasteful or wicked slaughter, and no game-hog-ism, no matter how plentiful the game may be in a few places. WHITE-TAILED KITE The supply of game is a most uncertain quantity. Do not forget that. It is plentiful to-day and scarce to-morrow; and many times you have to search to find out why. The best time to save game is when it is plentiful. Back in the past, thou- sands of heedless men thought that the millions of passenger pigeons, bison and fur seals were invincible, and never could be wiped out; but in surprisingly quick time they were wiped out. To-day there are some conserva- tionists and some sportsmen who feel that because wild ducks are to be found in tens of thousands in a few places where they specially mass together in fall and winter, “it is not necessary to reduce the present high bag limit of 25 per BOB-WHITE, QUAIL day until ducks begin to grow scarce.” It is a cold fact that no animal or bird species ever existed in such “ Millions” that it could not be totally exterminated. Please remember this, as long as you live. The men who have grown gray and old in fighting for wild life protection have striven partly because of their desire to give you, and the boys of America who come after you, a square deal in the matter of sport in the Great Outdoors. They hate the prospect of turning over to you, as your heri- tage, a gameless devastated, blasted continent. At the same time, as devoted friends and admirers of the wild birds and beasts, they have striven to give all wild life a square deal, and to protect their God-given rights. Now, the universal destruction of game has reached such a pass that the whole _ situation must come to a show-down before all the American people, and be- fore the boys of America, for a definite answer to this question: Shall things go on as they now are going, or shall we have a lot of reforms in our game laws that will be worth while, and get somewhere, be- fore it is too late? A great lot of good spartsmen, game-defenders, editors and feder- ated women al- ready have signed up for a thorough reform. Millions more will be asked to do so, just as fast as we can reach them. The troubles are as follows: Every year at least 5,500,000 hunters go out in wide- spreading companies, regiments and armies, into all the homes of killable game, to harry and to kill game up to the legal bag limits. They have the finest and deadliest guns ever made, millions and billions of cartridges, thousands upon thousands of decoys, millions of automobiles, thousands of boats, guides and dogs, and all the money they need. At the same time the poachers and illegal killers are at work on the sly, in season and out of season. The game is harried and harassed, day in and day out, and in many places it is given not even one day per week in which to seek food without being shot at. The hawks, owls, weasels, foxes, coyotes, wolves, lynxes and mountain lions pursue the game relentlessly throughout each year. The farmers now gather their grain so closely that there is mighty little left to be gleaned by the birds. When the quail perish in hard winters, from sleet, slush, snow and starvation, the relentless quail hunters often refuse SNOWY EGRET WILSON SNIPE , Help Save BOYS’ LIFE By Dr. William T. Hornaday, Direct of tt Illustrated by Lynn Bogue Hudfyrtoo BAND-TAILED PIGEON to grant a two-year closed season to help the survivors to re- cover. Isit not strange? And there are quail hunters who seri- ously claim that it does covies “good” to be shot to pieces and scattered,—‘‘ to prevent inbreed- ing!” Can you beat it? Because of the scarcity of Bob- White quail, quail hunting is now extinct (i. e. to- tally prohibited) in 21 states: and four more states are about to join that list. Deer hunting is extinct in a number of states; and so is grouse hunt- ing. At this very moment many men and women are convinced that the few remaining woodcock of B f North America must have a 5-year closed e ore season, or they will go down and out. Now, we object to the wasteful killing of waterfowl. We object to all the killing that is exterminating both game and 9 We object to the drainage of lakes and marshes needed by the gam, enable land speculators to sell land that is of no value to any one. We object to the unlawful killing of game because of the scarcity of game wardens. We demand game and sport insur- ance, by large reductions in bag limits and open seasons. We demand long closed seasons whenever and wherever a species needs it. TRUMPETER SWAN

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FOR ALL BOYS ~The Birds! Direc of the New York Zoological Park ie H | stoon by Francis J. Rigney AMERICAN WOODCOCK We demand more and better game law enforce- ment. We demand more pro- tection for the haunts of wild game. / We demand that all waste- ful and extrava- gant killing be reformed down- ward. I will now be specific about cer- tain bag limits, to show what we think is neces- sary. We think that on ducks the bag limit of 25 per day should be reduced to 15; geese and brant, from 8 to 2; snipe, from 25 to 10; woodcock, a 5- year closed sea- son, everywhere; wild turkey, from two or five down to one; doves, 25 A Figrieg— to 15; squirrels, 8 to 2,—or none! d After Deer, from one or more each year, to one every alternate year. Space is not available for views about season limits, because the details are too complicated. In brief, the sum total of what we think now necessary, what we advise, and what we demand of all ourstate legislatures, is a total reduction by approxi- mately one half of the annual volume of game killed! I believe that this, with certain other betterments, would insure the continuance of legitimate sport in America for 100 years. In demanding a 50 per cent. reduction in the total annual kill of game I do not ask for a 50 per cent. horizontal reduction in each bag limit, and each open season. In some places, the bag limits on certain species are low enough and therefore need not re and spi be further reduced. My figures show the general limits that now prevail and how those high limits need to be reduced. These reductions can be secured in two ways: By new reform laws enacted by your own state legisla- tures, and by the regulations for the killing of migra- tory birds that annually are fixed by the United States Secretary of Agriculture, Hon. Henry C. Wallace. The fate of the non-migratory game is wholly in the hands of the state that owns it. This embraces, deer, bear, squirrels, wild turkey, grouse and quail. We now reach the Boy Scout as a factor in this situation. I hear the Scout ask: ‘‘ What is there that I can do to help?” For me, the answer is difficult. Boys are not lawmakers, nor in touch with lawmakers. It is hard to influence a legislature and a governor to the point of making a new law. But it CAN be done! I have thought long and hard on this problem. ,) In the first place, it is up to the men to have suitable and fair laws framed, and introduced in the various state legisla- tures. Dr. W. Reid Blair, State Leader for New York (ad- dress, the New York Zoological Park, New York) can give the men good advice on the best reform laws, state by state. Write to him. After the reform law bill is in your legislature, ask your scoutmast- HEATH HEN AMERICAN EGRET ers, and your fathers and big brothers, to see in person your state senator and assemblyman, assure them that the bill is a good one, and ask them to vote for it and push it along. If enough men and boys will do this, your reform bills will be passed. Put it down as a fact that your lawmakers, both in your state and in Congress, are not only willing but anxious to keep your game from being ex- terminated and to prolong legiti- mate sport; but they want to be shown! Help us to distribute the reform CALIFORNIA CONDOR BLACK-CAPPED PETREL Scouts of America, forward! To a great literature of the Permanent Fund. Our illustrated postez, “Our Vanishing Game,” is our best item, and it is great to post up in schools. The University of Arkansas Ex- tension has posted it in every school in that state! Write Blair for it. We will furnish 100,000 copies if that many are called for. You will find that they tell pretty nearly the whole SAGE GROUSE extent this is a struggle to protect and insure your heritage. We need you in the ranks of this Army of the Defense. What the game now needs is VOTES. All the fathers and mothers of boys should enlist, and call upon their lawmakers to do their duty to you and to the game. I need not go into details in advising you, or them, how to get results. Your own ingenuity will take care of that. We must get busy now, work throughout this year at getting ready, and then make a grand march in force on our state capitols in January, 1925, for the Great Effort.

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_ The first warm days will be here Pe- Get some Neverleak today, inject fore you know it. Better look the it in your tires and you won’t have to bike over now, so you will hav@ i worry about punctures all summer. ready when the gang says ‘‘let’s ; is Neverleak comes in the yellow. green and white tube. Be sure you get the original. Price 25¢. at all — and repair shops. Buffalo, N. Y. Will you be out with the re them, or will a flat tire keep you | Buffalo Speafalty Co., A Dollar Meal for Two Cents It is worth a dollar if you compare its food value with the eatables for which you usually pay more money. Two Shredded Wheat Biscuits furnish all the strength-giving nutriment you need for a half day’s work. Two Shredded Wheat Biscuits with milk make a perfect meal that is nourishing and satisfying. Con- tains all the BRAN of the WHOLE WHEAT grain—just enough to keep the bowels healthy and active. Shredded. Wheat FI 4 _two biscuits make a nourishing meal nl PHT TT The N ALASKAN member sent an interesting brief description of his home city in a letter to be forwarded: ‘Fairbanks is the largest town in the Interior of Alaska. It hasa population of 1,500. This perhaps is small when compared to the population of your cities but it is quite large for Alaska. We have, how- ever, every modern convenience and comfort obtainable in the United States. Steam heating or furnaces are in all the large houses. We have one power plant which supplies electricity for lighting and other purposes. “The only college in Alaska is four miles from town. Mining Engineering, Civil Engineering, Business and Agricultural courses are taught. Most of those who graduate from High School go to this college. ““Many people imagine Alaska is very cold and that we live like Eskimos. Our winters are cold but it very rarely goes below 30° below. In summer the thermometer often reaches 100° above and higher. “In summer baseball is the principal sport. In winter we play basketball. Christmas morning the High School team is going to Anchorage—one of the coast towns. “Our High School is in the same building as the Grammar School. We occupy the second floor while the Grammar grades have the lower floor. There are four High School teachers. In the High School there are about 55 pupils and about rsoin the grades.” A SCOUTMASTER of Jaffa, Palestine, writes us as follows: “T think the American boys, through the W. B. of Boys in their maga- zine, will help the Jewish boys from all the world to find correspondents in Palestine. If it isn’t difficult, will you please be kindly, to gy | print a few lines in the W. B. of Boys, that the F | Jewish Scouts in Palestine wish to correspond with their brothers in other countries. The letters can be sent to me and I will hand them | over to my boys.” iA COLORADO member has sent us a letter which he received from a friend in | Constantinople to whom he was introduced by the Brotherhood: “I have to acknowledge you that I have received your letter from Worlds Brotherhood and I’m quite pleased to | correspond with you, concerning on any sub- ject you like. As I think you like much about antiquities? Well then: but before I go any further on you have to know all about me. “My name is Nerses Hanemian. I’m Ar- menian, residing in Constantinople. Situated in a commercial district, it is very important with its natural production. By telling this I mean that the country is very rich with his natural wealth but unfortunately owing to the lack of money or rather of big capital, it is backward in industry, dull in agriculture due to the recent war in Near East. “Here the educational system is altogether different from European method, though we apply to those systems, but as our country is International, we are compelled to learn many languages out of our own, and almost every boy or man knows more than three languages at least. For instance I know for my part school. Armenian, Turkish, Greek, French, and Eng- lish, very little Latin, which I have learnt at July last I have been graduated from ‘English High School’ and I’m ig years old. BOYS’ LIFE World Brotherhood of Boys Edited by E. O’Connor “My chief hobbies are stamp collecting and overseas postcards or curious photos of nature (animals, birds). I have also many relics of the great war, piece of shell, aerial bomb, etc. “Before the Greek disaster in Asia Minor I was Patrol Leader in Scouts. I have been four years among my beloved troop but lo! all gone, disturbed and dismissed, now I’m pioneer alone. Sometimes we go tramping with some old friend along the beautiful forests and climb the hills covered green sown, casting the sun his dazzling beams over us. What joy! ! breathing the pure clean air which God giveth us! “Now as I presume you like antiquities and naturally you love also to hear about, isn’t so? Well then to-day I’ll talk about the old Byzantian remains in Constantinople before the Turks capture in 1453. If you like next time I tell you about the History if you don’t know. It is very interesting (pleas se state next time). “The enclosed picture is a subterraneous passage which we call ‘Thousand Columns,’ It is a cistern which was built by Byzantian king Theodore. It is a huge subterrain forming square which its sides are unequal. One of the two sides is hundred twenty feet of length the other hundred seventy. The surrounding walls are nine feet thick. “Three flats of white marbles columns, each flat consists of two hundred twenty columns, but owing to the lack of care two of the in- ferior flats are buried under ground. The surface of this cistern 20,000 square feet and can contain 1,237,939 cubic feet of water. “This cistern was made for the use of the town but specially for the foreigners, that is why on the door is written in Latin “Cisterna Basilica” (Imperial cistern). Inside on the wall is written in Greek “‘Euge Philoxena” (welcome foreigners). Nowadays it is visited by many tourists, has been the wonder of foreigners. ““T devote much time in Archeology and His- tory of different nations. I should like to hear about any archeological news concerning on Colorado or Red Indian relics. Is Fort Morgan near the high pikes of Denver? Please write more widely about yourself and country.” N INDIAN boy camping in the Himalayan Mountains has written the following on “What Kind of a Boy Makes the Best Camper” The boy who wants to be a good camper, he should be pure in thought, word and deed. He may be able to run fast, should be interested in games and other activ. ities. He should know swimming, cooking, woodcutting, that is, handicraft or wood- craft, and nature study. His health should be good and he should know different kinds of games and should be a good player. The boy should be near to his God and should be religious. He should be a good speaker and should be able to draw the attention of the public. The character of the boy should be good. He should be honest, trustworthy-and loyal to his leaders and officers. He should be friend and brother to his fellows. The boy who is always cheerful and happy is liked much by others. The boy should try to help others at any time or he should be ee ee

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FOR ALL BOYS helpful. He should be a good singer because singers make a camp interesting. A boy who knows some good tricks which makes the public laugh, that boy is a better camper than one who knows nothing of that sort. The boy who respects his leaders and obeys them is one of the best campers. The boy who likes cleanliness and keeps all his things clean and is pre- pared always to do any kind of work and earns only his keep. Out of the $3.00 Eugene supports his brother and keeps his mother in a sanitarium. ’Gene was a Boy Scout and he lives up to every Scout Law. He wears his uniform, even though it is almost in tatters. He has an American school diploma, while his younger brother got through the sixth grade. They speak English together and still consider them- selves Americans and Boy Scouts. Once a week, never discouraged if any failure comes, but whistles and smiles under all dif- ficulties, makes the best camper. In short the boy who is perfect in Fourfold Program, that is, who is good in Intellectual, Phys- ical, Devotional and Service, and always tries to im- prove in these four things, makes the best camper. A VERY strange but touching incident is related by Miss Dorothy Quincy Smith, of Washington, D. C. Miss Smith made a special visit to National Headquar- ters for the purpose of telling us how great an influence Scouting has been in the lives of two boys. It was during Miss Smith’s sojourn THE following verses appeared in “The Scout,” the English Boy Scout weekly, of February 9, 1924. This re- membrance of our American heroes is so much in the spirit of The World Brotherhood of Boys that we wish our members to see it and think of some of the heroes whom their British brothers revere, some of whom, incidentally, may be considered our heroes as well. FEBRUARY Washington, born 1732. Lincoln, born 1809. Let British Scouts extend a hand Of friendship out across the sea, To where lads of another land Are Scouting ’neath the fleur-de-lis. This month two men they laud in pride, Who for their country lived and fought, Let us, their cousins on this side, For those two heroes share a thought. whenever they can af- ford it, they get up early in the morning and walk five miles to get an English lesson for which they pay ten cents. This out of their $3.00 a month. It was necessary for Paul, to fill some scout requirement, to earn some money. He undertook to go witha flock of sheep and only a dog for protection, 40 miles into the moun- tains. The danger and loneliness was great, and his only protection from the wolves was a fire. But his older brother refused to al- low him to continue this for long, as it be- gan to tell on his nerves. One day Miss Smith invited them to lunch. To her delight they came in scout uniform. ’Gene said: “I think you will find us clean in Spain that she first —you know we are met Eugene and Paul Lopez. One day she was visiting a store in the town of Aveda, when a lad asked whether she knew English. And then she learned the story from Eugene, of how they had lived in New York City until one day their father, who was a sea captain, came home from a voyage dead drunk, beat up their mother very terribly, and then disappeared. The mother was deported for insanity with the three children. Now Eugene is working twelve hours a day, for which he gets his keep and $3.00 a month, while his brother Paul, only eleven years old, scouts—but we ain’t awfully mendy. It’s hard for a feller that ain’t got no mother.” They are very proud, in all their wretchedness. Miss Smith tried to send them five dollars one day, but they returned it very much hurt. “Scouts would not beg.” Their greatest ambition is to return to the United States, the land they love. And if some troop, individual, or organization would finance their return, they would be grateful always, and promise faithfully to return every penny. Roping Lioms in the Grand Canyon stood on the last step of his mighty throne. The great downward slopes had failed him. Majestically and slowly he turned from the deep that offered no hope. As he turned, Jones cast the noose of his lasso perfectly round the burly neck. Sultan roared and worked his jaws, but he did not leap. Jones must have expected such a move, for he fastened his rope to a spur of rock. Standing there, revolver gripped, hearing the baying hounds, the roaring lion, and Jones’s yells mingled with Emett’s, I had no idea what to do. I was in a trance of sensations. Old Sultan ran rather than leaped at us. Jones evaded the rush by falling behind a stone, but still did not get out of danger. Don flew at the lion’s neck and Moze buried his teeth in a flank. Then the three rolled on the rock dangerously near the verge. Bellowing, Jones grasped the lasso and pulled. Still holding my revolver, I leaped to his assis- tance, and together we pulled and jerked. Don got away from the lion with remarkable quickness. But Moze, slow and dogged, could not elude the outstretched paws, which fast- ened in his side and leg. We pulled so hard we slowly raised the lion. Moze, never whimper- ing, clawed and scratched at the rock in his efforts to escape. The lion’s red tongue protruded from his dripping jaws. We heard the rend of hide as our efforts, combined with —_ of Moze, loosed him from the great yellow claws. The lion, whirling and wrestling, rolled over the precipice. When the rope straightened with a twang, had it not been fastened to the rock, Jones and I would have jerked over the wall. The shock threw us to our knees. _For a moment we did not realize the Situation. Emett’s yells awakened us. “Pull! Pull! Pull!” roared he. _Then, knowing that old Sultan would hang himself in a few moments, we attempted to lift him. Jones pulled till his back cracked; I pulled till I saw red before my eyes. Again 1924 and again we tried. We could lift him only a few feet. Soon exhausted, we had to desist altogether. How Emett roared and raged from his vantage-point above! He could see the lion in death throes. Suddenly he quieted down with the words: All over; all over!”” Then he sat still, looking into space. Jones sat mopping his brow. And I, all my hot resentment vanished, lay on the rock, with eyes on the distant mesas. Presently Jones leaned over the verge with my lasso. “There,” he said, “I’ve roped one of his hind legs. Now we'll pull him up a little, then we’ll fasten this rope, and pull on the other.” So, foot by foot, we worked the heavy lion up over the wall. He must have been dead, though his sides heaved. Don sniffed at him in disdain. Moze, dusty and bloody, with a large strip of hide hanging from his flank, came up growling low and deep, and gave the lion a last vengeful bite. ““We’ve been fools,” observed Jones, medi- tatively. ‘The excitement of the game made - lose our wits. I'll never rope another ion.” I said nothing. While Moze licked his bloody leg and Don lay with his fine head on my knees, Jones began to skin old Sultan. Once more the strange, infinite silence enfolded the canyon. The far-off golden walls glistened in the sun; farther down, the purple clefts smoked. The many-hued peaks and mesas, aloof from each other, rose out of the depths. It was a grand and gloomy scene of ruin where every glistening descent of rock was but a page of earth’s history. It brought to my mind a faint appreciation of what time really meant; it spoke of an age of former men; it showed me the lonesome crags of eagles, and the cliff lairs of lions; and it taught mutely, eloquently, a lesson of life— that men are still savage, still driven by a spirit to roam, to hunt, and to slay. THE Enp 35 =x Around the Fire 5 , x No. The Last Match but One By DILLON WALLACE (Famous sportsman and Boys’ Leader) ATE Decembe-, six inches of snow, twenty degrees of frost. Clifford Easton and myself found ourselves descending the George River in the great trackless barrens of northern Labrador, four hundred miles from the nearest human habitation. For three days of tracking we had met no one save a party of Indians with whom we spent the night. Our equipment was limited to the barest necessities—an eighteen-foot canoe, a balloon-silk tent, incidental equipment, matches and a cake of Ivory Soap, for a man must keep clean in the wilder- ness as at home if he would maintain self-respect. Pure soap is in any case necessary to cleanse frequent cuts and bruises. The equipment was carried in water- proof duffle bags, and naturally a supply of matches was included. Wax taper matches are small and compact, and for this reason we had selected them for our main supply, though habit had impelled me to supplement these with some old- fashioned sulphur matches, for these will dry easily, I had learned by experience, should they become wet. We had even left out food in our outfit, depending for our living upon the game we killed and the fish we caught and the wild berries we found before snow covered them, because the long portages made light equipment a necessity. We carried eight six-pound tins of pemmican for emergency. We would have been in a serious posi- tion had the swift falling arctic winter overtaken us unprepared, so we stocked up with a fresh supply of venison and killed two caribou. Though our general outfit was light, the extra supply of venison made the canoe all too heavy laden to meet the mighty rapids of the George River, and the cold weather froze the spray into beads of ice, coating the pad- dles and canoe and making them heavy and clumsy. The white water of three or four short rapids was run in safety when suddenly, almost without warning, the canoe over- turned, and I felt myself rolling through the mad waters of the worst rapids we had encountered. When I came to the Watch for the next number of this famous series Lakaall surface. in the steadier water below the falls I discovered Easton clinging to the overturned canoe. Floating down the river were our duffle bags, which were light, and our paddles. To our delight we found that our tent and one food bag were still fast under a thwart of the canoe, and after twenty minutes of desperate effort, we succeeded in salvaging them. The shock of the cold dip had been tremendous. Our fingers were frost- bitten, our feet numb and we knew we must have a fire at once or succumb to the cold and perish. Gathering a handful of the long hairy lichen and small dead twigs, I tried to strike a wax taper match to make a fire. But they were all wet, soft and useless. A glance at Easton sent fear to my soul. I realized that he was passing into un- consciousness and without a fire he would die! We would both die! A fire was our only salvation. In my box, there remained three sulphur matches. With little hope of success, I tried one. To my great joy it flared into a flame. My frost-bitten fingers were stiff and my lighted match slipped through them, extinguishing itself in the snow. Two matches remained. They were all that stood between us and death. I struck one. Would a gust of wind blow it out? I held my breath in agony until at last it was ready for the tinder. The tinder lighted and carefully I nursed it as I had never nursed a fire before. At last I was rewarded with a great, crackling blaze. The fire put new life into us. We then discovered how woefully small our equipment was, but we had saved blank- ets, clothing, matches and Ivory Soap. But we had no means of killing game or catching fish. Our daily ration of one pound of pemmican with a bit of tallow and tea for each of us kept us alive. Our soap insured the cleanliness necessary to health and comfort. We had all the necessities if not all the comforts of life. Naturally, the days that followed were filled with thrills and narrow escapes. On October 16th we reached the trading post at the mouth of the river, well and hearty and none the worse for our experience. a flit Py att~exr x IVORY SOAP 99 “00 PURE IT FLOATS & Gamble Co., Cincinnati

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Keep Your Nerve and F lying S: HE greatest flying field in the world lay smiling beneath the warm morning sun—a Texas sun in the summer time is right on the job supplying heat even at seven A. M. The mile-long row of shining white hangars which bounded the northern edge of the field was paralleled by a long line of airplanes, most of them roaring away on the warm-up. A mile away, and some of them a mile high, the ships of the acrobatic stage were already looping and spinning as advanced cadets got their first taste of aerial acrobatics. On the benchset aside for beginners twelve young men in khaki, helmets and goggles in their hands, were waiting for the ap- pearance of their instructors. They were improving the time by talking about flying, which is the only topic of importance to flying cadets. Dan Hammond, at one end of the bench, was not taking part By Thomson Burtis Illustrated by C. A. Federer in the discussion. He skimmed the headlines of the San Antonio Express idly, scarcely conscious of what he read. San Antonio was having a crime wave, too, it seemed— “Fourth Hold-up by Masked Man on the Rio Road—’”’ that was the road which separated Field One and Field Two on its way into San Antonio. He skimmed the article hastily, conscious of the nervous strain of waiting. “T hope we don’t all have to wait for Hammond to solo— we'll be on the dual control stage until we’re tripping over our own whiskers,” said a heavy, rasping voice. Dan looked up, trying to hide the effect of the words behind a grin. “You don’t need to worry, Sam,” he said to the heavy, dark-faced man who had made the remark. “You'll be tripping over your whiskers to-morrow if you don’t shave.” This reference to the frowzy-looking Sam Gaspell got a laugh, and a remarkably tall and remark- ably thin chap cut in: “Give Hammond time; he’s young yet!” The conversation veered to the wreck of yesterday, when Barry Young and Freer, his instructor, had both been killed. Under cover of the animated talk Dan leaned back and gazed silently across the mile-square expanse of Donovan Field. That gibe about his youth did not matter—he was well aware that, being only nineteen, he was three years younger than the youngest of his comrades. But Sam Gaspell’s taunt— that was different. Why was it that every other man in the bunch had soloed—was flying alone—and he could not? For hours of flying he had listened to his instructor’s blistering directions, tried his darndest. The ship would bounce when he landed it, and sometimes when the ground was rushing up to meet him he did not level out in time, and Lieutenant Gray, his instructor, would grab at the stick and just save them. The Lieutenant would have his goggles pushed up before the ship stopped rolling over the ground. When it had stopped he would turn and start to talk. And when Gray talked he talked. He could be sarcastic, grim, disgusted, depressed, discouraged and wrathful all at one time, and express those various sentiments in three or four choice words. “Hammond!” AN jumped as though he had been shot. As he auto- matically came to his feet he met the cool gray eyes of the broad-shouldered Gray. There was a glint of amusement in them as he said “Rest!” and _ the other cadets resumed their seats. “Thinking, eh? Well, I hope you’ve figured out now to make a landing. In a beautiful tackle Dan hurled himself forward a good ten feet, straight for the knees of the gunman BOYS’ LIFE I'll take you first this morning. Come on—I guess the crate’s ready.” Dan walked over toward 32, which was Gray’s ship. The Lieutenant was six feet tall—an inch taller than Dan himself. In his trim boots and breeches and close-fitting leather helmet he seemed the incarnation of cool capability as he lounged around the ship, inspecting it briefly. Dan, as he climbed in the rear cockpit and adjusted his helmet and goggles, won- dered despairingly whether he could ever fly like Gray—fly at all, for that matter. Gray stepped up on the wing-step and coiled his long length into the front cockpit. There was a mechanic at the end of each wing, and another ready at the propeller. The instructor turned and his gray eyes seemed to be boring into Dan’s steady blue ones. “Start it!” he yelled, above the now deafening noise of many hundred-and-sixty-horsepower motors roaring along wide open on the final test before going up. The other in- structors with their cadets were coming to the line now, ready to start the daily grind which was so wonderful to the cadets and so monotonous to the tanned young veterans of the air who taught them. Dan leaned over the side of the cockpit, caught the eye of the mechanic, and yelled: “Off!” “Off!” repeated the mechanic, and spun the big six-foot propeller easily. “Contact!” he shouted. Dan pulled the control stick back as far as it would go, and snapped on the magneto switch. “Contact!” he repeated as his hand found the throttle. The mechanic set himself and then pulled the propeller through as he leaped aside. Dan jazzed the throttle, and the motor caught. It idled along softly, the rhythmical firing of the cylinders barely audible. He listened closely a minute, until he was sure there was no miss in the motor. His eyes swept the instrument board in front of him, studying the air- pressure, which was three pounds; the oil-pressure gauge, and the tachometer, which told the speed of the motor. Then he nodded to the mechanics on the wings, who proceeded to crawl beneath the ship and take the wheelblocks away. Gray looked around to make sure there were no other ships in the way, and then glanced back again at his student. Dan’s sunburnt face was a trifle drawn below the big goggles, and his mouth was set in a thin line. His jaw was set reso- lutely, and he returned Gray’s look with eyes that were blazing with determination. The instructor put his hand to his mouth and yelled: “Take ’er off—and don’t try too hard. Loosen up! Keep your nerve—and flying speed!” It was the slogan of the flyer—the battle-cry of the flying game. Dan nodded. He felt as though this would be his last chance to make good. RAY was pointing out over the field. With his left hand Dan pushed the throttle forward slowly. The ship started trundling over the ground. He forced himself to feed the throttle gradually—that was one of Gray’s strictest rules. Finally it was wide open, and he pressed forward on the stick. As the tail came off the ground and the plane picked up speed the nose dipped perilously, but he caught it in time. Gray, slumped down in his seat, had not moved during that instant when it seemed that the now invisible propeller would shatter itself on the ground. In a moment they were in the air. Dan focused his eyes on the top of the motor, keeping it just above the horizon line. That meant a normal climbing angle. It was like walking a tight-rope to keep the ship level. It tilted from side to side and up and down in the air- currents, and the control stick was constantly moving under his hand as he compensated for the bumps. With a thrill of satisfaction he was aware that he was not “over- controlling.” The ship was four hundred feet high when it was over the mesquite at the edge of the field, and he banked carefully to the right. The stick over a trifle to the right, and right rudder—and there was no wind perceptible on either cheek, either! He had not slipped or skidded. He straightened out and flew up the edge of the field, ‘ until he was nearing the line of hangars. There were ships scooting over the ground like bugs, now, but he had no time for them. He did glance around to see if there were any planes near him in the air, but otherwise his world was one of deafening noise, concentrated in the frail linen- and-wood craft he was in. He forgot even the relaxed and seemingly uninterested figure in the front seat as he used every faculty he had in the endeavor to keep that ship level, and really fly it. Without waiting for Gray’s outflung arm as a cue he banked again until he was flying down the line of hangars. He saw Gray nod his approbation—a nod from Gray was worth a ten-minute speech from any one else. A prib Tareas ae

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FOR ALL BOYS Now for the landing. Hammond’s grim face whitened a trifle as the great test loomed before him. The wind was from the south—he must make a half turn in a spiral to get into it, and then the landing itself. He glanced down at the great expanse of smoothly-mowed grass, and his left hand found the throttle. He pulled it back, and suddenly the earth-shaking roar died away and the shrill of the wires took its place. He shoved the stick forward and to the right and his right foot jammed forward against the rudder. NSTANTLY the ship went into a dive—too steep—and tilted up, right wing down. He pulled up a bit, and then straightened as the nose pointed directly for the field. The wires whined and sang with the speed, and the ground rushed up to meet them. Suddenly he saw Gray throw his hands in the air, high above his head. The ship was Dan’s—there would be no expert hand on the stick to help him. For a moment he froze to the stick. He seemed to be ina nightmare of wild speed, with destruction awaiting them the next second. He was dimly aware of blurred ground, scream- ing wires, trembling ship—and then of two steady arms still in the air before him. It had been but an instant, and suddenly his head cleared. He pulled back on the stick, but too much. The ship came level ten feet above the ground, and shot along over the grass with speed that did not seem to diminish. He saw Gray’s hands tapping the cowling, and eased forward, letting the ship come down gradually. There was a feeling of security, now, and he looked down at the ground three feet beneath him with an almost professional eye. Gray’s hands were still in sight—it was to be Dan’s landing, and no one else’s. He was taut again as he waited for that infinitesimal mo- ment of time when the ship would seem to stop suddenly, hovering before settling to earth. It was the “feel of the ship” that he somehow did not have. Then, for the first time, it came. The speed, which had been gradually slackening, seemed to drop suddenly. He yanked the stick backward. The ship dropped and hit the ground too hard, but it did not bounce. He had got the tail down fer a three-point landing, and after all is said and done that is one of the greatest of flying achievements. Gray turned around as the ship trundled over the ground, gradually stopping as the tailskid bit into the earth. He pushed up his goggles and there was the ghost of a smile on his face as he saw the wide grin which embellished the counte- nance of Cadet Dan Hammond. “You showed signs of almost human intelligence that round,” remarked the instructor. “If you keep on practising a few years I shouldn’t wonder but what you might be able to go up a thousand feet without diving eleven hundred. Now we'll go up and get some tailspins. [’ll fly her a while— we haven’t much time.” As the ship roared away over the field and took the air Dan leaned back with a blissful grin still splitting the expanse of brown skin below his huge round goggles. Just before a man soloed he was taught how to come out of a tailspin. And better than the prospect of soloing, even, was the realization deep down in his heart that he could fly. The moment of panic had been conquered, and at last he had the feel of the ship. “Speaking of nerve, I wonder if Lieutenant Gray knew what he was doing when he kept his hands in the air?” he mused happily as he gazed down at the receding earth. “Come to think of it, he just made me fly her—why, that was what he was up to all the time!” HIS was food for thought, and from it was born a new admiration for the tall, sardonic, exacting young man in the front seat who had calmly risked his life to make him, Dan, a flyer. And how he could fly! The ship swept along smoothly, angled steeply upward. The altimeter crawled to three thousand, then four thousand feet. The field was six or seven miles behind them now, and was_be- ginning to look small, bounded by a long line of white doll-houses and oc- cupied by a swarm of tiny insects which moved along over it. Other tiny things, like birds, were in the air. The earth seemed like painted canvas, with roads mere strips of white tibbon and fields so small that it seemed one could step across them. A car looked irresistibly like a cockroach walking on a white-painted line. Five thousand feet now —a mile high. Beneath them there was nothing but mesquite and some small clearings. One house—a small shack in 1924

the midst of three cotton fields and one large mowed stubble field. He saw a horse and rider making their way toward the shack, along the edge of the stubble field. The rider dismounted and disappeared, like an ant under a small stone. Suddenly the vast drum of the motor ceased, and he looked up quickly. Gray had the ship in a gradual dive to keep flying speed. “T’ll throw her into one and take her out!” he yelled. “Watch.” Brought back to his work with a snap, Dan gripped the sides of the cockpit and watched. Gray cut the motor and brought the nose in the air. For an instant the ship hung there, and then dropped, nose downward, in a sickening swoop. The next instant it was whirling like some tremendous top, screwing earthward with blinding speed. Three, four turns, and then opposite rudder and the stick pushed forward all the way. That terrible spinning stopped and merged into a nose-dive. Back came the stick, easily, and the nose came up. In a moment they were flying level again. But a few months before a tailspin—inevitable result of loss of flying speed—had been considered sure death. Dan took a long breath, and looked down at the heaving earth to get over his dizziness. Suddenly he stiffened, and forgot the sick feeling at the pit of his stomach. He was unaware of the fact that a moment before he had been dizzy and weak, as he reached forward and grasped Gray by the shoulder. The flyer turned, and Dan, his blue eyes blazing with excitement behind his goggles, pointed downward. Gray craned his neck over the side, and banked the ship to see better. TOWER of thin gray smoke, originating apparently at the eastern wall of the little shack, was rising lazily in the air, drifting northwest in the Gulf breeze. The equable instructor, whom it seemed impossible to thrill, nodded. In a flash the nose went high in the air and the motor died away. It was a left-hand spin this time, and the ship corkscrewed downward at a rate that taxed the altimeter to keep up with it. Again the earth spun around drunkenly, and the universe was a screaming chaos. Four turns, and the ship came level, only to topple off the other way. Two thou- sand feet—a thousand. Again the ship righted itself and edged into a tight spiral, which is really but a controlled, shallow spin. The flames could be seen licking the sidewall, now, and Dan could see the riderless horse, still tied to a tree. It was hard to focus his eyes for a while—they turned into acrobats and the earth was like a giant merry-go-round that was gradually slowing. Gray was looking over the ground carefully as_ they dropped to five hundred feet. Dan was watching for the man he had seen enter the house. Why was there no sign of life below? Gray circled the stubble-field which looked plenty smooth enough for a landing, and then cut the motor. He dived until he was three hundred feet high, well north of the stubble- field and the burning house. He headed for the fence which separated the field from the adjoining tract of cotton and went into a steep dive. A hun- dred feet back of it the plane tilted, and with top rudder the flyer sent it downward in a side-slip that killed speed and altitude at the same time. With a skidding swoop that tore the breath from Dan’s nostrils the ship righted and skimmed the fence, going barely fast enough to stay in the air. It dropped to the ground within fifty feet of the fence, without a jar. “Speaking of flying—”’ thought Dan, and then forgot it as he saw a man appear in the doorway of the house, and then disappear , “Thought we might as well see what the lay of the land “YY / Xs,” yelled Gray as he loosened go < his belt. “Come on, Ham- \ ” mond.” Dan was out of the ship just behind the flyer and followed him with long strides as he ran toward the house. The The flyer fell forward, twisting slightly until he hit on his side 37 roof was smoldering now, and the smoke cloud was thicker, although the fire had not yet gotten a good hold on the struc- ture. They were half-way between the tethered horse and the house. GUDDENLY a man popped out of the door, across the tiny veranda, and started running down the vaguely-defined wagon-track on the edge of the field, toward the horse. Under one arm was a small box. “Let’s take a peek at that hombre,”’ suggested Gray, showing neither breathlessness nor particular excitement. “He—he doesn’t act very—natural!’’ panted Dan. They altered their course to intercept the man, who was bellowing something.at them. A holster flapped at his side as he ran with the clumsy gait of a man who seldom used any legs other than those belonging to a horse. They turned still more, until they were running straight for the horse. Fifty yards away from the plunging, frightened pony, Dan saw the man shift the box under his left arm and jerk at the gun in his holster. “Git back, I tell yuh, or-——” Gray’s answer was to increase his speed. ““He—won’t dare shoot——” But he was wrong. Came a spurt of flame and the whine of a bullet. The man was but twenty yards from his horse now, but his running had disturbed his aim. Suddenly he stopped and whirled toward them. Dan was unconscious of danger as his long legs were taxed to keep up with the flying Gray, whose dark face was actually smiling below cold gray eyes. A crack from the pistol, and the flyer fell forward, twisting slightly until he hit on his side. The bullet had spun him around. The heavy-set, sombreroed fugitive turned and bounded toward his horse, satisfied that he had stopped pursuit for the moment. Dan kept on, hardly realizing what had hap- pened. The horseman swept the hanging reins into his hand, and dropped the box as he turned again. 1 “T told yuh t’ stop!” he snarled and threw down his n. Automatically Dan did the thing that saved his life. Ina beautiful tackle he hurled himself forward a good ten feet, straight for the knees of the gunman. Quick, searing pain burnt the side of his head as he hurtled through the air. One broad shoulder hit the knees of the outlaw solidly, and the impact threw him. The horse reared over the two struggling bodies, and his hoofs came down within inches of Dan’s head. Then the frightened animal wheeled and galloped away. The gun had been knocked from the fugitive’s hand in the shock of the tackle, and the short, grim struggle was an even one. Dan was half-blinded by blood as he strove to get a decisive hold on the kicking, clawing body of his foe. He was conscious of a broad, dark, evil face—and of great strength in every muscle of his enemy’s body. The man struck out with his fists, but had no play for his arms, as Dan stayed close, his arms locked around his heavy antagonist in an en- deavor to get him on his back. Clouds of dust obscured the battle, and the contestants were choked and breathless. AN felt cruel fingers at his throat as the outlaw finally heaved himself on top. The cadet had one knee half doubled, and with a last effort he jammed it upward still further. His breath was coming in gasps as he relaxed for an instant and then thrust his knee outward with all his strength. The body of his antagonist was lifted sideward, and with an effort that took every remaining atom of strength in his body Dan broke loose. His eye caught the revolver, and he hurled himself toward it. His hand found it as the outlaw was scrambling to his feet. “Don’t move!” he yelled as the gun came up. For a second the man seemed to hesitate, but the ready weapon looked to be for strictly business purposes in the hands of the bloody, dishevelled Hammond. His helmet had been torn off in the struggle, and his khaki shirt was in rib- bons. His hair was in wild disarray, and one side of his face was covered with blood. The bullet had made an even crease along the side of his head, just above the ear. “Bring him—over here and—and take a look in the house.” It was Gray. Very pale, and swaying slightly, he was standing fifteen feet away, and even as he spoke sank to the ground. His clothing, on the right side, was soaked with blood. “T—I can’t walk but I can hold him with that gun. There may be some- body—in—in the house,”’ Gray said, his lips curved in a crooked smile. “Ts there anybody in there?” demanded Ham- mond of his sullen captive. The man’s little eyes, surrounded by puffsof fat,

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His breath was coming in gasps, but he did not shorten his stride. The roof of the house was blazing slowly, but had not fallen in yet. Dan was as positive as though he had already been in the house that some helpless man would be there, although for the moment he could not con- ceive of any reason for so monstrous a thing. He bounded across the tiny porch and into the thick smoke which poured from the door- way. His tortured lungs sucked in the acrid smoke and he was choking, fighting for breath. ‘Anybody here?” he managed to shout, | trying to pierce the smoke with his eyes. He , ““On—on the floor The voice was almost beneath his feet. He sank to his knees, and gratefully breathed the slightly clearer air near the floor. The heat was terrific as he groped forward until his hands touched the body of a man. H« TOOK a long breath, and got to his feet. Stooping, he got his arms under- neath the body and lifted it. As he staggered toward the door a section of the east wall crumpled in a crackling mass. He laid the body down a few feet from the house, and sank down himself, gulping in the sweet, clean air thankfully. The man he had rescued was tightly bound at ankles and wrists. He was gaunt and gray-haired, and his lantern- jawed face was lined and weather beaten. For a moment it seemed that he had lost conscious- ness, but finally the eyes opened just as Dan was picking him up again. “Where are we goin’?”’ he asked. “Over there—we got the robber, and the fellow with me is hurt Ji ‘“‘Untie me and mebbe I can walk. Bein’ left on the floor I got a little good air and I ain’t so bad off if I am two years older’n this here Napoleon Boneypart. You got creased, I see.” Dan dropped him thankfully. He had been so anxious to return to the wounded Gray that he had forgotten the fact that the old man was tightly bound. The Texan’s puckered eyes rested briefly on the tableau across the field. The outlaw was standing quietly, fifteen feet from the reclining figure of the flyer. The blazing sun flashed from the six-shooter in Gray’s hand. The cabin was nothing but a huge bonfire now. ‘“‘Didn’t see nothin’ of a little box, did yuh, son?’’ he inquired in his soft drawl. “Uh huh, we got it,” grunted Dan as he picked at the knot in the wrist-lashings. “That murderin’ coyote got me roped an’ hogtied and then set the house on fire tuh make me tell where that there little package was. Finally I had to tell ’im, and jest then you flyin’ felluhs come along and scared him off from gettin’ me out. Thank yuh for all yuh done, son. There’s right smart o’ money in that box, and though I’m old I ain’t no han- kerin’ to roast afore my time. I’d better sell the place, includin’ the foundations of a house. Shack ain’t much loss, at that. Older’n I am, it was!” He chuckled, and Dan grinned as his gaze met the squinted, sun-crinkled eyes. “There you are!” he proclaimed, and helped the Texan to his feet. ‘‘ Now let’s see how Lieutenant Gray is——”’ “Shore. We’ll take the rope fur our friend the bonfire man.” Gray, patently holding himself to his task by will-power alone, smiled with pale lips as they came up. Dan held the gun while the rancher tied the captive securely. His eyes narrowed to a line of glinting light as he tight- ened the lashings around the would-be mur- derer’s wrists. “Tf I was ten years younger you wouldn’t never see no jail,’’ he said softly. ‘The last thing you’d remember’d be my bare hands.” He completed his job swiftly, and then he and Dan knelt beside the recumbent Gray. The Texan tore away the clothing gently. It was an ugly wound—the bullet had torn through the flyer’s side. With Dan’s handker- chief and his shirt for a bandage they staunched the blood. “You’d better fly ’im tuh Donovan Field an’ a doctor pronto, son,” said the rancher. Dan’s startled eyes met those of his chief, Gray’s appraising, cool, as always. “Can you do it, Hammond?” For a moment the young cadet hesitated. “Vea, aie.” “T might as well die quick as bleed to death,” BOYS’ LIFE whispered Gray, the ghost of his old jeering smile touching his lips. “‘ Before I—I faint like some woman—listen. I’m sure of your— nerve, but—for the love of Mike remember— your flying speed!” And he lost consciousness. With the aid of the old man he was belted in the front seat of the still idling ship. Dan rescued his helmet and goggles, and climbed in the rear seat. There was plenty of room for a take-off by turning around and taxi-ing back a bit—he knew that. And, though he knew that he was ready to solo, the thought of that inert body ahead of him meant a new responsibility, to say nothing of the realization that for the first time in his short flying career there would be no one to help him. “T’ll take care o’ this hombre—see you to- morruh at the field,” yelled the old rancher in parting, and Dan nodded as he carefully taxied up the field. As he straightened for the take-off he did not dare hesitate, and time was precious. The engine roared wide open as his hand pressed forward on the tick, and the ship started. The boundary fence flashed closer with terrifying speed—this pasture was not Donovan Field by a long shot. With a sob of relief he felt the ship take the air. For a mo- ment of breathless suspense the ship almost stalled as his amateurish hand pulled it too far up, but it picked up speed again as it crossed the fence. Dan forgot Gray, forgot all that had hap- pened and all that might happen, as he hunched over the stick, white with the strain. Not until the altimeter reached five hundred feet did he dare turn northward to Donovan Field. The bank brought the ship around smoothly and with rapidly mounting confidence he headed straight for the field, which was dis- cernible ten miles ahead, the hangars like a broken white fence along its edge. He felt no mistrust of his own powers as he roared up the line of hangars, picked a free strip of the field, and cut the gun for his landing. He leveled off a bit too high, but eased the ship lower in plenty of time and landed with one bounce. Gray would have bawled him out—but he had got down safely, and that, for the moment, was the only thing that counted. As the cadets, instructors and mechanics swarming on the line got a good look at the bloody face, and then took in the significance of the lifeless figure in the front seat, the plane was inundated with a wave of eagerly question- ing men. Dan cut the motor and made a quick explanation. One of the ever-ready ambulances draw up alongside in a jiffy, and both Hammond and the unconscious Gray were borne away to the hospital. The doctor threw a cheery assurance from the rear door as they started away: “Just a loss of blood! Plenty of time to save him—and a bandage for Hammond!” Dan emerged from the hospital in a half- hour with a bandage girding his head, and there were happy, satisfied hours to follow. He thoroughly enjoyed his sudden leap from obscurity into fame, but the main thing was his new-born confidence in himself. The climax was capped that evening when the afternoon papers reached the field and he learned that the prisoner he had captured had confessed to four other crimes, including the automobile hold-ups. They allowed Dan to make a call on Lieutenant Gray that evening and tell him of the new angle to the case. The instructor grinned quizzically, one arm upflung on the pillow. ““Came out fine,’ he granted. “I’m glad I was unable to realize what was going on during the trip home, though. Id have died of heart failure, no doubt.” . Dan felt thoroughly at home under the well- remembered mockery. “Yes, sir,’ he said solemnly. “You did well, though, Hammond. When I come to the end of this vacation, though, I’m going to start pounding a new slogan into your head—hope it doesn’t take as long to get you to carry it out as it did the last one. I'll give you advance warning now. Don’t let nerve grow into conceit, or get up too much speed. Pride goeth before a tailspin!” Dan was a rather unusually level-headed young man, and he had sense enough to realize the truth behind Gray’s words as he thought of them after leaving the hospital. He knew that there were dozens of hours of grinding work ahead, and many nerve-racking mo- ments, before he would even be a good imita- tion of a flyer; and that there were hundreds of hours in the air to be successfully negotiate “d before he could be a pilot in the sense that Gray was. “Tm not proud—but I know I’ve got it in me now! ” he told himself as he entered the barracks. ‘‘And it’s a peach of a game to beat!” April

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BOYS’ LIFE IRATES wwe were far from the mind of Abner Leete as he headed his sloop up for the tur- bulent waters of Plum Gut. He had spent two days in the Peconics, Big and Little, filling up with a cargo of round clams and that day had carried the ebb down by Shelter Is- land, counting on picking up the first of the flood through the Gut and up the sound. The Mercy L., in spite of her rock-like ballast of bivalves, had a slippery keel, and with a fresh southwesterly be- hind her she had sped eagerly on to the point where she might double back up-sound for home. Abner had seen the ship’s sails marching over the low land of Orient Point as she neared the Gut from the Long Island Sound and had mistaken her for a peaceful trader. Now as she slid by the point and water opened up between them, he saw she was a sloop-of-war but too slovenly of appearance to be English. She braced her yards for the Gut. Abner had timed the tide accurately and it was near slack water. So the usual chop that makes up in this deep and narrow passage had sub- sided to black and swirling eddies. The stranger came on with a white smother parting from weather-worn bows. It became apparent that the two vessels would pass midway of the Gut and within a cable’s length of each other if they both held their present courses. But when they were within speaking distance, a short wide figure stepped from beside the helmsman to the bulwark of the sloop-of-war and a big voice boomed out “What cargo!” Startled for the moment at the abruptness of the query, Abner gave no answer. “Ahoy there! What cargo have you?” the big voice boomed again impatiently. Then: “Clams; a holdful!” Abner roared back with an eye for business. The squat man shrugged his shoulders as in disappoint- ment; but then apparently he changed his mind, for he shouted: “Come about and follow me through the Gut. I'll take them off your hands.” Even then the thought that these were pirates did not enter the fisherman’s head. Many a peaceful trader boasted her Long Tom in those days and few pirates had the temerity to carry on their business so near the ports of New York and Boston with the English men-of-war so numerous about. Here was a chance, reasoned Abner, to dispose of his catch at one stroke and return for another, thus escaping a long beat up-sound against the southerly winds. When the ship had cleared him, he put his helm down, came about and stood after her. She would not heave to in those narrow and treacherous waters he knew for lack of sea-room. Once he had her over his bowsprit, he took satisfaction that in this breeze at least the Vercy L. had the legs of her, for she began at once to close in the distance between them. And by the time the sloop-of-war was fairly out into Gar- diner’s Bay and had rounded to, the Mercy L. was close aboard. Abner Leete put his helm down again and shot his craft into the wind and alongside the bigger vessel. A line was thrown him which he made fast and in that sheltered sea the two vessels rubbed sides with little harm to either. His line fast, Abner looked up into a broad dour face over wide shoulders and a short neck. If there was any question that this was the captain of the ship it was answered at once. “Aboard there two or three of you with buckets and pass up those clams,” the stocky man commanded. With alacrity three sailors clambered down the ship’s side to the deck of the Mercy L. But Abner was a Connecticut Yankee and a bargain had to be struck. es a By Edwin Cole Illustrated by John R. Neill “There is the pay to be talked about first, Captain,’”’ he reminded the other. The stocky man above him waved his hand airily. “T’ll make no questions of that, once I like your goods,” he answered. Abner threw back the hatch-cover doubtfully. The three sailors were an ill-favored lot. Indeed they puzzled Abner. For while they wore clothes far above their station in kind and quality, they were none too clean and were sneering of manner and speech. But Abner figured that it were better now to assume their honesty than dispute it. He got down into his fish-pit and passed up buckets loaded with his catch, checking them off the while. These the sailors passed up to their fellows on the ship’s deck until Abner’s hold was empty again. Abner climbed out and put his hatch back on. The three men swarmed back to their own deck. The captain still over- hung the rail. He was eyeing the young fisherman with amuse- ment and made no move to pay. “Tt’s a tidy little vessel you have there, my man,” he ob- served blandly. ““She is that,’’ agreed Abner. even.” “And how much might the little sloop be worth?” queried the captain easily. “She is not for sale,”’ answered Abner. “No, but how much might she be worth?” persisted the other with good nature. “Twenty-five pound would not buy her,’’ answered Abner curtly. “Twenty-five pound?” echoed the other in mock astonish- ment. “TI would not have said so much by half. But you are the gainer. She is yours as the price of the clams.’’ He turned away as though the deal was ended. “Pay me for my clams, robber!’ shouted Abner angrily. The captain was back in a flash. Gone was the good nature. His eyes were hard as steel. Other faces overhung the bulwark and now Abner saw with a sinking heart that all these held the same expression—that of men who take without leave. “Tis a harsh word,” said the captain ominously and slow. “And yet it is true,” he added with a grim smile. ‘ Now cast off, fisherman, before I change my mind and take your boat as well as your cargo.” Then Abner knew these men for what they were, robbers of the sea. He cast off. Above him the captain roared a string of commands. Abner trimmed his own sails as the ship fell off on her course to the south and east. Water opened between them and with every fathom of it grew the fisherman’s relief. Aye, he was lucky to have the Mercy L. left to him by those “You owe me two pounds ‘pirates. Could this be Kidd he had heard so much about? But Kidd was half hero. He robbed the rich India men, not poor fishermen. And he wore fine raiment and had a belt full of pistols. His ship was the great Quad- agh Merchant that he had taken from the Grand Mogul— not this slatternly sloop-of-war. Well, his clams were gone and he must go back and fill his hold again. These pirates had stolen his honest labor if they had left him his sloop. But now the wind headed him and the tide had not come in enough to help. He stood over to- ward Orient Point on the larboard tack and once the water began to shoal and he was out of the swirl of the Gut, he dropped anchor and lowered the sloop’s sails. He would wait here until the tide made more strongly up the bay and in the meantime a good meal might cheer him. While frying fish sputtered in a pan and sent forth appetizing odors, Abner stood half in and half out of the companionway to the sloop’s cabin and watched the pirate sails grow smaller. NCE well clear of Plum Island she had at first laid a course that would fetch Block. Now she had been brought more on the wind and was heading over toward Gardiner’s. What was she up to, Abner wondered? No good purpose at least, he would warrant. Maybe her captain would send a boat ashore and levy toll on the island as he had on him. Then the fish gave evidence of being properly done and Abner descended to his meal. He ate leisurely and enough. With a full stomach, some- what of his chagrin disappeared. He would have the telling of it at least. Not every man could lay alongisde a pirate and come away with his hide intact. He pushed his dishes aside. By this time the pirates should be down into the island. The faint sound of a hail brought Abner to his feet. He thrust a head out of the companionway, fearful for the moment that the pirates had returned despite the fact that he knew they could not have made this speed. The sea was empty. The pirate ship had disappeared around a headland of the island. “Ahoy the sloop!” came the cry more plainly. And then Abner Leete looked shoreward and found the author of it. A man sat a horse on the beach at the edge of the water. He waived his hat as he saw Abner’s gaze on him. Even at this distance he presented a fine figure. His horse drooped under him as though from a long and swift ride. “Come ashore. I would have speech with you,” the fine gentleman commanded. ; Abner Leete stood stolidly watching him. He had experi- enced the whim of one stranger. He had no thought to try that of another. “Send a boat in the King’s name,’’ came the imperious command. Abner stirred uneasily. ‘In the King’s name,” but how was he to know it was in the King’s name? Nevertheless he drew his dingy alongside the sloop and cast- ing off the painter stepped aboard, for he was a lawful citizen and such a command must be obeyed. Yet when he had backed his small boat within a short dis- tance from the shore he rested on his oars just outside the break of the short seas. Here was a gentleman of wig and ruf- fles and fine apparel albeit these were stained with mud and flying lather from his poor beast’s flanks. Moreover while this fine gentleman spoke with an air of authority, yet he had an honest face if an irate one. “‘Saw you a sloop-of-war go through the Gut?” the gentle- man demanded shortly. “ Aye, to my sorrow,” Abner grinned ruefully. “Why to your sorrow?” the other demanded impatiently. April

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Ss? tt ‘7 648 | mead TS FOR ALL BOYS “Tn that he helped himself to my cargo without paying me,” answered Abner. The rider’s face lighted. “That would be he, without doubt,” he said half to himself, and then: ““What was his course?” There was no good reason why Abner should refuse this information. “First he headed for Block Island and then he hauled his wind and stood in to Gardiners,”’ he answered. “And where might Gardiners be?” the other demanded. Abner turned and pointed to the purple hills of the island across the bay. The other gazed in the direction with eyes that sought to ferret out the distant sail. “Think you she stopped then or held on?” he asked. “Stopped, is my guess,’’ answered Abner. “Then we must follow her,”’ said the rider slowly. +‘ Bring your boat ashore.” ITHOUT so much as glancing to see if he was obeyed, the fine gentleman dismounted. First he removed a pair of saddle-bags from the animal’s lathered flanks and placed them carefully on the sand of the beach. Then he un- loosened the saddle and threw this down beside the bags. Lastly he took the bridle from the horse’s head and slapped the animal smartly on the flank. It ambled stiffly up to the marsh grass above the beach and, kneeling, rolled in the dry warm sand. All this Abner had observed without action. ‘Come, I am ready,”’ said the gentleman hastily. “Aye, but I’m not,’’ drawled the fisherman. The gentleman eyed him with disapproval. “Tf it is the pay you need, have no fear,’ said the stranger. “So said the captain of the ship,’’ answered Abner, “until he had got my cargo safe in his hold.” The man on the beach shrugged his shoulders and took from an inside pocket a small bag. From this he poured into the palm of one hand bright pieces of gold that glittered in the light of the lowering sun. “The price of your tub and better,”’ he said with a note of contempt. Abner shook his head. “Of what good if that pirate takes me and the gold, too?” The fine gentleman looked at Abner narrowly. “Does the King’s name mean nothing to you, dolt?” Abner flushed angrily. “Words cost nothing. How am I to know you come in the King’s name?” The man on the beach flushed darkly. “T see I must show you my credentials,’”’ he said. He bent over his saddle, fumbled for a moment and then straightened up. To Abner’s dismay, he held a leveled pistol in either hand. “These are, they,” he called quickly. “Now are you con- tent?” For a moment Ab- ner stared at the round holes of those muzzles. They seemed large enough for one to crawl into. And it would be hard to miss at that dis- tance. Yet Abner had his share of courage and of right- eous anger. He bent to his oars. One deep thrust he gave and then as the blades came out a pistol belched fire. Abner thought at first it was his arm that had caught the bullet and then he saw that the lead had split one blade and it was but the jar of it he had felt. “That was my target. Not your body, fellow. Now will you bring your boat ashore?” came the voice from the beach. White with anger ° Abner backed his small boat through the small seas to the beach and grounded it. “That is better,” said the other coolly. He held the loaded 1924 pistol in his right hand. With the other he waved to his saddle and bridle and bags. “You may put them in the boat and hurry, for you have wasted precious time.” . Sullenly Abner Leete did as he was directed. He placed the equipment in the bow and took his seat again at the oars. The stranger thrust off, and in spite of the cracked oar, they were shortly aboard the sloop. Not before Abner had had opportunity to study this stranger, however, for they sat within a few feet of one an- other. The gentleman had a narrow well-cut face with eyes that bore out Abner’s first estimate of honesty. They were no doubt capable of expressing friendliness, but the late affair had chased any such away. The chin was square and the nose arched. As for age, Abner judged him to be not far from his own which was in the twenties. No words were wasted be- tween them, for the one was proud and the other stubborn, that being Abner. He brought the small boat smartly alongside the sloop and the stranger stepped lightly aboard. Abner was as tense as a bowstring. Slow to anger, the cav- alier treatment he had received that day had set every cor- puscle of roundhead blood aboiling. He made fast the small boat’s painter and threw the saddle and bridle on the deck. “Have a care with those bags,” said the stranger angrily as Abner was about to heave them after. The fine gentleman stood precariously on the narrow after-deck of the sloop. Abner Leete’s temper broke all restraint, overleaped all fear of the remaining bullet. With all the strength of his good right arm, he hurled the bags at their owner. A cry of astonishment and alarm, the pop of the pistol in the air and the splash of the stranger’s body in the sea followed closely one after the other. Abner sprang to the deck of his craft exultantly as the stranger came to the surface. “Now swim back whence you came!” he shouted fiercely. The stranger gave him look for look; but there was some- thing besides in his glance—despair. He pawed wildly about him and sank again. Abner’s exultation changed to per- plexity. The man could not swim! More slowly his head appeared out of the sea again. The very desperateness of his struggles pulled him down. Then he shot a grim glance at Abner. ““You—win!”’ he gasped and went under again. HEN Abner launched his long body from the counter and cleft the sea. Through the blur of salt water he saw his late enemy and brought him to the surface. The stranger grasped him. Maybe he thought Abner had come to make sure of his vengeance. More likely it was the instinct to save himself. Down they both went again and Abner made no haste to come up for he was leng of wind and the other was near spent. When they did come to the surface, all fight was gone from the other and Abner himself was blowing. He seized the other by his dampened hair and fought the tide ae f 4 “T have my enemies,” Kidd was saying 4 to the small boat which had drifted out to the length of its painter. A minute of rest and Abner had climbed aboard this and pulled his half-drowned captive after. Thence he got him aboard the sloop, and here in the wide cockpit he drained the water from him and brought him back to life until presently the other sat up weak and sick, eyeing Abner strangely. ““You—saved my life,’ he said wonderingly. “Aye. After first near taking it,’”’ Abner grunted. There was nothing to fear in the other now. His pistols were gone and he was no match in strength for the fisherman. “When you are recovered, I will put you ashore.” The other eyed him steadily. ‘Unless I mistake my man,” he answered slowly, “you will do nothing of the kind.” Abner frowned. ‘And why not?” he demanded with a curiosity he could afford in view of the other’s helpless condition. “Because I said the truth when I told you I was on the King’s errand,” he replied patiently. “That one who maltreated you is the pirate, Kidd. He is on his way to Boston to yield him- self up in hope of pardon. But before that he will hide his loot. It is my errand—and yours to learn where.” Abner eyed the stranger suspiciously. ‘And how comes it you know all this?’”’ he demanded shrewdly. “His ship has been at anchor in Oyster Bay. His messenger has been in New York. That messenger I was assigned to fol- low and the ship in its course up the Sound when, his messenger aboard, he set sail.” There was truth in the stranger’s eyes that made his words ring true. But Abner hesitated. He had little more than his sloop and his sloop was his livelihood. Once this was lost he had not the wherewithal to purchase another. The other read his thoughts. “I will pay you well, if we fail,” he said. “And if we win,’’ he added slowly, “the reward is one-tenth of what is recovered.”’ “And if Kidd takes us—?” queried Abner grimly. Again came that sharp shrug of the shoulders. “T had taken you for a man of more spirit,’’ was all the stranger said. But it was enough. Abner flushed. “It is a bargain,” he answered, “for I have a score of my own to settle.” Presently anchor up and sails hoisted, the Mercy L. stood out into the bay toward the distant island. Now the wind fell light and the tide flooded strongly against them. Night had fallen as they neared the Island. In the lee of this the wind deserted entirely and to hold their own against the tide, Abner had to lower sail and drop anchor. No sign had there been of the pirate vessel, but that was not strange, for the high shores hid what was around the point. “We must go on in the small boat,” said the stranger decisively, and Abner, his sloop safe in this lee, agreed. He wrapped cloths around the oars at the locks to deaden the sound and the two set out following the line of the shore. UT when they had come near the point, Abner pulledin tothebeach. “Better to cross afoot than to take the chance of the boat being seen,” he argued. To this his companion agreed. They landed on a white beach and pulled the small boat out of the reach of the tide. Then up through sand and close-growing cedars, they climbed to the crest of the island. They had __ their reward, for below them, in a little har- bor, they made out a dark hull with a sin- gle light aboard it. Speering aloft were the masts of a ship. Abner’s compan- ion exclaimed in sat- isfaction: ‘‘A good day’s work,” he said; “but we must get closer to be sure.” So they made their way down hill now through the scented cedars until they came suddenly upon a clearing, and in the center of this, look- ing out on the sea, a house with lighted windows.

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The Savage Spo roun lue barre uine American stock, varnish finis tol grip, five-shot int changeable magazine, easy, sure loading ac tion—now made in three calibers Model 23A. .22 cal. $19.50 Model 23B. .25-20 cal. $23.50 Model 23C. .32-20 cal. $23.50 a Kill murderous reptiles With your Savage Sporter “Yes, and no,’’ answered his companion. | Abner had neverset foot on this island before, | although he had sailed along its shores, nor had he known of the house. As for his companion, | he had never so much as heard of the island, it seemed. “T wish we had your pistols now,” pered Abner ruefully. whis- ‘My orders are to spy upon this fellow, Kidd, not to pistol him, although that might be done in self-defense. Come,’’ he-added, “‘ vou have seen him on his ship and I have not. We will creep close to the windows and make sure of him.” Crouching, often on hands and knees, the two stole across the clearing to the nearest lighted window of the house. An unfurnished room of cedar logs met their gaze. In one cor- ner blazed a fire, for a coolness swept in off the sea. A tall candle sat in its holder on a table. Beside it stood a squat bottle and glasses and toasting their shins at the fire sat two men. Abner nudged his companion sharply, for one of them was the captain of the sloop-of-war. And now Abner heard the rumble of the familiar voice through a broken pane. It was different in tone than he had last heard, it to be sure, suave and bland and friendly. “T have my enemies,’ Kidd was saying. “What good man has not? They call me pirate, those that sent me out to do this thing. But my fault is that I am not pirate enough. I have not taken enough gold to meet their fancy.” He threw a sharp glance about the room and the two men at the window shrank back for fear he had become aware of their presence. But it seemed he had not. He bent nearer his com- panion and the listeners had to strain their ears to catch his words. “‘T needs must have an anchor to windward,” he went on. “My liberty, perhaps my life, hinges upon it. Once my enemies have all my gold then my neck becomes brittle indeed. But when the head knows where the treasure is, more care is taken of the neck that supports it,” grimly. Then slowly, “I would leave with you, my friend, something of this treasure in safe keeping.” HERE he is—squirming round in that patch of grass! Blow his head off with your Sporter! No shots wasted with a Savage Sporter it shoots right where you aim—every time. No time wasted either—you release the safety as you bring up your rifle —with the finger of the shooting hand. And look at that smooth-working bolt half cock when you open it—full cock when you drive it home—just glides along. Loads quickly, too—push in a mag- azine of five cartridges —when you’ve shot them up, slip out the old maga- zine and slip in another. Or if you’re keen for slide actions —there’s the Savage Model 14 — with an easy-sliding trombone that pumps a regular stream of bullets. Built with a sturdy solid breech and top. Nothing can get in to jam the action. For plugging bull$ eyes or knocking over pests you can’t beat a Savage .22 repeater. Ask at your dealfr’s or write us direct tod interesting catalgg. SAVAGE ARMS CORPORATIG Dept. 355 Utica, N. YJ Owners and % Operators of the J Stevens Arms Company Model 14 — Savage .22 | Repeater Solid breech solid top-—-no exposed | parts. Sturdy and ac curate. And now Kidd’s eyes were on the other’s as though boring into his very soul. This man, an honest islander to all appearances, had the air of one under a charm. He stared back at Kidd a bit wildly and then nodded his head. “T will hold it in trust for you,” he said. Captain Kidd slapped him heartily on the knee. “Then the quicker the better,” he exclaimed and he got to his feet. Abner did not need the tug at his arm the other gave him. It was time they were going. Crouching they ran for the shelter of the cedars and were barely within the darkness when a door opened and Kidd stepped forth in the light and made his way down toward the shore. “Well, what now?” demanded Abner of his companion. “Escape. Nothing more,” said the other gleefully. “This islander will yield his secret at the proper time and with the proper argu- ment. It remains for us to get safely back with the news.” Abner would rather have waited to see the treasure in substance, but the other was a soldier. He must carry out his orders to the letter. So they made their way back to the lee- ward side of the island and, finding their small boat, got aboard the sloop. Still the sea was windless, but with the return of the flood in the small hours of the morning, came the wind from the East. They raised the anchor and hoisted sail. By daybreak they were clear of the island and nearing the Gut. It was just as well, con- cluded Abner, for moving slowly out from the island were the distant sails of the ship. There is little more to the tale. Of all the gold that the pirate Kidd concealed, none is known to have been found save that he left on Gardiner’s Island. That this would not have been recovered save through the efforts of Abner and his companion, the governor’s spe- cial agent, is evidenced by the generous reward that came to Abner Leete as his share. If it was no fortune, it was yet enough to make the fisherman ponder for many a day upon how present adversity may mean future good fortune. How to Build a Canoe (Concluded from page 24) BOYS’ LIFE Beat ’em all with Auto-Wheel OU can beat ’em all, race or no race, if you are “driving” an Auto-Whee]— the speediest boys’ coaster. Winning is dead easy. Only another Auto-Wheel can give you any competition. It’s the self-contained, friction-reducing roller bearings which make an Auto-Wheel Coaster go so easily that it seems to be running itself. But roller bearings are only one of the many superior features in the Auto-Wheel Coaster. Some of the other features are: rubber-tired disc wheels (3 largest models have over-size tires); steel-tired disc or wood spoke wheels if desired; all wheels interchangeable; hound brace; hand brake; special hub cap and locking pin; sides mortised as well as nailed. Every one is a reason why live boys prefer the Suto Wheel Coasters and Auto-Carts Write for Catalog which shows all models of the Auto-Wheel and also all models of the Auto-Cart, the Auto-Wheel’s junior com- panion for your little brother and sister. If you send the names and addresses of three local coaster wagon dealers telling which ones sell the Auto-Wheel, we will give you a year’s subscription FREE to the “‘ Auto- Wheel Spokesman,” a dandy little maga- zine for a boy like Sato-Cart you. AUTO-WHEEL COASTER CO., Inc. North Tonawanda, N. Y. of any of the carpenters who put down hard- wood floors. These strips are 2 inches wide by 1% inch thick. They may be of red cedar, spruce, ash, birch, or any wood available that will not warp and which has no knots or blemishes in it. These are to be fastened to the frame as shown in Fig. 17. The ends of the gunwales are made fast to the stems, both bow and stern, and may be fastened on with screws. The point is to make them snug and secure. The other strips are put temporarily in place and evenly spaced between the gunwales and the bottom of the -boat. These strips are used to give form to the ribs and may be re- moved after they have served their purpose. The gunwales are the long pieces on the top of the sides ‘of the canoe. If the strips are not firm enough tack two strips together, one over the other, thus making one piece 14 inch thick. If necessary three or even four such pieces may be fastened together until the gunwale is one inch thick, but in this case do not put the extra pieces on until after the canvas is fastened on the frame. Fasten them firmly but temporarily to the framework and to the molds and see that they fit neatly in the offsets on top of the molds. Let the ends of the gun- wales meet at the stem and the stern, as shown by Figs. 13, 14, 16; fasten the ends securely and permanently to the stem pieces (Fig. 16). The ribs are now put in place (Fig. 109). First put the center rib on the upper side of the temporary keel (Fig. 18). Nail it securely to the false keel but do not drive the nails home— leave enough standing to make it easy to insert the claw of a hammer beneath the head and remove it when all is ready. Bend the ends of the ribs gently until they fit inside the gunwale (Fig. 18). Nail the ends of the ribs to the gunwales, using one-inch galvanized brads for the purpose. As soon as all the ribs are in place, remove the side strips A B and C, Fig. 17. In order to further stiffen your craft put a strip 2 inches wide and about 1% inches thick and long enough to reach from stem tc stern and be lap-jointed to the stem and stern piece as was the false keel (Figs. 9, 13 and 14). Now make fast the crossbars, of rock mapleif it can be procured, if not, some other tough wood. The dimensions of the crossbars are 2 inches by 78 inch and long enough to fit the canoe (Figs. 20 and 19). Usean awl to make holes in the crossbars and the gunwales and with copper wire lash these in place just as the Indians did with roots on their birch bark canoes (Fig. 20). Canvas For a 15-foot canoe use No. 10 seamless cotton canvas; for a canoe 16 feet or more use No. 8 seamless canvas, of sufficient width to cover the bottom and sides of the canoe. Fold the canvas lengthwise so as to find its exact center and crease it-like you would your trousers. Lay the canvas on evenly the length of the boat with the crease of center-line along the center of the keel. With the assistance of a helper pull it as taut as may be from stem to stern, and using four-ounce tinned or copper tacks, tack the center-line to the stem and stern. If this has been done carefully the cloth will hang an equal length over each side of the canoe. Set three or four tacks lightly along the center of the bottom of the canoe, but do not drive the tacks down to their heads because they are only put there temporarily. Begin amidship and drive tacks lightly about two inches apart along the gunwale, say an inch below the top surface. After having tacked it for about two feet, go to the other side of the boat, pull the cloth taut, and in the same manner tack about three feet. Continue this process first on one side and then the other until finished. While stretching the cloth work and knead it with your hand and fingers so as to thicken or “fall” it where it would otherwise wrinkle; by doing this carefully it is possible to stretch the canvas smoothly over the frame without the necessity of cutting ic. The cloth that extends beyond the frame may be brought over the gunwale and tacked along the inside. The canvas is now stretched on every part except on the bow and stern. With a pair of shears carefully slit the canvas from the outer edge of the bow and stern to within a half inch of the ends of the keel. Fold the right-hand flap thus made at the left-hand end around the bow and stern, and drawing tight, cut away the surplus canvas and glue the flap down. Heat powdered glue and water in a double boiler, apply a thin coat of glue with a paint brush; after the boat is painted and varnished there will be no danger of the glue softening. Next fold the left-hand flap over the right-hand side and glue it in a similar manner, trimming off the remaining cloth neatly. If there be any wrinkles the lightly set tacks can be removed and jeset; if not, all tacks may now bedrivenhome. Now that the canvas is all snug and stretched, tack on the other strips of gunwale over the canvas covered pieces. Ralph Dexter, tenor-banifist with Lou Gold’s famous Wig- }} wam Orchestra, New k, y who uses a the New Gibso e. Pleasyre, RHpulargty, Profit with the Few Mastertone The most #markaPleftenoganjo in the world, be- cause it congpines mgbrdisn parkle, and volume with a new musiggl quafty ¢£g#ne. Many exclusive Gibson features m@Re th@Ne; astertone easier to play; give greater mufigal sfti ion. We're swigg new cycle in music with banjos and other String insgtuments to the fore. The famous orchestrasfhavg complete Gibson sections. Great de- mand for playfrs gpens wonderful opportunities for you. 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ic ti is is - wee Y ow ye i ent FOR ALL BOYS The Patriotic Pilgrimages PATRIOTIC pilgrimages formed a distinctive feature of this year’s Anniversary Week celebration and made the 1924 birthday ceremonies memorable in the annals of Scouting. The idea underlying the visits of the country’s half million scouts to the homes or resting places of those who have contributed to America’s welfare and progress was to renew in the minds and hearts of scouts the memory of the distinguished and noble deeds of an older generation. During the week many troops visited spots commemorating or associated with America’s great men. And standing at attention at these na- tional shrines, .the scouts silently recommitted themselves to the Scout Oath and Law. The following is a partial list of places to which pilgrimages were made: Albany Scouts visited the grave of Chester A. Arthur. Quincy, Mass., Scouts visited the graves of John Adams and John Quincy Adams. Springfield, Ill., Scouts honored the tomb of Lincoln and visited his old home in Salem, where Ann Rutledge’s cabin still stands. Worcester, Mass., Scouts made a Valley Forge pilgrimage and visited the homestead of Israel Putnam. Knoxville, Tenn., Scouts paid tribute to Andrew Jackson and David Crockett, both buried at Greenville, ‘Tenn. Elmira, N. Y., Scouts made their way to the grave of Samuel L. Clemens. Nassau County, N. Y., Scouts held services at the grave of Theodore Roosevelt at Oyster Bay. Washington, D. C., Scouts took their annual pilgrimage to the tomb of Washington at Mount Vernon. Pittsburgh, Pa., Scouts paid a visit to the old Block House built by the English while Pitts- burgh was still a trading post, and honored the home of Stephen C. Foster, author of “My Old Kentucky Home,” “Old Black Joe,” and other melodies familiar and dear to all Americans. Spokane, Wash., Scouts visited the site of the old Spokane House, the first settle- ment in the Inland Empire, established by the Northwest Company in 1810, and taken over by the Hudson Bay Company in 1821. The boys will later erect a permanent memorial on this site. Marietta, Ohio, Scouts visited the land- ing place of the 48 pioneers in northwest territory, the place where the territory was organized and the earthmarks of the mound- builders. Radio Programs ERE you “listening in” to the unusually fine programs that were broadcast during , Anniversary Week? The following program which was given from WEAF in New York City is typical of other programs broadcast throughout the country. Friday, February 8, Reading of the “Scout Oath and Law,” and address by Colin Living- stone, President, Boy Scouts of ae 8 es Part of impressive ceremony at St. Louis, Mo., when 1,680 new Boy Scouts took part in a tenderfoot ini ceremony before 4,000 other Scouts, and over 10,000 friends ds by James E. West, Chief Scout vestiture . Executive mal the work, educating the public to the danger of forest fires, and posting roads, streams and forests with literature warning the public to be careful of fires. Changes in Requirements An important meeting of the Committee on Badges, Awards, and Scout Requirements occurred on February 13. The following rec- ommendations of the Committee were ratified by the Executive Board the same evening. Handicraft The name of this merit badge was changed to Handiman, and the requirements were amended to read: 1. Paint a door, or piece of furniture. . Whitewash ceiling. 3. Repair gas or electric fittings, sashcord, window, and door fastenings. 4. Replace gas mantles, or elec- tric light bulbs, fuse, plugs and washers. . Solder. . Hang pictures and curtains. - Repair window shades. . Fix curtains, portiére rods, or blind fixtures. . Lay carpets or mend clothing and upholstery. 10. Repair furniture and china, 11. Sharpen knives. 12. Repair gates or sagging doors. 13. Fix screens .on windows and doors. tN or kalsomine a amr Qn A Photography The requirements for the merit badge in photography were revised “Why People Believe in Scouting,” by James served for our common good, I do hereby pledge — to read: I. West, Chief Scout Executive. 100 Medals for Forestry NE hundred gold medals for meritorious forest protection service _ per- formed in 1923 were recently made available as awards to Boy Scouts of Penn- sylvania by the Department _ of Forests and Wa- ters. Twenty thousand Boy Scouts are now ranked with the department as forest guides. Be- fore a scout can become a guide he must sign the following pledge: “Believing as a Boy Scout that every citizen should endeavor to see that our forests, together with their wild life and plant life, should be protected and éon« The Boy Scouts of Springfield paid tribute to Abraham Lincoln on Feb, 12th, by a pilgrimage to the tomb of the Emancipator America. Salurday, February 9, address “Blazing the Trail for the Scout” broadcast by Franklin K. Mathiews for Walter Camp. Sunday, February 10, Religious Program including the coopera- tion of the Federal Council of Churches. Monday, February 11, address “Scouting and Education,” . by John H. Finley, Associate Editor, N. Y. Times, and Chairman, Com- mittee on Education. Tuesday, February 12, address “International Aspects of Scouting,” by Mortimer L. Schiff, International Commissioner. Wednesday, February 13, address “Why Boys Like Scouting,” by Daniel Carter Beard, National Scout Commissioner. Thursday, February 14, address 1924 myself to do nothing wilfully or carelessly to injure any forest tree, wild plant, wild bird or harmless animal, to do all in my power to protect and con- serve the same, to urge others to do likewise, and to prevent and extinguish forest fires.”’ For each year of service as a guide the scout is given a bar bear- ing the numerals of the year, and this bar is at- tached to the guide button worn on _ his blouse. Award of the medals is based on the following activities of the scout: Removing conditions which constitute a forest fire hazard, detecting and reporting forest fires, fighting forest fires and enlisting the help of other persons in ; ~ National Photos ‘ Group of Washington, D. C., Eagle Scouts present to President Coolidge greetings from all their Brother Scouts the - country over. The meeting was arranged by Colin H. Livingstone, President of the Boy Scouts of America 1. Have a knowledge of the principles of camera construction, what the camera lens does, of the effect of light upon the sensitive film and the action of de- velopers. 2. Have a knowledge of the principal uses of photography. 3. Recognize by examination an under, over, and correctly exposed negative. 4. Make six consecutive correctly exposed negatives of the following subjects: Landscapes, Persons or Animals, In- teriors, Buildings. . Submit one print of good average quality on developing out paper from each of the above negatives, and have a knowledge of the printing papers used. on Athletics HE following standard for boys under 95 pounds was approved: 1. Running Broad Jump........ 11 ft. 8 in. Running High Jump... ..... 3 ft. 6 in. Standing Broad Jump........ 6 ft. 3 in. Standing High Jump......... 3 &. ee fe ee 4-5 sec 100 ** 7 See 15 sec. GO POCALO FACE. 6 ody, 5 ooo eo oo 28 SEC. ee | a .18 2-5 sec BOG Sl ep ciiSh ies cio nes 4o sec Pk eee ee 5 times 6 lb. shot put........26 ft. Push up from floor g times Rope climb 18 ft...... 17 sec. Textiles ‘THE following Textile Require- ments were adopted: 1. (a) Identify a piece of woolen cloth. (b) Identify a piece of worsted cloth. (c) Identify a piece of cot- ton cloth. (d) Identify a piece of silk cloth. (e) Identify a piece of artificial silk cloth. Submit a collection of samples. State how he would distinguish each of the above. 2. (a) Know the physical proper- ties (appearance) in the raw state of wool, worsted, cotton, silk and arti- ficial silk. (b) Knowhow yarnsmade from these fibers differ in their character, and state the means by which he would distinguish between them,

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44 [°A National Institution Established 102 Years — frowning King &o.— Official BOY SCOUT Outfitters in these Cities: BROOKLYN NEW YORK Fulton St. at DeKalb Ave. 1265 Broadway BUFFALO OMAHA 571-5 Main St. Cor. 15th & Douglas Sts. CHICAGO PITTSBURGH 12-14 W. Washington St. 439-41 Wood St. MILWAUKEE PROVIDENCE 2-12 Grand Ave. Westminster & Eddy Sts. ST. LOUIS 7th and St. Charles New Spring Models for Boys and Young Men At All Browning King Stores BOSTON 407 Washington St. BROOKLYN, N. Y. Fulton St. at DeKalb Ave, BUFFALO 571 Main St. CHICAGO 12-14 W. Washington St, CINCINNATI 4th & Race Sts. ( LEVELAND 419 Euclid Avenue Euclid Ave. at 107th St. DENVER 1624-30 Stout St. DETROIT Washington Blvd. at Grand River KANSAS CITY Grand Av. & 11th St. MILWAUKEE 2-12 Grand Ave. MINNEAPOLIS Nicollet at Fifth St. NEW YORK CITY 1265 Broadway at 32nd St. OMAHA Cor, 15th & Douglas Sts. PHILADELPHIA 1524-6 Chestnut St. PITTSBURGH 439-441 Wood St. PROVIDENCE Westminster & Eddy Sts. ST. PAUL Bs at Sixth St. . LOUIS 7th & St. Charles SE! ATTLE 2nd Av. & University St. | } | | | | | | be used, and the kind of cloth |} that would be made. | which are harder, and A | miniature eagle pin, to | ately under the point of | pated. |the eight years | 3. Distinguish between a woven fabric and a knitted fabric, and state which wears the better and why. 4. State how wool, cotton and silk are grown, and name the principal sources of supply of each. 5. Outline the different operations that would be used in converting some fiber into cloth. Name the machines that would Report whether data for this test are gathered from visits toa factory or from texts. 6. Produce a sample and tell what properties a good piece of cotton or woolen wearing apparel should possess. 7. State what the size numbers of yarn sig- |nify. Illustrate with at least two samples. 8. State which fibers are easier to dye and explain why in each case. 9. Name the two prin- cipal sources of dye- stuffs. Insignia N embroidered cloth badge is to be pro- vided identical with the be worn on the pocket of the uniform immedi- | the pocket. The present musi- cian’s badge is the in- signia for musicians of every kind, and the same will be made available in cloth; all other badges | used for this purpose will be discontinued. A cloth badge consisting of a wheel and a | key of appropriate design, is to be provided for ° > quartermasters of troops and camps, which is |to be worn immediately under the badge of class or the commissioned officers’ insignia. A certificate will be issued to expert exam- iners, these examiners are to be registered with the National Council and are to be granted the right to wear the uniform with the local coun- cil or troop committeeman’s badge upon the issuance of said certificates. The badge for members of the National Court of Honor, as submitted by Mr. Daniel Carter Beard, was approved. E-x-service men in the Boy Scouts of America will be allowed to wear the service badge or honor medals received from any government. Scout Memorial Service for Woodrow Wilson Local Boy Scout Councils throughout the United States were urged to cooperate with other organizations in memorial services to the late Woodrow Wilson. \ special Boy Scout Memorial Service was held March 7th in which many local councils partici- During he acted as Hon- orary President of the Boy Scouts of America, Mr. Wilson was an unusually sym- pathetic and helpful friend. He had a keen appreciation of what Scouting is accomplishing in character-building and citizenship training. An educational authority himself, he realized | the value of Scouting as an educational supple- ment of great value. | To the boys of America, Woodrow Wilson | will always be a figure of heroic proportions. He was our great War President. During the | trying years of conflict, he guided the destinies of the Nation. His health broke under the strain of his public duties, and his life was a final sacrifice to the service of his country. Troop Two of Perth Amboy, New Jersey, have dedicated their troop in honor of this great American and are known as the Woodrow Wilson troop. Help Save Our Forests HE Annual Forest Protection Week occurs April 21-27. As before, scouts are asked | to help. Three-fifths of the timber of the Boy Scouts of Chicago, 700 strong, Lincoln’s Birthday, with appropriate ceremonies The Lafayette Troop, French Boy Scouts, who will soon make a trip to America BOYS’ LIFE country is gone already. We are now using up what is left over four times as fast as we grow it. Worse than that, we are burning up millions of dollars’ worth of timber every year through forest fires. The record for five years was 56 million acres. Human carelessness caused 8o per cent. of this loss. President Coolidge wants everyone to help, and the forests are so close to the heart of every Boy Scout that you will all be glad of a chance to do this good turn. Cooperate with your scoutmaster in every way; in addition, do some of these following. things on your own initiative. Give a talk in school, or to your Mothers’ Clubs, or to Dad’s Business Club; dis- tribute posters (you can get them from the Bureau of Forestry from Wash- ington, D. C.); give an exhibition of the right way to build a fire, and put it out, before every organi- zation you can. I urge every Boy Scout to take part in this nation-wide campaign. Salute the Lafayette Troop! N France there is a troop of French scouts to whom every Boy Scout in America will be glad to extend the good scout left handclasp. These boys were victims of the war, and were saved by the efforts of American soldiers and American friends. Before long they are coming to visit their American brothers, the Boy Scouts of America. Their home and troop headquarters are the Chateau Chavagniac, birthplace of that fa- mous general Lafayette who came from France to help our soldiers in the war for Independence. Now French Boy Scouts are there learning to be good citizens, with the help of American training and American methods. There are about 250 children there. In addition to the scout troop, there is a group of younger boys who are eagerly waiting for their twelfth birthday so that they can take the tenderfoot tests. Miss Clara Perry, driver of an ambulance, first took charge of them. Dur- ing the war, these children were brought in from the fields and streets, dazed, friendless, hungry and cold, often actually wounded. Many had seen their parents killed before their very eyes. Generous-hearted soldiers of our A. E. F. helped to put the Chateau in condition; friends from America have continued the work. And here isan interesting point. These good men and women knew from actual ex- perience what scouting is doing for the boys in America, and they decided that the best way to rehabilitate these French boys, to train them and to develop them into good citizens, was to make scouts of them. Soon these scouts are coming over here to meet the Boy Scouts of America and to study for a year industries such as steel works, ship building, banking, etc. The Directress of the School, Madame Le Verrier, is in America now. She arrived on February 24th, and was met at the dock by five of the American officers who had helped the French boys during the war. Boy Scouts of Greater New York have planned an impres- sive ceremony of greeting to this friend of French boyhood. also observed Impressive Ceremony in St. Louis N St. Louis I experienced one of my great- est thrills since the development of the Scout Movement. Sixteen hundred and sixty- eight lads, duly registered through a well or ganized Round- Up Campaign, thoroughly trained, participated in an impressive Investi ture Ceremony before an audience of four thousand scouts of longer membership; ard A pril ead

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to ou m of h- ve he il- Vv rt de od nd ng Oy eir ur nd at to to to om ns, ke m. its he of ies tc, Le on by ed its es- of FOR ALL BOYS over ten thousand friends of scouts, parents, and other adults. The ceremony took place in the wonderful Coliseum Building, and marked an event which made a lasting impression upon all who took part. Imagine the enthu- siasm when Hon. Arthur M. Hyde, the Gov- ernor of the State of Missouri, took the Oath, just like these lads, as a tenderfoot scout. Certainly the St. Louis Council and Mr. Earle W. Beckman, their scout executive, and the large groups of men he has recruited for leader- ship, deserve great credit for this most mar- velous accomplishment. The sixteen hundred and thirty-eight new scouts involved the organization of forty new troops, making a grand total of five thousand and sixty-four scouts, now in good standing in St. Louis. Indeed, the thoroughness with which this Round-Up was planned and has been carried through, and the comprehensive nature of the program has made such an impression upon me that I earnestly hope that other com- munities will seriously consider this method of further extending the influence of the Scouting Program. Kansas City, Mo., and a number of other large centers have carried out programs somewhat similar, with great success. While the program referred to the event as a Circus, it was really an Educational Demon- stration of Scouting in the most complete form I have ever witnessed. Due emphasis was placed on the importance of the Scout Oath and Law, the Daily Good Turn, and the character building possibilities of Scouting. The .program moved with a precision that would have done credit*to an experienced show- man. No room was found for athletic events or other activities foreign to our own Scouting Program, except a very appropriate amount of humor, added by a so-called “DUMB- BELL” Troop and a number of clever stunts by boys acting as clowns. It would be splendid if every city in the country could carry out a program of this character. I am sure it would help us in reach- ing the million mark in membership of the Boy Scouts of America. Mr. Clarence H. Howard, the President of the local council, and member of our National Executive Board, and Col. H. D. McBride, and the other splendid men who are serving Scouting in a volunteer capacity in St. Louis, are supporting Mr. Beckman in his efforts to extend the benefits of Scouting ina practical fashion. Mr. Beckman began to lay the foundation of this big achievement shortly after his coming * to St. Louis, through the very carefully planned campaign of education which was followed by the organization of a Scout Leaders’ Training Course. What better method could there possibly be, for giving these boys, recruited through the Round-Up, a thorough understanding of what Scouting actually is? The interest and enthusiasm shown in the eager faces of these newly recruited scouts, as they watched the more experienced scouts carry out the program, certainly led me to appreciate the great value of this method of not only providing interest for scouts, their friends, and the general public, but actually giving instruction to the newly enrolled scouts in a graphic manner. Be Kind to Animals Week FROM April 6 to April 12 is “Be Kind to Animals Week.” Every scout will want to do some special good turn to our dumb friends during this week, and will co-operate with the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Ani- mals. Why not select this week for a pet animal show? Or an exhibit of bird houses? If opportunity offers, give a demonstration of first aid to animals in your school. At troop meetings you will, of course, want to give a special demonstration. Look in your telephone directory for the address of the Headquarters of the Society. Visit them and learn what they are doing and how you can help. If you live in or near New York City, be sure to visit their splendid animal hospital, with its well equipped operating room, sick ward and convalescent rooms. No scout would be guilty of the cowardice of actual cruelty to the dumb creatures in his care. But perhaps we do not seek out enough opportunities to be kind. Let us take advan- tage of this week from April 6—April 12 to prove especially our sixth Scout Law. The New York Headquarters of the S. P. C A. are at Madison Avenue and 26th Street. Write them and ask how you as a Boy Scout can help. Itinerary of the Chief Scout Executive HAVE had the pleasure of attending a number of interesting conferences and meetings since my last report. On December 31, Region 1 tendered a testi- 1924 monial luncheon to Mr. R. N. Berry, on the occasion of his retirement as Regional Execu- tive. We regret losing Mr. Berry after his years of faithful service to the Movement as Regional Executive, but rejoice that he is to remain in Scouting as an executive. January 2nd, it was my privilege to be among the speakers at a luncheon conference of Boys’ Work Executives in New York City. January 15th, I attended the annual meeting of the Lancaster, Pa., Council, and delivered an address on ‘“‘The Worthwhileness of Scout- ing to the Community.” The Albany, N. Y., Council held a most inspiring Annual Meeting on January 16th. The ‘unusual record of the Albany scouts in community service is one of which the Council is justly proud. I was happy to visit them on this occasion. The Annual meeting of the Detroit, Mich. Council occurred January 21st. Detroit for some time has been noted for the splendid co- operation which the Board of Education is giving to the Boy Scout Movement through the Public Schools. It is always a genuine pleasure to meet our good friends in Detroit, and to note the progress that Scouting is mak- ing there. The progress of our work in the Middle West continues healthy. On January 22nd and 23rd occurred the Mid-West Conference on Camp- ing at Aurora, in which it was my pleasure to participate. I also attended an enthusiastic meeting of the Council at South Bend, Ind. On January 24th and January 25th and 26th, it was my privilege to address the Chicago councils on the occasion of their annual meeting. On February 7, the Kiwanis Club of Kansas City, Missouri, were my most gracious hosts. The Kiwanis are considering the further de- velopment of the question of Scouting and the underprivileged boy, through an assistant scout executive. On February 8, at Jefferson City, Mo., oc- curred an interesting ceremony. Governor Hyde was inducted as a tenderfoot scout. From Jefferson City I went to St. Louis, and witnessed the impressive ceremony which is described elsewhere. From the high-powered radio station there it was my pleasure to ad- dress friends of Scouting over a wide area. In connection with my visit to the field for the various Anniversary Week celebrations I want to invite attention particularly to the remarkable demonstration of interest in radio by ‘the Boy Scouts of Kansas City. Seventeen hundred of the scouts of Kansas City crowded into the high school hall for a most impressive Anniversary Week ceremony, during which there was as fine an exposition of the Scout Oath and Law as I have ever heard by’scouts. Incidental to my talk I asked how many of the boys present had radios that they had made themselves. Over a thousand boys stood up. Surely those of us who are scouts are not only interested in this modern invention but are applying the usual scout practice to learning by doing. Lincoln, Nebraska A™ YTHER most noteworthy affair was the Scout and Father Dinner at Lincoln, Nebraska, where over thirteen hundred boys and men overcrowded the basement of the Masonic Temple there. Certainly the Scout Organization in Lincoln deserves credit for their program. Here, too, there was a splendid interpretation of the Scout Oath and Law and what it means to the future of America. I wish space permitted me to comment on all of the places visited in the Middle West. Each place gave a good account of itself. Milwaukee Celebrates AN IMPORTANT feature of the Anniversary Week celebration in Milwaukee was their third annual Father and Son Banquet given by the Milwaukee Council. More than 2,000 boys and fathers filled the banquet hall, ex- ceeding previous records by more than 600. A banner was offered as a prize for the most novel troop. Demonstrations of scout work were given on a stage. A group of Seascouts erected a derrick capable of lifting a 600-pound barrel. Neckerchief drill was another feature. Addresses were made by Arthur H. Anger, president of the local council, and other council members and scouts. The Knights of Columbus Co-operate A NEWLY organized training course for scoutmasters will be held at the Catholic Summer School on Lake Champlain, July 3- 12. This course will be under the charge of the following faculty: Rev. Father John Cotter, Director of Training; Rev. Father Roche, President of the Catholic Summer School; Rey. Father Robert Moore; Rev. Father John (Concluded on page 63) ATER bullocks are something like buffaloes, and on the big rubber plantations in the Far East they’fe used instead of horses to haul the heavy loads. f a They’re especially useful on wet, swampy groyrid because their broad, splay feet keep them from sinking t66 deeply in the mud. What’s more, they’re very strong beasts—far more powerful than oxen. On the plantations owned by the makers of Keds, there are fewer bullocks today than ever before. In their place have come motor trucks and narrow gauge railroads. Everywhere old methods are giving way to American methods. New and more scientific ways of growing and tapping rubber trees have also been introduced, so that from these plantations there comes to- day the finest rubber ever grown. This is the rubber that goes into Keds. Its quality makes the Keds sole superior. It gives it a lightness and spring that ordi- nary rubber never imparts. This explains why Keds are the standard by which all canvas rubber-soled shoes are judged. Keds, of course, vary in price according to type. But no matter what kind of Keds you buy, every pair gives you the highest possible value at the price. They are not Keds unless the name Keds is on the shoe Remember—Keds are made only by the United States Rubber Company.. While there are other shoes that may at first glance look like Keds, no other shoe can give you Keds service. If the name Keds isn’t on the shoes, they are not real Keds. Our 1924 Hand-Book for Boys is full of interesting information on camping, sport, rules for games, etc. Sent free if you address Dept. M-12, 1790 Broadway, New York (ere ks Trademark Reg. U.S.Pat. OFF A sturdy sport shoe. Athletic-trim and ankle patch. Lace-to-toe pattern gives snug fit. A great favorite with boys.

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COOKE, Chief Engineer, aghicage Engineering Works, Dept. 334 2150 iasiaende Ave., Chicago Send me your Free Outfit Offer, your big Elec- trical Book, Sample Lesson and particulars of your Electrical Course and Free Radio Course. Thi will not obligate me in any way. hours’ work and no matgyial furnished by me ROGER SMITH, 1216 Chestnut St Greenville, N.C, Name For use of boys 15 years old o1 more an a sO BONANZA BARGAIN OFFER Set German Air Post, Eight different China Ships, and 50 different unused Hungary, cataloging over $1.50. Millimetre scale, ruler, and YE gauge. To those re- questing our new suUD SERVICE approvals—9c Fennell Stamp Co., Dept. "L2, Fullerton Bidg., St. Louis. DISCOUNT I send selec- 7 0 0 tions of de- sirable stamps on approval at 70 per cent. discount from standard catalogue prices, Reference required—Boy Scout membership sufficient. J. EMORY RENOLL, Dept. 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SHALL certainly have to include you boys in signing my exhibit for our stamp show.” Mr. Birwood was giving the glass a final polish before it was wrapped for forwarding to the rooms of the Stamp Club. The frames Bob and Harry had prepared had been carried around earlier in the afternoon and by themselves before they called at Mr. Birwood’s to have a final look at the unique display of United States issues the arrangment of which had been suggested by Bob. A light gray card was used as a background on which the stamps were mounted in a well-balanced design. The Washington 1845, 5-cent, black, New York stamp occupied a place by itself at the top just under the heading which read: “Philatelic Hall of Fame. Famous Americans whose portraits appear on United States stamps; also historical events, scenes of industry, the national coat-of-arms, etc.” Under each stamp the description and dates were neatly lettered in dark blue ink, the whole presenting a pleasing appearance in its narrow, black frame. In Mr. Birwood’s automobile which was waiting at the door the carefully wrapped package was placed and the three were shortly on their way to the club rooms where they found the hanging committee busily engaged in classifying and selecting similar frames for their places on the wall. Mr. Birwood’s display brought forth many enthusiastic comments especially from Prof. Carlson, who taught American history in the local institute. His enthusiasm carried him so far as to request the loan of the frame after the exhibition that he might show it to his students. Bob’s and Harry’s displays were already hung and as it happened side by side and looked extremely well. Bob had included the latest Uruguay sets issued in 1923, the first of which shows an equestrian figure of General Artigas and consisting of three values, 2 centesimos, carmine and sepia, 5c., violet and sepia and r2c., blue and sepia. ‘The second set which is watermarked with a caduceus, the wand carried by Mercury, the messenger of the Gods in Greek mythology, includes twelve values from the 5 milesimos to the 2 peso, light green. There is a picture of the cadueus on the 2-cent., light red, special delivery stamp of 1922, which was also included in Bob’s exhibit. Of course not every stamp of Uruguay was shown as many of the early issues are not only high-priced but are extremely hard to find such as numbers 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5, which are listed at $200, $80, $75, $500 and $150. The collection, though, was fairly representative and was strong in twentieth century. Harry’s Panama display was equally inter- esting and wound up with the complete set of 1921, ten varieties. At the top of the frame he had placed a picture of the Panama Canal which, though in the Canal Zone, still passes through the small republic which came into existence because of this famous waterway. Other members dropped in with their ex- hibits and the expressman brought still others. By six o’clock the work was practically done. As Mr. Birwood and the boys were leaving the colored janitor was brushing the floor and tidying up generally. When Bob arrived that evening at a quarter after eight with his sister who, from despising stamps, had finally become slightly interested perhaps influenced by the fact that so impor- tant a personage as Mr. Birwood was a collec- tor, he found Harry already there with one of his girl friends. The rooms were rapidly filling, groups gathered here and there before the more important exhibits. The little party stopped before two large frames in which were displayed recent issues. Several rows of German surcharges first caught their attention. Harry exclaimed. “Five million marks,” “Think of that and a mark used to be worth I saw two of those about thirty-five cents. Just count that up stamps used on one letter. at thirty-five cents each. I wonder how they manage to get along? Imagine our dollar bills at ten for a cent and the German cur- rency is in a far worse condition.” Though the majority of these new issues were surcharges showing vast increases such as a five-mark, red, overprinted 2 million marks, there were new designs, too:—a 50,000-mark, ochre; 1,000,000, blue; 4,000,000, green and 5,000,000, red. A set of 1923 Netherlands sur- charges, seven in number included 2 cents on 1-cent, red; 2 cents on 1%4-cent, blue; ro cents on 3-cent, olive green; 1o cents on 5-cent, carmine rose 10 cents on 12'%-cent, blue; 10 cents on 17!4-cent, ultramarine and brown, and to cents on 2234-cent, brown and olive green, all on 1898-99 issue. There was a pic- turesque Ukrainian charity set of four varie- ties, a 10 +10 k., gray blue, and black; 20 + 20 k., violet brown and orange brown; go + 30, drab and black on straw, and 150 + 50, red brown and_ black. The currency, karbovanziv,—say it if you can—the same as a ruble. Danzig was represented by a mass of surcharges almost as numerous as Germany’s. There were overprinted values of 1, 2, 3 and 5 million marks and numerous new issues not yet even listed, the Danzig coat-of-arms show- ing two lions with their tongues stuck out used in every case. “Just think,” said Bob’s sister, “when you own stamps like that you’ll be a ‘millionaire.” “Mostly air,” Bob laughed. “Perhaps if you keep them long enough the mark will go back to its former value,” re- marked Harry’s friend whose name was Dora. ‘Hardly possible,” Bob replied. “‘They are more likely to throw their enemic currency into the discard and start over again with real gold to back up their paper. Over there the money you receive in the morning is worth less by night.” “T’d say it was worthless all the time,” said Harry. “The quicker it’s spent the better.” “Look at this frame,” called Bob. “Just stamps that show trees. You wouldn’t think there were so many. Here’s a logging camp on the 6-cent Cabot issue of Newfoundland and here are palm trees on the New Hebrides stamps. That gives some idea of the parts of the world they hail from. Here’s another fine palm on the 3-cent Niue and another on the 3-cent North Borneo of 1892 and again on the Samoa stamps—almost the entire issue. The Gilbert and Ellice Islands set of 1911 and— look at all these French Colonies—I’ll say the trees deserve it. We couldn’t live without them. Here’s Cuba and Congo, too, and the United States on the one-dollar parcel post shows a fruit orchard.” Mr. Birwood came along then and in the comments on the exhibition Bob happened to mention the frame containing new issues and especially referred to the high values in German stamps. “But there is still another exhibit you must have missed. It was one of the last to be hung. Come, let me show it to you. Mr. Birwood led ‘the way to a small alcove which had been overlooked by the girls and boys. He pointed out a small, square frame. Here were the very latest from Europe and Germany was represented by a 20,000,000- mark, blue; a 50,000,000 mark, green, a 100,000,000-mark, gray blue! and a 200,000,- ooo-mark, brown!! Harry stood with hands tucked deep in his coat pockets, a disgusted expression on his tace. “Well,” he said, “that’s enough to discourage letter writing.” electrical plant. city of New York. over an extensive area. 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FOR ALL BOYS iTs NO DRY JOKE LOOKIN’ FOR THOSE T’S raining, boys, that is, it is raining rain, not boys. April showers, however, mean nothing to seasoned scouts and they don’t have to prove they have brains by coming in out of the wet. Regular fellows come in to the fire only when they have their work done and, of course, some fellows are such speeders that they have plenty of time over to rest, but such fellows usually find more work to keep them busy. For the fellows who have but five minutes or less to amuse themselves and for the out-and-out idlers there is an old scout known as Old Idle Five Minutes waiting. His only life work is to get tellows away from their work and he baits his hook with jokes. So that you will recognize his bait and be able to avoid it in future, we give you below a few samples of it. Go to it now and don’t bite. A Load Off His Mind Talkative Barber (after wearying man in the chair for half an hour): And what would you like on your head, sir? Customer: My hat—just as soon as you can manage it! A Stop Watch “The cheap watch,” says a daily paper, Mine has already done so. “has come to stop.” Too Bad Tramp: Things ain’t what they used to be. No, sir. Pal: You said a mouthful. Why here lately a feller can’t ask for work for fear of getting it. Instructions Sergeant: What’s the matter with you all? Can’t you line up? That line is as crooked as a corkscrew. All of you fall out and take a look at it. $..0. 3. “There’s the man I’m laying for,” hen as the farmer crossed the road. said the An Unknown Species An amateur botanist was pacing slowly along the country road, his eyes,'as usual, roaming from side to side for new plants to study. Suddenly he found a plant he did not know. What could it be? If only he had a speci- men of it! At that moment a shock-headed lad strolled along the road and stopped to gaze open- mouthed at him. say!” called the botanist urgently. “See that plant there—that pale pink one in the corner? Do you know it?” “Uh-huh!” said the country boy. “What’s its name? Do you know what family it belongs to?” The lad jerked a grubby thumb over his shoulder towards a little cottage. “Caseys!” he said. oF A Wrong Scent Professor: ‘‘What is an apiary: hi Freshman: “A monkey farm.” 1924 Brainy Billy, who was staying at his grandfather's farm, ran into the house one day, breathless and excited. ““There’s a mouse in the milk pail!” he panted. “Well, Billy,” replied his grandfather, “and did you take it out?” “No, grandfather,” said Billy proudly, | “but I threw the cat in!’ ** Going Up?’’ Fat Man: You're a very little fellow to be runnin’ an ancient-looking elevator, ain’t | you? The Small Chap: Yes, s’pose Iam. They gave me the job ’cause the rope broke so often with the heavier fellows. The fat man walked. A Stiff Exam Professor: Name three things that contain starch. Pupil: Two cuffs and a collar. A Match —“‘ Less ”’ Trick Place seven matches in a row on the table and ask a friend if by removing one he can leave nothing. He will probably fail to find the solution. It is quite simple, though, and this is how the remaining matches are arranged:— You then explain that you have left nothing because the word “nil” means “nothing.” Economical “Waiter, I came in yesterday for a steak.” “Yes, sir. Willfyou have the same to-day?” “Why, I might as well if no one else is using it.’ , If your mother wants to know how to use Beech- eat Nut Peanut Butterin other . ways, we will be glad to send her the new Beech- Nut Book. Ask her to mail coupon to us. Dig i into it IG right down into your jar of Beech-Nut Peanut Butter—and spread your bread thick. That’s what other fellows do. And they don’t hesitate to declare themselves for Beech- “It’s the niftiest mouthful, i “that ever passed my ivories.’ Beech-Nut Peanut Butter has a way of filling you up that shows it is intended fora boy’s size appetite. So make your own sandwiches at times when you find you’ve simply got to And if there’s anything else in the ice- box that you particularly like, mix it with your Beech-Nut. Whether it’s honey, jelly, bananas or dates, Beech-Nut Peanut Butter is some mixer! Your mother knows Beech-Nut is pure and nourishing. She’ll certainly put a jar on the table for lunch or supper—ask her! BEECH-NUT PACKING COMPANY Canajoharie, N. Y. BeechNut Peanut Butter Se SS Se a ee ean a eae a ass Dept. S, BEECH-NUT PACKING CO., Canajoharie, N. Y. Please send, without expense to me, Mrs. Ida Bailey Allen’s Beech-Nut Book of menus, recipes and service Nut every time. said one, information Zz D 3 a For Boy Scouts, Camp Fire ont | For the Home or School st | Dialogs, Speakers, Monologs. Minstrel Opening Choruses and 6 oe Recitations a It Didn’t Auto George: I can’t get any speed out of that automobile you sold me. You told me you had been arrested six times in it. Harold: So I was—for obstructing the highway! No Scholar Old Gentleman: Now, little boy, why don’t you want to go to school? Little Boy: Well, sir, I shouldn’t be any good there. I can’t write, read, or anything. Collapse of the old gentleman! True Enough A Scotch plumber, was working on a job with an apprentice. In the course of the forenoon the boss visited the job, and, failing to find Sandy anywhere about the premises, decided to await his return. “Where have you been?’? demanded the boss when Sandy put in an appearance. ““Gettin’ ma hair cut,” answered Sandy. “How dare you get your hair cut in my time?” “Weel, disna it grow in your time?” | Tlow to stage to T. Ss. DENISON & co., 623 So. Wabash, Dept. 18, cuicaas Stage a Play. Make-u Catalogue FRE RAISE GUINEA PIGS for us. We buy all you raise. 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BOYS’ LIFE S A Turnover . “ Scoutmaster: This oil stove is simply & 7% smothered with oil. Are you sure you put x . rn “This side up” on top of the box? : oe Tenderfoot: Yes, sir, and so that it couldn’t ei possibly be missed I put it on the bottom, too! . We allow you a month—30 days—to try and test the Mead bicycle of te | your selection. If at the end of this time you do not know it to be the very ny best bicycle in the country—the ONLY one for you—then you can return it at our expense and your trial will not cost you a penny. A special Trust Deposit of $5000.00 has been held by the great First National Bank of Chicago for many years as a Guarantee to back up this famous Try be- fore you buy sales plan. Not a single claim has ever been made against this Guarantee. Do business direct with Makers of Ranger—Path- finder—Crusader bicycles on our Square Deal Plan that has given us more than a million satisfied customers in all parts of the world. The Ranger bicycle a of your selection will be sent by fast Prepaid Express direct from the fac- tory in Chicago. We guarantee its safe, quick delivery in per- fect condition. In the famous line of Golden Brown Rangers, trimmed in Ivory White, there is a model to suit every taste and any pocketbook— Motorbike models, Roadsters, Racers, Camel- backs, Double Bars, Juveniles—Girls’ and Ladies’ Models, too! Ahem! Doctor: You cough easier this morning. Patient: I ought to; I’ve been practicing all night. There’s a Point to This What is that which lives in the winter, dies in the summer, and grows with its roots upwards? An icicle. | A Deep Hole An Irishman knows how to wittily overcome | all difficulties. ‘What shall I do with this unsightly heap of rubbish, Pat?” “Dig a hole and bury it,” answered the man of invention. ““Ah, yes, Pat, but what am I to do with the dirt I dig out of the hole?” Glass Houses Visitor: How far are your hothouses from the road? To make it possible for f t d ' Toa , : every boy and girl, man “Well, sir, I would advise you to dig a hole Florist: Well, they seem to be about a stone’s , ; > yo § wo and woman, who wants or big enough for the whole of it! throw. e needs a bicycle —" to get it at once without red tape and delay, Why? The Slimit beng Se eae om — Son: Pa, what are ancestors? Slim: Have you seen the new agent? ‘ 4 > Pa: Well, son, I am one of yours, your Slimmer: Sure, he’s the thinnest man I ever with easy monthly payments of only Five Dollars. Whether you live in a big city or out on the farm in a far distant state you can secure your Mead Ranger or Pathfinder bicyele at once and pay for it as you ride and enjoy it. oextrava- Save $10 tos25% »gant extra selling is * ‘expenses in the Mead Factory-to-Rider sales plan. Do business direct with the Makers and save big money on your bicycle? Prices from $21.50 up. Get the Makers 5year Guar- saw. You’re thin, and I’m thin, but he’s grandad is another. thinner than both of us put together. Son: Then why do people brag about them? “ Bunnie’ “iy “Wilde | (Concluded aie page 5) anty with your bicycle and know you can always get parts and service if needed. Tires Sundries Parts In this big free Ranger Catalog, which pictures all bicycles in large size and in the actual colors (the hand- “Whanger” Bliss at bat, we stopped them. And it was a hunch that did it. Something, it seems, told Haskins to go in when that pitch began and he started running, and so when the old pill came down in short center, too far back again, and after a moment third baseman tossed the ball back to the pitcher and Shorty started up the path like he was faking a steal. Someone yelled ‘‘ Hi!” and Pringle looked and saw what he thought was a chance to nail the runner be- Girls’ - by a Riayat oe in for Lafferty to reach, Haskins was almost fore he could get back to.the bag. Shorty, Ladies’ oe wee De a Se under it He fell all over himself making the _ looking like he was caught flat-footed, turned Models trate and describe hun- J r dreds of tires, saddles, catch, but he got it and saved the day. back, and Pringle pegged. ead; pedals, lamps, horns, carriers, chains, coaster brakes, built-up wheels, etc., etc., that will fit any bicycle. Share with us (at our wonderful low Factory Prices) in the big savings which we make in the purchase and manufacture of these items in tremendous carload quantities. A postal card willdo. Just ask for the q Writeloday big free Ranger Catalog and full par- ticulars of our Factory to Rider prices, wonderful special Introductory offer and Easy Paymen’ terms. Do it now! Wel le letter or post card to ycle Company Dept.G-18 Chicago Pompadours Boys, comb your hair pompadour, orany style you want it. makes the hair stay combed just as you comb it. middle, on the side—any way. it and it stays—and shiny, too! —in yellow, black and gold package. | STACOMB Straight back, in the Comb Reg'lar Fellars J attribute my success thorough and highly competent ourse | received from you Gene Mere words cannot express my ‘the World Famous to the At Home in Your Spare Time by Landon Picture | Chart Method | OU can learn tomake origi- nai drawings with the aid | of this remarkable method just as easily as you learned to write. A series of big pic- ture charts with each lesson on this great course explain step by step, just how to pro- ceed in making orsginal draw- ings of yourown. A complete criticism service gives you the full benefit of the experience of one of America’s foremost newspaper artists. Prepare now for the future The boys of to-day will be the cartoonists of the future. More and more newspapers are recognizing the Landon School as the logical agency from which to secure com- petent cartoon Results Tell the Story Here are three of the famous characters created by Landon students who have attained national reputation as Comic Strip Cartoonists. Hundreds White was first up for us in our half of the ninth. I’d tipped him the play, which was a bunt in front of the plate, he being a whale at the loose-bat business and their catcher being slow on handling those things. But Pringle wouldn’t feed them to him above the knee scarcely and in the end “Slim” fanned. That brought up Shorty. I said to him: “Son, if you want to make up for that foozle of yours here’s your chance. Get on, see? Last him out, kid. If he gets two strikes on you,” I said, “hit it, but not before.” So he went out there and laughed again. Sure! Laughed at Pringle like that fellow’s face was funny or his shirt was coming out or something. Say, honest, Pringle fell for the stuff, too. Looked worried and tried to grin back and gave Shorty a ball. That amused Shorty more than ever and he thumped the rubber with his bat and began to double over with merriment. The stands started to chuckle, not knowing what about, and then began to laugh. The long-legged Nut pitcher thought | they were all laughing at him, I guess. The coachers were taking the tip from Shorty, too, and acted hysterical. Of course the home team and its friends weren’t so merry, but that didn’t count because everyone else was laugh- ing fit to kill. Pringle got redder and redder, looked himself over to see if everything was ship-shape and pitched a third ball. Oh, well, Shorty laughed himself to first, and that’s that! Browne, right fielder, was up, and Pringle, still wondering what the joke had been, pitched him two bad ones before he got settled down again. Shorty was hugging first pretty close, like he was scared to take a lead, and Pringle didn’t pay much heed to him. Then he pitched again and Browne struck at it and there was a cloud of dust at second! Out of the dust’arose Shorty. Say, the catcher hadn’t even thrown down! That was one and two on Browne, and Pringle, looking sort of perplexed, made it two and two with a nice low one that cut Browne’s knees. Then came a third ball. Then Browne struck out! You could have Ever watch a top spin? That’s the way Shorty spun. Before the baseman had his hands on the ball Shorty was half-way home and running like a streak of lightning. And he kept the plate covered, too, so that when the baseman got it into his head what he had to do he was obliged to either throw to one side so as not to plug Shorty in the back or toss a slow one. He tossed a slow one. The Nuts’ catcher was astride the plate when the ball sailed toward home and it didn’t look like the runner had a chance in the world. But he came like a scared rabbit, and just before he hit the dust there was a shrill yell from across the field and an old codger with white whiskers and a farmer’s straw hat stood up and waved like he was crazy. “He’s arunnin’ wild!” he yelps. “He's arunnin’ wild!” And then ball and Shorty hits the plate together, and Shorty goes sliding through that catcher’s legs and has a hand on the rubber before the catcher can swing downon him! And the ump takes off his mask and everyone knows that the old ball game’s over! HAT’S how Shorty got his name changed. ““Runnin’”’ Wilde he was after that day. Still is, last I heard. Going back on the train I eased down beside him and I says: “‘ Kid, the time’s arrived.” “What time’s that?” he asks. “For me to say I was wrong. I sure was!” “Oh, that’s all right,’ he mutters. ‘Guess was awful fresh that day, Coach.” ““T wouldn’t say so. But what gets me is why in thunder you didn’t tell me you could run bases like you can. You kept saying you was good, but that’s what they all say. Why didn’t you spill me an earful of the speed stuff?” Shorty’s eyes opened wide. ‘Why, I thought you knew!” “Knew what? You didn’t show anything.” “‘T mean about me being a sprinter.” “Come again?”’ ““Why, being on the Track Team, I mean. — Be the first in your bunch to ‘‘spring qusreciation of the course of Le - a ae lessons 1 received from the of others are produci - ° , ° ° it.”’ The whole crowd will imitate Landon School. i imaxe, toons On political and national | heard the groan that went up from the Mixter You see, I was doing the hundred-yards in you. Movie stars use it. affairs, sports, comi¢ strips, | bunch half-way to the railroad station! nine and four-fifths last spring.” Here’s your chance. Lead your dents who prefer to work at Townsend, who followed, was a_ typical “Oh!” I says, beginning to understand. . . . are = . . . ‘ friends in style for the hair. ings by mail. “ite record of catcher when it came to hitting. I mean he ‘But, hold on, you_wasn’t on the team this a . *-. i h ‘ re y 2» 6 act e, Demand STACOMB—the original pee secon rd ee had a grand wallop when he connected, but ~— r . ; f even approached by any | he generally didn’t connect. Maybe Shorty No, they wouldn’t let me. The doctors, At your druggist. Tubes—35c —— figured that Townsend wasn’t going to make I mean. They’ve got some crazy notion that Jars —75c Send t good this time, for he sure took things into his I was overdoing it, you see. Talked about a Send now for | own hands then and there. nervous heart, or some tommyrot like that. Send coupon for Free Trial Tube. } complete infor- bs ) Siig dineins.thecin ante dems Semen anaes nen exten ates anal mation, and| Pringle tossed a half-hearted throw to second _So I had to 3 off a year.’ | STANDARD LABORATORIES, Inc. sample picture / and turned toward Townsend and flung his “Uh-huh,” I comes back, ironic. ‘So they 113 W. 18th St., New York City, Dept. 6-¥. | | eagagee Stubbs epwire ar abttise-. old left arm back. And when he did it Shorty let you play baseball instead?” | Please send me free trial tube | Noone could ta 7 course and regretit Please state your | burst forthird. He hada fine start and I didn’t Shorty nodded and grinned. —your teeta made it poss: Jor me to ° ° . . on wis ” do the wor Edwina Dumm = 8 worry about his not making it, and make it he Clever guys, doctors,” I says. { Address Nawe | THE LANDON SCHOO 796 NATIONAL BLDG. CLEVELAND, O. did, sliding his left into the bag before the ball got there at all. Then he was up and dancing “Awiully,” he agrees gravely. Then we both wink. April RSIS

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Chicago STAMMER If you stammer attend no stammering school till you get my large ¥REE book entitled “STAMMERING, Its Origin and The Ad- vanced Natural Method of Cure,” bound in cloth and stamped in pure gold. Ask for special tuition rate and a FREE copy of “The Natural Speech Magazine.” Largest, best equipped and most successful echool in the world for the cure of stammering, stuttering, etc. No sing-song or time beat. Write today. The North-Western School, 2328 Grand Ave., Milwaukee, Wis. Wilt Spiral, Sees, Glide shalt on Something new: = RIGHT BACK TO YOU Wonderful *‘stunt’ qe. trick flyer. Gi t flying them 3 back to your hand lines rent ies ERANG. Order ont one. “at these amazing little flyers today Mail ceipt of 25 cents. Don't send stam ACE MANUFACTURING co., 0 ° et A real ee, pt. #e Grantwood, New Jersey e% ss 2, ee esenssancesnsencnssn®® ~ 88 oe =~ 4 tr a , Pant i Ps ee > at w, P~ ’ y = ‘et ee, es Ws 4 . Send Us Pictures! + HE RADIO QUESTION BOX receives very many let- ters every week, and atleast soper cent. of them are from readers who have receiving sets. Now, I am just guessing of course, but it seems to me that about half of this 50 per cent., or following out the average, half of all the persons who have radio sets are proud of their equipment and have taken photographs of it. I personally don’t know of a single chap having a radio re- ceiver who has not photo- graphed it! So, if you have a picture of your set, and you write in to the R: (DIO QUESTION BOX, why not send along a copy of it? It will certainly give me a much clearer idea of your equipment than if you merely described it in your letter. In the majority of cases it will make it possible for me to be of genuine assistance to you where, without the photograph, I might be as much at a loss as you. And then too, it will make the department a great deal more interesting to the rest of the readers, for every fellow likes to know just what the other fellow is doing. I'd like to publish pictures of every set built or operated by readers of Boys’ Lirr. One pic- more enthu- per remains closed. has taken, boxes, ture, in many cases, can arouse siasm, and do more good, than a thousand words. So, the next time you write in to the RADIO QUESTION BOX, send along a pic- ture, if you have one, of your set, and of yourself. Or, why not send the pictures along any- way? QSY Below 200 Meters! ” as all of our operator readers know, means “shift wave.” Ever since there have been amateurs, the experimenter-operator has had what is more than a liking for the higher wavelengths. Way back, before there were such things as radio laws, the ama- teur stations mingled with the ships and land commercial stations up around 800 meters— and occasionally told these latter stations to “shut up.” Those were the days when John Hogan asked the operator at Bush Terminal to look for his pipe, mislaid there the evening before, and Irving Vermilyea, the first amateur in the world, told the Brooklyn Navy Yard, in no uncertain terms, to get off the air! The Navy Yard meekly acquiesced. And even when laws came into being, the amateur was slow to become used to them. His pet objec- tion has always been the two hundred meters upper limit. This, he’ maintained (as did many radio engineers), altogether curtailed his activi- ties, for in those days and right up to the pres- ent time, it was considered impossible to put “OGY, Even the least pretentiou far above the appalling mess of twisted wires that my friends, played with fifteen years ago. from the pantry shelf before they were hi ilf emptied. endowed intelligence might have recognized these same boxes and tubes as a cross between their original form and a tuning coil. we used to raid the cellar for coal. piece of it could be used as a dete ting crystal, but it was like ¢ going through a moun- tain of pitch blende to extract an infinitesimal amount of radium, when the absence of the family promised safety, would follow the baking-powder tins. But the amateur of to-day goes about things in an entirely different and much more Then too, efficient way. out any power or to work distances consist- ently, on waves below 400 meters. All the large trans-oceanic stations, in this belief, were built to carry on communication on waves between 5,000 and 25,000 meters! And now the radio engineers are telling us that we were altogether wrong, and the highest y aP ot a aa Chat With The Department Editor Well, O. M., when you read this, our first radio construction ‘contest will have At the time of 'w riting some very intere: sting contributions have been received, and doubtless many more will come through at the last minute, This contest, aside from affording me genuine pleasure in looking over the contri- butions, has shown me the remarkable strides that amateur radio-craftsmans hip outfit mi ade by our youngest contributor is , and some chaps who are still Those were the days when Quaker Oats eracker-dust boxes and baking-powder tins would disappear mysteriously A day or so later, a strange ly Occasionally Watch for the prize-winners next month! sivatadrettc aniversary RA t aaa ct efficiency, in miles per watt unit of power, can be secured on wavelengths below 150 meters! Consistent, two-way trans-Atlantic commu- nication has been carried on by amateur low-power stations. The American stations, 1MQO (Hartford, Connecticut) and 1XAM (Manchester, Connecticut) have experienced little difficulty in “working” French SAB, Nice, France, on a wavelength of roo meters! Last summer the Westinghouse people, through station KDKA, began their now famous experiments with short wave transmis- sion. A wavelength of 100 meters was chosen, and their concerts broadcasted on 326 meters, were simultaneously sent out on the high frequency (low wave) transmitter. The very first tests demonstrated conclusively that low wave transmission carried much farther, and was less subject to fading, than their pro- grams on the standard broadcasting fre- quency! The phenomenon seems to find an analogy in the higher frequency electromagnetic waves, such as light. The rays of light that we see are made up of frequency or vibration bands of comparatively long waves (though many thousands of times shorter than radio wave- lengths!). | Now, the colors that we see with our eyes are stopped by wood and many other things—that is we cannot see through a closed door. But if we shorten the wave- length, or increase the frequency sufficiently, we come to the x-rays, which, with their great power of penetration, easily pass through substances that impede the higher light wave- lengths. Using a small single circuit re- ceiver, especially designed for short wave reception, with two stages of audio frequency amplification, F Moye. AMATEUR ATIONS 2FZ, New York City. This station ts one of the finest in the coun- try, and it is owned and operated by Frank Frimmerman a0 aH very occasionally, And sometimes, the receiver of the house telephone a) uaa tt HAL BOYS’ LIFE the writer, in New York City, brought in KDKA’s hundred meter transmission from East Pittsburgh, on a loud speaker, fully as audible as the powerful local stations. ground connection and a twenty-inch antenna (needless to say, indoor) was used on the special short wave set, while a Grebe CR3 regenerative re- ceiver, with an unusually good outdoor antenna was employ: ed for receiving the standard broadcasting \ wave. Very often KDKA was heard clearly on 100 meters, when nothing whatever could be detected on 320 meters. On December 2gth, 1923, KDKA_ broadcasted to En- gland, a complete program on 94 meters! This was picked up by the Metropolitan-Vickers Electrical Company’s station in Manchester, England, am- plified, and rebroadcasted from that station and eight other « English transmitters linked by att telephone land lines! The entire program was_rebroad- casted successfully, and people in England were thus able to listen to KDKA on a crysti ul detector! Ninety-four meters accomplished what pre- vious tests had proven impossible on 326 meters. How to Make a Grid Condenser and Grid Leak Grid condenser with leaks are so cheaply bought that most of us never think of making them. But it is in making these simple things (that is why they are cheap), that we learn to build more complex radio apparatus. And then again, in many cases, the correct leak and condenser value cannot be bought for a particular tube which the experimenter is using. If the detector “B” battery is in good con dition, and has been adjusted properly, the detector bulb should never howl as it goes into and out of oscillation. . It should glide into and out of oscillations smoothly without a loud “plop,” and at the same reading of the regeneration control dial. If this is not the case, the fault probably lies in the grid con- denser and leak having values unsuited to that — tube. Lack of sensitivity also can often be remedied by changing the c capacity of the grid condenser or the resistance of the leak. An excellent grid condenser and leak, for ex- perimental or permanent purposes, can easily be made up from a small sheet of cardboard, and a few square inches of tin-foil and waxed paper. All of the nec- essary raw materials will be found in the average discarded cigarette box. These materials, cut to size, and arranged in the order in which they are piled up, are shown in Figure 1. Part 1 is the grid leak strip, and consists of a piece of cardboard with pencil scratches bunched at each end with a few connecting marks in the middle. This is placed at the top of the condenser. Next below is part 2, a piece of cardboard, and then the first tin foil “plate,” part 3. This is bent over, at the dotted line, so that it covers one end of the top piece or grid eak. Part 4 is the sepa- rating sheet of waxed paper, followed by pari April

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pa- ced ari FOR ALL BOYS given under this heading are among those often asked by the Federal examiner. QUESTION: How would you tune your transmitting set in order to conform with the law? In answering this question, reference is always made to the transmitting diagram \ given: in answer to one of the earlier questions a in every examination. As this diagram shows LX the transmitter the experimenter will use, it \ ft/ follows that this is the one he will have to \ W/ x tune. The candidate will, of course, specify a ‘ Vv bulb set, and as the tuning.of these sets is fundamentally the same (in all cases you tune for highest effi- The forty-foot aerial “CY pad the desired ‘ which broadcasts the “*V®), We shall take AIS one of the most com- short waves from adiine. tak: on KDKA to Europe-— ae circuits, t an ol Westincuouse Puoro. Figure 3. The con- stants of this circuit are as follows: X: High frequency choke coil. L250 honeycomb. Highvoltage—variable, motor- generator, A. C., filter, etc Must be indicated on the diagram. Ar: Plate milliampere meter. A2: Antenna ampere meter. Lr: Antenna inductance, forty turns, 4-inch diameter, tapped every other turn. L2: Grid inductance, twenty turns, tapped and wound over Lr. Cr: Antenna series condenser, about .cor mfd. 5, the second plate. This projects from the C3: Grid condenser, about .0015 With 8000 opposite end of the condenser, and is also ohm leak. bent over the top. These constants will vary for different tubes Part 6 is the cardboard bottom. and powers. When this pile has been built up as directed, ge ANSWER: According to the law I am it is held firmly in a vise, or even be- tween the fingers, and two small holes are drilled or punched about 14 inch in from each end. Machine screws, with wash- ers, are passed through these holes, from the top, and clamped with nuts on the lower side. Figure 2 (A) shows just how this is done. The spacing - has been exaggerated to make the con- struction more clear. Bshows the completed con- denser and leak. The leak is varied by erasing or adding more pencil marks, and permitted to send onany wave- length between 176 meters and 200 meters (C. W. and modulated C. W.). The law also states that my dec- rement shall not exceed .2. (The decrement is a measurement by which the broad- ness of the emitted wave may be cal- culated.) My ap- paratus, however, being fundamen- tally a C. W. set, emits a theoretical- ly pure wave, so this latter clause need not be con- sidered in the process of tuning, as would be neces- sary ina spark set. I shall use a this should be done wavemeter for tun- until the bulbisop- THe short-wave transmitter at KDKA. It is mounted ing the set, of the erating properly. 0” springs because the slightest vibrations alter the type employing a By the correct ad- justment of the grid leak, many distant stations, unheard be- fore, will be brought in. In some cases, it may be necessary to make a larger or smaller grid con- denser before the set operates most efficiently. More tin foil increases the capacity. Addi- tional plates will, of course, have the same effect. They may be added according to the instructions for building a transmitting condenser given in the February Boys’ Lire. The Radio 2AZ, the station Exam of the Metropoli- _Examina- tan-Vickers Elec- tions for radio trical ¢ ‘ompany, operator’s Wan hester, En- licen se are gland, which re- given in the ceives the short cust mms house waves from of your radio KDKA and “re- district. A p- peats” them to its pointments Jocal audience.— should be made — Westixncuouse with the radio PHOTO. ins pector sev- eral days before taking the ex- amination. If you are at all doublful as to where you should apply, “The Radio Tower” will be pleased to give you full in- structions. 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52 Similar to C-11 with standard C-300—6 Volts Gas Content Detector $5.00 RA c uit you are usin ideal for obtaining and music batteries for filament fight test development in dio audio-frequency amplifier. The most remarkable only .06 amperes at 3 volts good de tery and draws C-12 is identical to C- 25 ones re ice: 182 Sec ‘est Lake 30 Church Stre Home O, 154 sites FOR EVERY TYPE HATEVER type of receiving set or cir- one or more of these five Cunningham rece’ avene, tubes will be maximum Ih tion with perfect Segrodet tion of both vane Three of the five tubes are designed touse * ry in, "Kibes, is a in design and highly efficient in operation as a radio frequency amplifier, a detector and as an When used for the latter purpose, the output of two stages issuf'i- cient for the operation ot a small loud speaker ature of this tube L the new patented fils enent used w C+ll is adry battery tube with a special tase for use in sets having special sockets sa etector and audio-frequenc: 4 amplifier The filament is lise rhted from a single 11 in operating charac- teristics, but is mounted on a standard base to C-299- 3 Volts .06 amp. Dry Battery Det and Amp. $5.00 OF RECEIVING SET eaploged with stand sockets without the aid of special adaptors. ~ ge gs Whenever storage battery supply is available for filament lighting, the C-300 will be the best tube to use as a detector because it is the most sensitive for the reception of distant and wea. signals. Under the same condition, C-301A will be the best tube for amplification at either radio or audio frequency, because it gives greater zain per stage than any other tube on the amateur market. The new patented filament used, 'sim- ilar to that in C-299 draws only .25 amperes at 6 volts, reducing the necessity of frequent storage battery charging Cunningham tubes e Patent Notices covered by patents dated 2-18-08 and others issued and pending. Lu- censed for ——. experimental and enter tainment use in adio communication. Any other use will be on infringement 299, the hich draw ie dry bat The care and operation of cae} ch, model of Reesiving Tw Tube i Sully erplained in our new 4/-1 a may be obtained by aadtae’ 5 n cenia to our San Vanes isco o. € *Radio Tube: Data HERE COMES FALL Endorsed by Educators, Divines, Sportsmen, Doctors, Peace Advocates, Military Men, Scout Officials and by the late Theodore Roosevelt and John Burroughs BOYS LOVE IT Muscle, Mind, Morals, Manhood Parents Enthusiastically Approve of It THE CHIEF! IN, BOYS, AND MAKE IT SNAPPY! Dan Beard Outdoor School A TRAIL-BLAZER IN THE FIELD OF EDUCATION A REAL AMERICAN TRAINING-CAMP [DAN BEARD OUTDOOR SCHOOL permit the use of a dry battery tube in sets | 87 Bowne Avenue, Flushing, L. I. Please send full information about your Outdoor School and Camp to Parent's Signature to think clearly.” r For the preliminary 4 x tests, I shall connect -a- the antenna to the mid- dle portion of the coil, and note the wave on y /the meter. If necessary, shall lower it, either * cutting down the » number of turns be- tween the antenna tap and the lower end of Lr, decreasing the ca- pacity of C2 or by reduc- ing the grid inductance. I shall then proceed with various adjust- ments, with the plate, antenna and grid taps, the condenser C2, and perhaps! condenser C1 if Cardboard 4| Paper - Tingoit necessary. The object ¢ [Cardboard of these adjustments is to secure maximum ef- ficiency at a selected Fig. 4 wave within the limits mentioned above. This condition will be evidenced by comparatively high radiation and low plate current. After the final adjustments have been made, the wave will be rechecked with the meter, to make certain that the efficiency increasing adjustments, on plate and grid, have not brought the wave above the permitted length. All questions addressed to “The Radio Ques- tion Box’? will be answered personally, but only those of sufficient general interest will be pub- lished. This department is for the benefit of all of our readers, and they are invited to submit to it their radio difficulties. However, care should be taken to ask questions that can be answered when | supplied with the information furnished by yox. Correspondents are requested to look over the back Cr numbers of Boys’ LIFE fo determine whether the ques- BOYS’ LIFE Pig..2 been answered before, or the It is almost impossible to tell, without personally examining the apparatus, what is wrong with a receiver. Careful asking of questions will assist this department greatly in giving helpful answers. tion has circuit already published and described. QUESTION: I have recently become the owner of a dry cell set, but still have an ex- cellent storage battery. Would I get better results if I used dry cells on this set? 5. V., Richmond, Va. No, indeed. In fact you are probably get- ting a little better reception using the storage battery. You the dry cell tubes, and apparatus to go along with them, were in- vented, not because they were superior to the old type storage battery apparatus, but be- cause there are many persons who cannot afford storage batteries, or persons who have no charging facilities. The dry cell tubes, however, are very eco- nomical, and where the desired volume is limited to the comfortable output of a medium- size loud-speaker, they are in several ways superior tothe higher voltage tubes. Therefore, in some respects, the most efficient receiver, for portable and home reception, would combine a tube or tubes, such as the UVigg, with stor- see, A A age “A” battery. There are on the 2 market several excellent makes of Li i. small storage batteries designed —_—- 2 pecially for these low amperage, low ‘ tubes. C3 voltage Where it is possible to charge these batteries, a receiver using them will give more completely satisfactory reception than if operated on dry cells, and in the long run will be cheaper to operate. This also holds true for the storage ““B” battery which, where there are charging facilities, is fast replacing the old, short-lived, noisy dry cell *B’ battery. The storage “B” battery is the ideal installation for the troop or club set, and should be provided for in the next “ radio budget.” Winner | - Why-I-Subscribed ‘Daetent | ‘Chester Hopkins (Age 13 years), Washington, R. 1. ‘The editors want to call attention to the unusual letter which wins the WHY I SUB- SCRIBED CONTEST this month. We believe this the shortest letter which has ever won in. this monthly contest. Chester’s letter is to be admired for its simplicity, its directness and its lack of * padding.’ Chester seems to know how to do | something that is difficult for many people— | he knows what he wants to say, he says it all very briefly but still covers his subject and does it impressively. “A letter like this is good evidence of ability —TnHe Epirors. Once while I was attending a boarding school | a fellow loaned me a copy of the BOYS’ LIFE. [ liked it very much and read it through twice. When I joined the BOY SCOUTS a copy was sent me. I showed it to my parents. They were so pleased with it they thought it would be a help to me in my tests. My father read it through from cover to cover. I thought he would burst when he came to “THINK and GRIN.” He said IDLE FIVE MINUTES was right there. The mail is watched closely by both of us, for the first one that gets it reads it first. When a new scout joined our troop I asked him if he wanted to be a regular scout. I showed him a copy of the BOYS’ LIFE. He asked me to lend a copy of it to him. When I saw him again I asked him if he liked i He said his year’s subscription was on its way. What Are You Enthusiastic About? lj * a | | | | — (Concluded from page 22) red man, Jacob typified absolutely a square deal. “Take this horse,’”’ Hamlin said to his son, upon a certain occasion, “and go over to Chief Big Feather and trade it for some Navajo blankets which I need and be sure you make a good trade.” The boy went to the reservation. “T want blankets for this pinto,” he said to the Chief. “T’m Jake Hamlin’s boy.” Big Feather brought armfuls of blankets from his wigwam until the boy was satisfied. He rode away with blankets that were worth twice the value of the pinto pony. “Well, dad,” he said when he reached home, “how’s that for a good trade?” Jacob Hamlin took the blankets and di- vided them. “Ride back to Big Feather at once with half of them, my boy, and tell him that Jacob Hamlin never drives an un- fair bargain.” The boy rode slowly back to the reservation. “Father sent these blankets back,” he said, half sheepishly, to the big Chief. Big Feather smiled. “I knew he would,” he said with a pleased grunt, “Jacob Hamlin, him honest man.” April

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a \p “| id FOR ALL BOYS | Grand Spring Opening (Concluded from page 7) beans, and apricots and in making a lavish window display of the green things. Though the pair worked behind locked doors and drawn window blinds, and though Arch and ’Thaniel were to be trusted with the secret, Newt could not shake off the fear that somehow Sol Altenburg would get wind of the cherished “opening,” arise from his sick-bed (he was quite capable of it!), and halt the en- tire proceedings before they were well under way; or that Jake Knapp would discover the loss of the lodge decorations and drag him off to jail in the midst of his triumph. These gnaw- ing apprehensions even invaded his dreams that night, So painful was the impression they left on his mind that when he sent out the handbill-boys before breakfast the next morning, Newt took pains to warn them away from the neighbor- hood of Sol Altenburg’s residence, for fear a bill should inadvertently fall into his hands. By the time Peckville business men had begun to straggle downtown to their desks and counters, Newt and McVay had the store front framed in bunting and surmounted by the mammoth sign, “Grand Spring Opening!” while half the sidewalk was overrun with a seductive display of green onions, radishes, spinach, and rhubarb. . Meanwhile Hank’s delivery wagon had started on its rattling rounds with “Grand Spring Opening at Alten- burg’s To-day” staring sensationally from each of its curtained sides and old Blackie’s harness blossoming forth with red rosettes as big as double chrysanthemums, with a lone, jingling sleigh-bell attached to his collar. All this magnificence made a particular hit with Peck- ville’s younger set, who tagged the delivery wagon about under the blissful delusion that it belonged to a circus, until they recognized Hank’s very uncircussy phiz grinning at them from the driver’s seat. At the store, thrills for the adult, no less than the juvenile public, grew apace after the arrival of the Peckville String Orchestra in the persons of Buck Keever, mandolin virtuoso and bell- hop, and Rasty Williams, who operated the triangle when he wasn’t manipulating baggage at the “dee-po.” These youths, temporarily freed from their jobs by the slackness of flood- bound traffic, held the fort alone until Arch Berkey, taking. advantage of a dearth of bag- gage to be hauled, joined them with his ukelele, and ’Thaniel Yates, released from high school, added the “plink-plunk” of his banjo during the noon hour. Meanwhile, McVay’s prediction to Newt, “These sleepy galoots are going to laugh; but oh, boy! watch us block traffic on this corner to-day!’ was almost literally fulfilled. Mer- cantile Peckville held its sides with Homeric laughter; a grocery “opening”? was too ex- quisite! All and sundry stopped to gaze and giggle and point their fingers at the spectacular show window. Then they drifted inside to gawk with lessening merriment and more re- spect at the flags and festoons, and the perspir- ing orchestra, half-concealed behind Sol Alten- burg’s desk. Above all, they paused to view the bargains with appraising eyes and to hearken to McVay’s smooth, hypnotic elo- quence on the wonders of the “Grand Clear- ance Sale of Canned Goods!” In short, those who came to scoff remained to buy. Newt was in his element. He was every- where at once, swinging down goods from the highest shelves, whisking orders together, ex- horting and giving expert information all in the same breath. He beamed benevolently on the old customer who shrilled, “Land sakes, Newt, what’s come over Altenburg? He never had a real sale before!” “Shoo, ma’am, how can you say that?” chided Newt diplomatically. ‘Why, Alten- burg’s has always been the most up-to-date place in town! Where will you find such a big selection of garden truck? . . . Oh, yes, Mrs. Timmins, I’d say now was the time to lay in a supply of canned goods. You can’t tell how long we'll be tied up by this here flood. I know one feller that thinks it'll be at least a month before we get in touch with Chicago again. A dozen cans? You’re on, ma’am!” Along toward evening as the crowds began to thin out and Newt and McVay paused to take breath and exchange grins across a de- pleted counter, Mina Perrin suddenly popped in on them, bubbling over as usual. “Gee, Newt, you’ve certainly turned this burg upside down with your opening! I’ve been watching for ’em to thin out so I could 1924 come over. Yes, I want some cuttle-bone for the canary. Sa-ay, ain’t it gorgeous?” “Oh, pretty fair! Our customers seemed to like it, Mina.” Newt assumed a casual air, though his heart swelled with pride as he no- ticed that the old mockery in her eyes had given way to a species of admiration. “Glory! You oughta heard me razz Jake Knapp about you, Newt!” she burst out ecstatically. “TI was over to his place when the crowd over here was the thickest, and there wasn’t a soul in his place. ‘Huh!’ he grunts. ‘Must be a fire over there and the neighbors are helping ’em carry out the junk!’ “O, well,’ I says, ‘some people’s dumps are too slow to catch fire. No danger of them burning!’ ‘Bah!’ he snorts, ‘I hear Sol’s smart clerk has set up a merry-go-round to catch the crowd!’ ‘That’s better’n singing lullabies to your cus- tomers,’ I says, ‘so they go to sleep standing up!’ Whee! he was sore! Bet he won’t speak to me!” Newt grinned in deep gratification and, with his chest aiming at some high water mark of rotundity just this side of bursting, he was about to offer some modest comment, when suddenly the back door flew open to admit a very red and perspiring Hank, pop-eyed with excitement. “Oh, Newt,” he gasped, “I met old man Altenburg, and he said—he said——” All Newt’s forebodings returned in one wild rush and his self-confidence collapsed like a pricked bladder. He seized the de- livery boy and shoved him toward the back door, with the warning whisper, ‘Sh—sh! Not so loud! Where’d you see him? What did he say?” “ He was with his missus in the flivver comin’ into town up Central Av’noo,” gabbled Hank in an agitated undertone. “Minute he seen me he leaned out and shook his fist at me and shouted, ‘What d’ye mean by riggin’ my de- livery wagon up in them monkey-shinin’ gim- cracks? So what we heard was true after all!’ Then the missus tried to cool him down, but he only raved harder. I gathered from their line o’talk that they’d been on their way to the sanitarium when some one from Peckville overtook ’em and said something about the openin’, Newt. Then the old man was so mad | he made the missus come right back. Last thing he hollered at me was that you was a crack-brained goslin’ and he was comin’ straight here and settle your hash for you!” A sickening hollowness gathered in the pit of Newt’s stomach. But he drew himself up and squared his angular shoulders, saying with a ghastly imitation of his old cockiness, “ All right, let him come. I ain’t ashamed of what | I’ve done!” He walked back to his counter, stiff-legged and swaggering, to help McVay handle an influx of customers following close on Mina’s exit. But in his heart he knew he was beaten, and a nauseating terror sapped all the courage in him, leaving.only an outer crust of bravado. As he flew around tying up packages and ringing a lively tune on the cash register, his thoughts ran distractedly on the coming tragedy of old Sol’s vengeance. It suddenly occurred to him that a part of the vengeance was more than likely to fall on McVay; so he took the earliest opportunity to warn his accomplice: “Beat it, Mr. McVay! My boss is on the warpath, headed straight for this place. Fade while the fading’s good!” The Unicorn man looked him over calmly, imperturbably. “What! leave a pal in the lurch just after he’s pulled me out of a hole? Pooh, kiddo, that rheumaticky, pig-headed old fellow can’t stampede me!” Newt stammered his thanks. It was a com- fort to know he had an ally in the hour of trial. Still nothing could really lighten the burden of depression that had fallen on his sanguine spirit. Every time the front door opened he jumped. As closing time approached, he began to cherish a faint hope that the hand of retribu- tion would not strike that night, when he looked up and saw—not the enraged boss, but the hated competitor from across the street, standing in the doorway. The newcomer’s eyes were roving among shelves and counters to the denuded pyramid and finally to the gay decorations overhe2d, where they seemed to linger with sinister intentness. Newt broke into a perspiration. Two ministers of ven- geance to deal with at once! He had a wild impulse to crawl under the counter. But Jake Knapp was already advancing on him. “ As man to man, Newt Crumpet,” he began with deadly deliberation, “tell me—did you do all this by yourself?” A canoe picnic i ANOKk picnics are g ”» 0 While songe i request. club. Pg§dle over to your favofi F the camp-fire, others cA ns an “Old Town Canoe” is cer- ulated. 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The culprit tried to propitiate his inquisitor with a sickly grin. “Oh, sure!” he stuttered. “The boss, you know, is in bed sick. It was my own idea. I h-had to work it out alone, with my friend, Mr. McVay, here to lend a hand——” “T suspected as much! I know Sol Alten- burg through and through, and I don’t see his hand in anything that’s been going on here!” He leaned across the counter and hooked a bony forefinger into the shoulder-strap of Newt’s apron, beginning, ‘Now about that proposition you put up to me several weeks ago,” and lapsing into a confidential undertone. Utterly dumbfounded, Newt lent his attention without hearing much of what was said, yet realizing that Jake wasn’t talking about lodge decorations at all! Could it be that he had failed to identify the “borrowed” decorations? The shock of this discovery plunged Newt into such a stupor that he did not observe the noiseless entrance of Sol Altenburg at the back door. Leaning heavily on a cane, the stocky figure advanced toward the front of the store, his eyes ranging the place even as Jake Knapp’s had done, while in his stolid face that slow, consuming wrath, which Newt knew so | well, contended with an irritable amazement. | Slowly his eyes traveled from the gaudy canopy overhead to rest, as if by chance, on the cash-register, which drew him as a magnet draws iron filings. He limped around behind it {and opened the drawer. His eyes took on a fixed and glassy stare. They even acquired a gooseberry bulge as he bent over the drawer, deep in calculation. Suddenly he looked up and caught a side- view of Jake Knapp with a hand on Newt’s shoulder, absorbed in earnest discourse. At that moment Jake was saying quite audibly, “You bet I'll treat you white!” Straightway old Sol descended upon the un- conscious pair with raised care, thundering, “Jake Knapp, you snake in the grass, what d’ye mean by hanging around my place and trying to.lure my help away?” Newt jumped in sheer panic; but Jake squared about, retorting with ready pugnacity, “What you got to say about it, Sol Altenburg? You'll fire him for having an idea or two that would never enter your tough coco! You dog in the manger, you don’t want him yourself ———” “Don’t want him!” bellowed Sol, his stolid- ity shattered by a combination of outraged feelings and rheumatic twinges. ‘Why he’s taken in more to-day than we usually make ina week! And you offering him higher wages than I can pay to get him! It’s grand larceny!” Seeing his rival’s hand on Newt’s arm, he laid an equally determined grip on his clerk’s other arm, and the tug began. Newt feared he should be torn asunder, what with old Sol pulling him from behind the counter and pant- ing furiously, “Newt Crumpet, I'll kick you out of doors if you desert me in this low-down way!” and Jake jerking him half over the | counter, shouting, “Go chase yourself, Sol | Altenburg! I gotta right to make him a | proposition!” Suddenly a force like a sledge-hammer wrenched Newt’s arms free, and under its mo- mentum he staggered back and sat down forcibly in a half-filled bushel basket of apples behind the counter. The fall mercifully jolted his paralyzed wits into action. BOYS’ LIFE As he struggled to his feet, he recognized the force that had freed him—Sid McVay, standing at ease between the two glaring, hard-breathing combatants and saying in a cool tone, “C’mon, kiddo. Leave these two old boobs to fight it out and I’ll get you a job in Chicago with my boss—lots better’n this! We oughta get a train out soon!” Instantly the rivals became allies and turned on the stranger. “So!” rumbled Sol. “You sneak into my store and try to grab off my clerk from under my very nose! The nerve of you smart-aleck city chaps!” “Never saw its beat!” echoed Jake in righteous abhorrence. Sol lashed himself into a fine frenzy of in- dignation. “TI bet you filled this foolish boy’s head full of your city notions and put him up to the whole business!” This was too much for Newt. Loath to see his precious idea accredited to another, he blurted out, “It’s my own notion! Why, | talked of it to you, Mr. Altenburg, long before Mr. McVay came! He only helped me out with his shipment of canned stuff at Bicker- town and gave me the tip about getting vegetables from farmers. The rest I did myself!”’ His defiance invited martyrdom. But some- how the fight had gone out of Sol and Jake. His words obviously threw a bombshell into the camp of the boss, who for the first time recog- nized the despised Unicorn brand in the cans on the counter. Sid McVay added the final touch to his dis- comforture by purring in silky tones, “ Your cash-register wouldn’t be so full to-night if I hadn’t had that shipment up my sleeve, eh, Mr. Altenburg? By the way, if this sale goes on another day, you’ll just about have to give me another order. Ain’t the stock getting kinda low, Crumpet?” Old Sol wriggled uncomfortably under this adroit attack, growling, ‘‘Come around next time you're in town, McVay—and we'll see!”’ Newt judged the moment ripe for settling the question of his own worth. “Well, it’s more likely, Mr. McVay, that the opening will be called off to-morrow!” he said with offended dignity. ‘I may not be here!” “Aw, now, look here, Newt!’ The boss wheeled on him in alarm, glowering on his rival, who hovered near, hopefully awaiting the outcome. ‘You ain’t goin’ to leave me when I’m all twisted up with rheumatics, are you? T’ll raise your salary higher than what Jake Knapp offers and make you store manager while I’m gone. Come now, you’re making a pretty good thing of this sale. It would be a pity not to go on withit!”” As Newt remained pensively silent, he added in desperation, “Hang it, you can have a spring opening once a month if you set so much store by it!” “We-ell, when you put it like that, I reckon you mean it,” acquiesced Newt with just the right shade of reluctance. “It’s a bargain then.”” He added magnanimously, “I’d never leave you of my own accord, Mr. Altenburg, without giving you plenty of notice.” As Jake Knapp beat a hasty retreat, slam- ming the door behind him, Newt looked after: him, saying sententiously, “Gone off to have grand spring opening of his own! They’ll all be copying us, Mr. Altenburg!” And Sol Altenburg grunted. Photographic Contest Rules These instructions must be followed, otherwise pictures will not be considered: 1. Pictures must be taken by the contestant and related to Scouting directly or indirectly. Directly: Activities of scouts, hiking, camping work, etc. Indirectly: Animal and other nature studies. 2. 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Did you earn the subscription price yourself, and, if so, how? You need not have earned your own money, but if you did, tell how. d. How would you tell another boy why he should subscribe for BOYS’ LIFE? 2. Any reader of BOYS’ LIFE under eighteen years of age may compete. 3. iptions must be aepetn, or written legibly in ink on one side of the paper only. 4. Descriptions must not exceed 1,000 words. 5. The name, address and age of the author, and if a scout. his troop number, should appear in the upper right-hand corner of the page of the manuscript. 6. Manuscript must be marked “For the Why-I-Subscribed Contest,” and must reach us by the first of the second month preceding the date of the issue. 7. The Editorial Staff of BOYS’ LIFE will act as judges of the letters submitted, and any letter, whether prize winning or not, is to be available for publication. April

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Besides, I can why see | Alvarado’s way of looking at things. The | | wench was not hurt—aside from that thump }on the j little, fr her husband may have got a signal | he did, mind you, but there is the chance. So, thinks Alvarado, why punish a good soldier, when we have so few of fault which he did not manage to complete?” “Tf Captain Alvarado has any doubts on afflicted,” answered Pedro, shortly. “Granted,” said Sebastian. ‘ But what can | you do about it?”’ |” “Nothing, I confess,” owned Pedro, “and to that degree, my outburst was foolish. You have me there. But I am wondering Ww hat the pagans may do about it. “You think——?” “T think we are headed for a row, and in the worst possible cause. First, we levy on these people for clothing and food, a necessary proceeding, of course, but so carried out as to anger them much more than necessary. lying thief. Then one of our men insults a woman of the surliest village we have seen, as if it were not clear that these fellows will fight for their women as quickly as we for ours. Wiki tells me that in these pueblos, the women own the houses, and that a wife can turn her husband out of doors if he does not please her. Lastly, when the husband of that woman demands satisfaction, we refuse it in spite of the clearest evidence. .By St. James, they have every right to rise against us.” “T don’t think they will,” said Sebastian, “but what of Morales, on whom you have Pre war?” | “Well, what of him?” snapped Pedro. “‘He is a bad tempered man, is he not?” Pedro nodded. “And a violent man, and a treacherous, and one to whom honor means little? You agree, I perceive. | forced a quarrel on this man, so that he will | have to fight you if you both live to go back | Then | e by your speed with the sword that | | to New Spain, or be branded a coward. | you prove | you can best him in fair fight. But as long as | the expedition lasts, he has a chance to try | foul means, with that swine faced giant at his | elbow to help him, and the favor of Captain | Alvarado to aid him in escaping punishment. Eh, what of those things? As a soldier of Spain, Pedro mine, you stand very well, but | | asa fighter for your own hand, you are a fool.”’ | “Fool or not,” returned Pedro, like | obstinate boy, | by that swine of a Morales. “T devoutly hope you are right, comrade, | but a little watc hfulness for a season will do | you no harm.” The afternoon passed without any particular |event. Pedro was restless and Sebastian only a little less so. At last, an hour before noon, | the latter addressed the young man. “Would you care to ride out a little ways | from camp?” he said. “I have secured per- mission “*Good!”’ lela Pedro. “Tf you are going for a ride, I am coming along,” declared Peter. The two looked at each other, but though they plainly wanted Peter to stop behind, neither seemed ready to say so. In a few moments, all three were mounted and going across the plain on a gentle trot. “T have seen a number of pagans coming down from the village this morning,” said Sebastian, half carelessly. “And I,” returned Pedro, nodding. “It might be well——” He stopped. From somewhere behind the high ground which shut the horses from view came the dull roar of an arquebuss and imme- diately after, a yell, faint from distance, but shrill and menacing. Both soldiers drove home the spurs and plunged forward. Peter did likewise, but his mule could not be put at full speed immediately. Two more shots, one from an arquebuss, the other the lighter report of a petronel, came before he topped the rise. A quarter of a mile or more away he saw the herd milling round, with at least fifty Indians yelling and shooting the brutes with arrows. 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They had spied him at once, on the other side of the herd, cut off from the camp and making a despair- ing stand with his back to the cliff, against nearly a dozen Indians. Choosing instantly the right method of rescue, like the finished soldiers that they were, Sebastian and Pedro wasted no time in stopping to fire, but drove, yelling their loudest, straight toward their beleagured countryman. As _ they neared, their swords flashed out, and the Indians did not give back quite quickly enough to escape unscathed. Pedro thrust, and the weapon ripped through his enemy’s upper arm, making a disabling but not mortal wound; Sebastian swung his saber in a full arm stroke, and the head of one of the Indians seemed to leap from his shoulders, and rolled over and over on the bare ground as his body fell prone. “Santiago! Santiago!” yelled both men again—and Peter caught his breath and stared as he saw them wheel and charge the main body of Indians who now were driving away the horses; two men riding a headlong tilt at fifty. The Indians opened out and the white men went through the line, leaving their marks as they passed, then wheeled again and charged back. They might have won out, for fear of the white man was a potent ally, but luck was against them. Sebastian’s horse put his foot in a prairie dog hole and fell, pitching the rider over his head where he lay stunned. The Indians swarmed at him with loud yells, getting in each others’ way in their eagerness. Pedro rode to the rescue, yelling like a maniac. One red man went down before him, stabbed through the throat, another took the point under the short ribs; and then the young man sprang down over his friend, sword in one hand, dagger in the other, hack- ing and thrusting like a fiend. Peter yelled and tried to charge, weaponless though he was, but the Abbott, mule fashion, refused to be heels accounted for an Indian who came too near. The man they had just rescued came | plunging into the fray on his recovered horse, | but it was stout old Antonio who brought the real succor. Running up at a pace Peter never dreamed he could muster, he fired into the swarm of Indians at five yards, and then came to close quarters with the clubbed gun. The brown mob dissolved. “After them!” gasped Pedro, wiping away the blood that ran into his eyes from a cut on the forehead. The Indians were bolting to- ward the village, driving half the horses and mules ahead of them. Pedro clambered to his horse, and with the other soldier who had a mount, rushed after the pagans. From the | direction of the camp came the “Santiago” as the rest of the troop came charging. They | hurried the Indians and saved some animals, | but twenty horses and mules were driven in- |side the palisade; and when the undaunted | | Spaniards tried to charge the gate, they were | met not only by a storm of arrows, but by a shower of stones from the cliffs above. Al- | varado and three other men were knocked | down though not seriously injured, before the | captain called off the assault, and drew back | out of range to consider. Sebastian rode up, | reeling groggily in the saddle, and behind him came Antonio, afoot and puffing, but in right good humor. “Said I not I was born for an infantryman?” he demanded. “By the helmet of Don Roderick! you boys will learn some day that I tell the truth. My captain, Juan and I owe our lives to these young men who came by some gracious miracle, and it is in my mind that you owe them whatever horses have been saved. But for them, my captain, you would be mourning the loss of two of your best soldiers, not to mention a herd of steeds which the general would not like to spare.” “I am in their debt, and yours, Antonio,” returned Alvarado. ‘How did you men come to be out here?” he demanded of Pedro. ““We—Sebastian and I—have felt uneasy ever since that woman’s husband was sent away without satisfaction yesterday,” returned Pedro. ‘‘We got our horses and rode out— just in time.” “Three of the Mexicans are killed,’’ re- rted a soldier, who evidently had been told off for that purpose, “‘and six horses have been killed or hamstrung, besides those they have captured.” CHAPTER XVI “WE MUST have reinforcements,” said Alvarado. The little band had drawn up out of bowshot, and was alternately con- hurried into his master’s quarrels, though his ° templating the village and turning to inspect | its own troubles. “Don Garcia can not be | more than ten leagues away. One of our native allies can reach him on foot. But the general should be notified, too. Morales, ride your best to the general, tell him what these pagans have done, say that we have sent to Don Garcia, and ask for orders. Return as fast as possible. Go! Now, gentlemen,” he added, as Morales saluted and rode away, “we must keep these pagans penned up till help arrives; but has any one anything further | to suggest?” “Tf the captain pleases, I should like to go on a small scouting trip,” said Pedro. “If the alderman can be spared to accompany me, his eyesight would help. And—my captain, | Sebastian is ready to faint in his saddle.” The party drew back a little farther, and Sebastian was helped from the horse and his head soused with cold water. Indian allies were set to gather wild thyme, as the Spaniards persisted in calling sagebrush, that fires might be kindled when night came. Other allies were sent to move the camp up closer. Under cover of these activities, Pedro and the alder- man slipped away; Peter following. “What is this scouting business? ’’ demanded the alderman. “This,” returned Pedro. “Just before we were called to muster*yesterday on account of that scalawag’s misdeeds,” he cast,an ugly glance on the road that Morales had taken “T thought I noticed a way up that hill on the west. I want you to sneak up with meas close as possible, and see if my eyes played me false. If there is a way, we may be able to persuade these pagans to surrender.” “Not likely,”’ returned the alderman. * But worth trying,” he added. “Come on.” Leaving their horses behind a knoll that ‘hid them from even the topmost houses of the village, they circled to the left, using a little gully for concealment. Leaving this when it, had served their turn, they crawled on their bellies across the level ground, hidden by the sagebrush. Zigzagging back and forth, taRing advantage of cover as well as they knew how, the three at last reached a vantage point from fh which they could scan the western side of the cliff. A short study of the ground convinced them that Pedro had seen aright. Gully and crevice and jutting rock and stunted pinon tree made a sort of squirrel’s staircase, up which active men could help each other. One man alone, doubtless, would be baffled, but two or three together could make it. “With good fortune, we can do it,” declared Pedro. “Will you care to come along, alderman?” “Of course,” answered the other, frowning at such a foolish question. “ Part of the road will be in sight of that sentry, though.” “A cross bow bolt from the shelter of that second wild thyme should remedy that defect,” returned Pedro. “Santa Maria! We must put down this rebellion, but I find myself in a better humor to shoot at that pig of a Morales than at these wretched pagans, who have been spurred to revolt by our folly and that scoun- | drel’s villainy!” “Don’t let Captain Alvarado hear you dis- | coursing thus of his pet,” warned the alderman. “For my part, the killing of pagans is never wholly distasteful to me.” “Don’t let Fray Luis hear you!” retorted Pedro. “Now, to get back without those fellows seeing us. It will be more difficult than the advance.” They accomplished it, however, and made their report. After some discussion, Alvarado adopted Pedro’s suggestion. The latter, with | the alderman and Bernal the Moor, all famed as good shots, should undertake the ascent at midnight while some others of the scanty troop made a feint of attacking the gate of the palisade inside which the horses were penned. | Wiki was to go with the scouts as interpreter, | though Alvarado declared he saw no use in| parleying. They lay down, and in a few minutes were asleep. When they were wakened, it was night. There was.no moon, but the brilliant starlight of New Mexico was shining on plain and mesa, and they knew it was no easy task to approach | unseen. The three soldiers took their arms, a leather water bottle apiece, and a loaf of bread; Peter carried bow and arrows and water, while Wiki bore only an extra water bottle and provisions. Nothing more was said of Peter’s part in the trip, and he was careful to attract as little attention as possible. He moved about, silent and unobtrusive, asking no questions. The alderman was not so reticent. “Why the crossbow, instead of an arque- buss, on a trip like this, he asked. Firearms frighten those fellows, you know.” “Have you forgotten that shot from the second bush?” asked Pedro. ‘The crossbow is silent, and more accurate than an arquebuss | | when one must shoot upward.” BOYS’ LIFE “Plumed Snake Medicine” A tale of Indian bravery, en- durance and cunning that every boy should read Hunting had been bad. No buffalo hides were gathered for the long cold winter. | No buffalo meat hung over the smoking fire to be stored for the fam- : The chiefs of the Pikuni and Utgena tribes saw death as they smoked jthe calumet. Death from cold and stagvation unless they could lure hlo back to its old haunts. But it was d only by the tribes far to the Brave warriors were selected perilous journey. Through the Rocky Mountains, across the plains and énemy Inds they fought their way. On their They must succeed. Followfthese braves in their thrilling jest, i@ “Plumed Snake Medicine,” by illard Schultz. 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=e i O&O LO ons a iS ie ie id mn gs in D? re at ng 1S, re ry. +4 rat ve n't on ril FOR ALL BOYS “Good head,”’ commended the alderman. They slipped off toward the rear of the camp, keeping entirely out of sight. At the same time, a few men began to come out to- ward the front, pretending stealth, but really taking pains to be seen. This, of course, was a trick to divert attention. The scouting party circled as Pedro and the alderman had done that afternoon, but not so far, since even a New Mexico starlight is not so revealing as the light of the sun. Ina little while, they reached the point from which they had reconnoitered the cliffs, and paused for another look. Against the sky on the flat roof of one of the terraces they could see the head of a sentry, one of several who kept guard at the front of the village. On their own side, so far as could be told, no sentinel had been placed, though the man on the corner could watch that approach very nicely if he chose. “Three to one they see us before we get across,” whispered Pedro. “More like ten to one,” returned the alder- man in the same voice. ‘‘Come!” He started ahead, slipping from shadow to shadow with an almost Indian skill which proved his long apprenticeship in savage warfare. There were anxious moments, but in a quarter of an hour, they had gained, unseen, the foot of the cliff, and were ready to begin their climb. “T go first,” whispered Pedro, and the alder- man nodded. The young man led the way up the crevice. It was tough climbing, and more than once he had to wait while his companions boosted him up, and then reach down and help them to follow. They had gone rather less than half the way when they heard a shout, followed at once by the discharge of an arquebuss, and then a series of yells. “Now’s the time, hurry,” exclaimed the alderman under his breath. Pedro scrambled up faster than ever, and suddenly stopped. He had reached the second bush, the flat jutting rock which he must pass to go farther lay clear in the starlight, and from the vantage point above, the sentry was looking down. His pose was suspicious, as if he had seen or heard something that made him guess what was in the wind. Slowly, cautiously, Pedro tested his crossbow, found the string sound and drew it back till it slipped into the little notch cut to hold it. Still more slowly, he fitted an arrow to that string, and began to raise the weapon to take aim. In spite of all his care, the starlight touched the end of the bow, the sharp eyes above caught the faint gleam, and on the in- stant, a flint-headed arrow tinkled against the stones not a foot-from Pedro’s head. His own crossbow twanged a moment later, and the Indian staggered back and fell over the edge of his watch tower to the terrace below. A wild clamor of shots, yells and shouting came from the front. . “Come!” exclaimed Pedro, and the party scrambled upward at their fastest pace, paying slight attention to noiselessness. They reached the main level, ran a little to the left under the wall of the first house, then scrambled to its top by the aid of a chance boulder, and stopped aghast. A party of Indians was headed straight toward them, and their chance of a surprise was gone. “Santiago!’”’ roared Pedro and Bernal; but the alderman fired his arquebuss into the ad- vancing crowd before he took time or breath for a war cry. Bernal’s weapon boomed out a second later, and Pedro’s crossbow twanged. The Indians gave back, but so slowly that it was plain they were not to be scattered by a rush; and the quick-witted Spaniards seized the one chance of averting prompt extinction. “This way!’’ cried Pedro and the alderman in the same breath, and sprang toward the higher houses. Up the Indian ladder they rushed to the next level, kicking the ladder over behind them. Arrows were whistling past as they made the next climb, several | thudded into but could not pierce the leather | jerkins of the Spaniards. Two Indians rushed | out to stop them as they gained this terrace, but one dropped under Bernal’s clubbed gun, and the other fled. Up the last ladder they went, Pedro holding the post of honor in the rear and shoving Peter before him. As they reached the flat roof, the boy turned in time to see his frend sink forward with a groan. ‘*Pedro’s hurt!”’ he exclaimed, and it seemed as if he could feel the wound himself. ‘‘ Up with the ladder!” commanded the practical alder- man, disregarding any personal matters till | this bit of tactics was attended to. With Bernal’s help, he drew up the ladder, and laid it on the roof beside them, then bent over his wounded comrade. “Where is it?” he asked. “The thigh, the right one,” answered Pedro. The light was dim, but the alderman’s practiced fingers quickly told him the story; an arrow, shot from behind, had driven clean through the outer part of the thigh, the stone head pro- jecting in front, the shaft behind. The alder- man turned to Bernal. “Watch those pagans,” he commanded. “Bite on your glove, Pedro,” he said, turning back to the wounded man. “We'll fix it. So.” Pedro set his teeth on his. glove, and | waited. The alderman broke off the head of the arrow, then drew out the shaft with a quick pull. When it was out, but not until then, Pedro groaned. “Santa Maria!” he said. ‘‘The pagan who sent that shaft had a good bow. Can you bind it tight, now, so it will not bleed too much? We have no water to spare—bleeding makes you thirsty,” he explained, as if he sensed Peter’s question. “You may as well sleep,” said the alderman when he finished binding the wound. “This is a double siege. The pagans cannot reach us, and our men below cannot reach them. I hope Don Garcia’s coming is not too long delayed,” he added, philosophically. Pedro slept. Peter must have slept, too, for it was broad daylight when he found him- self studying the situation. They occupied the flat roof of the topmost house of the village. That roof made a platform fifteen or sixteen feet one way by twenty the other. It could be reached only by a ladder. The Indians could bring up ladders, of course, but in doing so, must expose themselves to the fire of the Spaniards. There was little danger of their place being stormed, and while they were them- selves besieged, they could do a good deal of damage to the Indians. The boy looked round to meet the keen eyes of his friend. (To be continued in May Boys’ Lire) a | Westy Martin, First Class (Continued from page 11) over tillmorning. Then suddenly it occurred to him that he was just dilly-dallying, and he strode out of the station and through the little main street where farming implements were conspicuous among the displays. He paused to glance at these and other things in which he had never before had an interest. Never before had he found so many excuses for pausing along a business thoroughfare. Westy intended to return through the woods but a man in a buckboard with a load of clanking milk cans gave him a lift and set him down at the crossroads near the farm. He cut up through the orchard because he had a queer feeling that he did not want anyone to see him coming. It seemed very quiet about the farm; he had an odd feeling that he was seeing it during his own absence. It looked strange to see his aunt stringing beans on the little porch outside the kitchen and Ira sitting with his legs stretched along the lowest step. His back Was against the house and he was smoking his pipe. The homely, familiar scene made Westy homesick for the farm. “Mercy on us, what you doin’ here?’”’ Aunt Mira gasped. ‘Westy! You near skeered the life out of me!” 1924 Ira removed his atrocious pipe from his mouth long enough to inquire without the least sign of shock. “‘What’s the matter, Kid? Get lost in the woods and missed your train?” “No, I didn’t get lost in the woods,”’ said Westy, with a touch of testiness. “Lands sake, Iry, why can’t you never stop plaguin’ the boy,” said Aunt Mira. “‘T came back,” said Westy rather clumsily. “T came back to tell you something. I’ve got something I want to tell you because I— because I want to be the one to tell you——” “You lost your money,” interrupted Aunt Mira. ‘I told your uncle he should have made you a check.” “Scouts and them kind don’t carry no checks,” said Ira. “‘T came back,” said Westy, “‘ because I want to tell you that I shot a deer in the woods and killed him. It’s true, so you needn’t ask me any questions about it, because—because I shot him because I had good reasons—anyway, because I wanted to, so there’s no good talking about it.” Aunt Mira laid down her work and stared at Westy. 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Then I went through the woods to Barrett’s because I decided to go to Chandler that way, | and while I was talking to a man there the |game warden and another man came along | because they must have been—they must have known about it or something. | ‘Anyway, I told them I did it—killed the deer. So then I got arrested and they took, me to Chandler and the judge or justice of the peace or whatever they call him, he said I had to pay a hundred dollars, so I did. [we got enough left to get home with all right. But anyway, I didn’t want you to hear about it because I wanted to tell you myself. I’ve got to stand the blame because I killed him and so that’s all there is to it.”’ It was fortunate for Westy that Aunt Mira was too dumfounded for words. As for Ira, his face was a study during the boy’s recital. He watched Westy shrewdly, now and then with a little glint of amusement in his eye as the young sportsman stumbled along with his boyish confession. Only once did he speak and that was when the boy had finished. ‘*Who was the man you was talkin’ with in Barrett’s, Kid?” ‘His name is Meadows,” Westy answered. “Hmph,” was Ira’s only comment. Indeed, he had no opportunity for comment for Aunt Mira was presently upon him and her incisive commentary on Ira’s qualities prob- |ably saved Westy the discomfort of further questioning. He was such a thoroughly good boy that now when he confessed to doing wrong, Aunt Mira felt impelled to lay the blame to someone else. And Ira was the victim. .. . CHAPTER XVI AUNT MIRA AND IRA OW you see, Iry Hasbrook, where your boastin’ and braggin’ and lyin’ yarns has led to,” said Aunt Mira, after Westy had gone. It had proved impossible to detain him, and he had strode off after his sensational dis- closure with a feeling of infinite relief that no complications had occurred. But he might have seen danger of complications in Ira’s shrewd, amused look if he had only taken the trouble to notice this. ‘““He’s a great kid,” said Ira. ““A pretty mess you’ve got him in,” said Aunt Mira, “with your droppin’ this and droppin’ that. Now he’s dropped his deer and BOYS’ LIFE I hope you’re satisfied. ’*Twouldn’t be no wonder if he ran away to sea and you to blame, Ira Hasbrook. It’s because he’s so good and trustin’ and makes heroes out of everyone, even fools like you with your kidnappin’ kings and rum smugglin’ and what all.” ‘How "bout the book in the settin’-room?” Ira asked. Aunt Mira made no answer to this but she at least paid Ira the compliment of rising from her chair with such vigor of determination that the dishpan full of beans which had been reposing in her lap were precipitated upon the floor. She strode into the sitting-room where the “sumptuous, gorgeously illustrated volume” lay upon the innocent worsted tidy which decorously covered the nude marble of the center table. Laying hands upon it with such heroic de- termination as never one of its flaunted hunters showed, she conveyed it to the kitchen and forthwith cremated it in the huge cooking stove. Then she returned to the back porch with an air that suggested that what she had just done to the book was intended as an illustration of what she would like to do to Ira himself. But Ira was not sufficiently sensitive to take note of this ghastly implication. “Yer recipe for makin’ currant wine was in that book,”’ was all he said. For a4 moment, Aunt Mira paused aghast. It seemed as if, in spite of her spectacular display, Ira had the better of her. He sat calmly smoking his pipe. : “Why didn’t you call to me that it was there?” she demanded sharply. ‘*You wouldn’t of believed me, liar,’ said Ira quietly. ‘**T don’t want to hear no more of your talk, Iry,’ said the distressed and rather baffled lady. ‘*I don’t know as I mind losin’ the recipe. What [’m thinkin’ about is the hundred dollars that poor boy worked to get—and as you went and lost for him.” She had subsided to the weeping stage now and she sat down in the old wooden armchair and lifted her gingham apron to her eyes and all [ra could see was her gray head shaking. Her anger and decisive action had used up all her strength and she was a touching enough spectacle now, as she sat there weeping silently, the string-beans and the empty dishpan scattered on the porch floor at her feet. ‘*He’s all right, Aunty,”’ was all that Ira said. “T thank heavens he told the truth ’bout it leastways,’ Aunt Mira sobbed, pathetically groping for the dishpan. ‘I thank heavens he come back here like a little man and told the truth. I couldn’t of beared it if he’d just sneaked away and lied. He won’t lie to Henry —if he wouldn’t lie to me he won’t lie to Henry. I do hope Henry won’t be hard with him—I know he won’t lie to his father, ’tain’t in him to do that. He was just tempted, he saw the deer and his head was full of all what you told him and that pesky book I hope the Lord will for- give me for ever buyin’. I’m goin’ to write to Henry this very night. I’m goin’ to tell him about that book and ask him to forgive me my part in it.” “* Ask him if he’s got a good recipe for currant wine,” drawled Ira. (Continued in May Boys’ I’m such a LiFE) The Coun ie witn Real Boy Detective | (Concluded from page 8) man heard coming up or down the stairs was | closely scrutinized by the boy from a point of advantage. If the stranger had not been seen | before he was asked the whereabouts of the | Swartz concern. When someone was coming | that had been approached before the boy would | disappear, as if by magic, using a convenient | rubbish closet to hide in. Toward evening a young man wearing loud | clothes entered the building and walked slowly up the stairs whistling lustily. The boy ap- | proached him and asked the same question. “1 don’t know, Kid. Guess it is up on the top floor.” With this the man continued up the stairs. When he reached the landing for | the third floor he turned, glanced behind him | and all that he could see was the errand boy struggling with his load. Still whistling he walked rapidly toward the end of the hall where Litchtield’s place of business was situated. As he passed a door leading into one of the company’s workrooms it was opened a little way and a man behind it kicked out a small yellow envelope, and then quickly closed the door again. The whistler stooped, picked up the envel- ope, walked a few steps farther and then re- turned to the stairs and started down. As he turned the boy with the package was just disappearing up the fourth flight. When out of sight of the man the boy ran to the stairway window, threw it open and dropped a small weight onto the top of the wagon. The driver jumped out and three men vaulted from the inside. They took up position near the doorway and kept their eyes glued on it and the boy. When the whistling man emerged from the building the boy pointed at him and _ the waiting men closed in. “That’s him,” shouted the boy. until I get there.” The four flights of stairs were negotiated in almost as many jumps and as the boy joined the group, one of the men said, “‘ Have you got him right, Danny?” “Sure!” Then Danny went on to explain that while he was following this man up the stairs he remained just far enough back of him to enable him to reach the third floor landing in time to see the door of Litchfield’s shop open and a sharp-faced individual kick out a small yellow envelope, which was picked up by the man. While Danny was telling his story of what had happened the man was protesting his inno- A pril Hold him

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ne Ww 1ir all ler ler an m in ad ot he to FOR ALL BOYS cence in a loud voice and at the same time threatening his captors with every sort of trouble imaginable. When Danny’s story was finished the chief operative turned to the man and said, “Well, old timer, what have you to say for yourself now? Let’s see what is in your pockets.” With a shrug of his shoulders and a gesture of despair the man submitted to a search and out of one of his pockets came such an envelope as described by Danny. On opening it they found it to contain four uncut diamonds and two platinum mountings. As the prisoner refused to name his compan- ion two of the operatives were left to guard him while Danny, the chief, and one other opera- tive went upstairs. The operative was sta- tioned at the door that Danny had seen opened. The chief and he went to the owner’s private office where he was informed in a very few words of what had happened. Permission was granted to them to see the employees of the firm. As it was near closing time, it was arranged for Danny to remain out of sight near the time- clock. He was to give a certain signal when the right man appeared to ring out. By this time Danny was so excited that he could hardly stand still and as man after man walked up to the clock, took out his card and | checked out and he did not recognize any of | them he became alarmed. He had just about reached the conclusion that he would be unable to identify the man he had seen, when suddenly he felt something come over him. Later he said that before the man even came into sight he knew the next man was going to be the one he was looking for. A thin, sharp-faced, ferret-eyed man came from nowhere and Danny almost fell out of his hiding-place in giving the signal. The chief operative walked up to the man and took him to the office. After a lengthy questioning, during which he refused to admit any participation in the many losses, he was confronted with the first prisoner. Thinking that this man had told the detectives about him he confessed everything. Long before Danny’s return to the office his clever piece of work was heard of and when he walked in with the other operatives he was given a greeting that will long be re- membered by him. That night Danny went home again w earing his new trousers and lugging every evening paper published which had heralded his work in black headlines. ‘Boy in knee trousers causes capture of two dangerous diamond thieves.” | Seven Iron Swords | (Concluded from page 15) Phillipe put down his h-mmer. In the corner under a heap of charred wood, he kicked out six other swords, all beaten of iron, heavy, awkward weapons, too thick by a thumb width, too short by a palm. “Choose your own!” Phillipe was smiling, “and call on the Spirit of Joan of Arc to bless it, while you sharpen the blade on that slate stone.” “The two of us? The two of us against the score and ten invaders?” Phillipe laid off his apron. “Listen, dullone. There are seven weapons. You see them? And I, for one, am not un- skilled in the art of handling them. You swing a moulinet well—you should be able to slash a little, too. Then there is Peter, the son of the miller, and Denis, the gamekeeper’s boy, who has practiced with a staff on his father’s oxen. The gatekeeper has two, not so big as I, but big enough. I have not thought of the seventh.” “Seven—to fight all the English?” “Aye, the thirty English who are not ex- pecting us.” “You are brave, Phillipe!” “T am not a coward! I am a Frenchman. I handle a sword well! The Duke of Isle said so.” At least he talked like a soldier! His words stuck in the ears of the candle- maker’s son. Before night, seven young plot- ters were around the smithy’s fire. They barred the heavy timbers at the door, took out the seven iron swords and tested their strength. Young Phillipe showed them patiently. “Lift it so! Aye, Peter! And now strike!” Theirarms weresore by the time dark dropped on St. Astier. Phillipe rubbed goose grease on their swollen hands and urged them out into the street. Walking cautiously, the seven French boys came at last to the silent church. A pattern of firelight played in the watch- openings of the church wall, and Englishmen Were singing while they made their supper, as is the habit of conquerors. Charles caught his breath. “They have a guard at the foot of the stair,” he w hispered. “T saw them to-day—— “Two men!”’ answered Phillipe contemptu- ously. ‘‘T saw them, too, leaning on their bows with sand in their eyes. They think St. Astier is frightened—or asleep.” They sidled into the open at the right of the step, Phillipe leading with his shield before him, Charles at his heel, Peter and Denis hold- ing their heavy weapons in two hands and walking close together. The sons of the gate- keeper, spindling lads, stalked gravely side by side. Behind them in a patched red smock, much too bright for any secret business, came Henri, the fisher boy, whom Phillipe had en- listed for his seventh man-in-arms. It was Henri who’ dropped his sword, dropped it with a clatter. The two bowmen on guard at the foot of the tower stair stopped their idle talk. “What’s that?” Phillipe heard one of them cry, and the other answer: “Strike me! It had the ting of a weapon!” Phillipe was ready when they put their Noses out of the door. He raised his sword fairly, and drove its blunt point at the throat 91924 of the burlier one. He could see his red face in the lantern light from the hallway. It was the braggart who had stolen his sword. “Stand!” Phillipe ordered, as he had heard the knights. ‘Stand silent!” The English soldier was big in his bones and not easily frightened. He thrashed his bow down on Phillipe’s tasseled cap. It was too close quarters to draw string. Phillipe parried the blow, and it slid off his wide blade while he went forward on one foot, with a bent knee and all his strength in the thrust. He heard a gasp of breath, and saw his opponent step backward nimbly, throw down his bow, and reach for the weapon in his belt. So Phillipe le Roche crossed his iron sword with his own Damascus blade. Charles and Peter were easy prey for the | other fellow. He was knocking their two heads on the flagstone floor. Then a heavy sword struck him on the neck, and he upset, to see a furious boy in a red smock whacking the air. Henri redeemed the racket he had made before by helping up his comrades. ‘T'll teach you to steal French swords!”’ Phillipe was grunting. “There—that one and that—stand, give in!” The Englishman, surprised with so much vigor, bac ked toward the wall. And when his foot slid on the slippery floor, he felt a twang in his right hand and his weapon spun into the air. He dabbed at a cut on his left cheek. “Give me my sword!” Phillipe lifted his own Damascus weapon off the floor and flung his i iron blade aside. “You guard the prisone rs!’’ he directed a son of the gateman. ‘The rest of us—hurry!” Already a voice was calling down the stair to know what the noise had been. “Come! Are you snails?” Phillipe cried. “Or babies? Charles!” The son of the candlemaker gave up his hold on an aching head and followed Phillipe up the stairs. It was a narrow way, twist- ing upward to the left, as you shall see, if ever you visit St. Astier. Before the boys were half to the roof, a light shone down on their heads. A tall Englishman with a long pike and a torch that smoked and sent out yellow light, paused at a landing. Phillipe charged, up seven steps. There was little room for sword play and less for a lance. From messenger boy captain industry Why ger that so many business exeg@tives point with satisfaction eir early training with Western Jnion? 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Without him they were leaderless. One of the quickest jumped to the stack of arms. Phillipe blocked the way with his sword. “On your knees, fellow,” he cried, “and ask pardon for blacking the soil of France!” The startled English looked at the attacking group—five boys in cloth dress, all save one with an awkward iron sword, and only that one secure behind a shield. “They are mere lads,” a bold archer ven- tured. ““Aye, “And you are English prisoners! They grumbled under their tongues as they surrendered. ‘Look to them close!’’ Phillipe bade, “‘and now new lodgings! You may think over your sins in the monastery.” It was no stiff task to march the captives to the old monastery, around the corner behind the church, and lock all thirty in the cellars there, a jug of water to each one and ten loaves of bread for their breakfasts. The townsmen unbolted their doors, cau- | tiously at first, when they heard the news. | Old Papa Mamere, the shepherd who lived by | the bridge, got out his flute and played upon ‘it till half the ears in town were ac hing and his own breath had blown away. Women in night- caps carried fagots of dried vine cuttings from | the vineyards and made a heap in the square. The village priest lighted the fire with his French lads,” Phillipe answered. ” own hand and was the first to suggest a dance. All night the people daiced, while the young girls sang. Even Bernard le Roche came off his sick bed, and went with his neighbors to stare at the church vestibule, where the fight had been, and which they knew as well as their own kitchen doors. And on the lower step, where they attacked the English, Phillipe le Roche and six other lads leaned on their swords and pretended to be at ease. Then before dawn, when the fires were burn- ing low, a courier rode into town with a banner on his lance, and his white horse panting from its gallop. “The Duke of Isle is coming back!”’ he cried. St. Astier cheered. Its people drew up in two lines, that they might bend a knee to their master when he passed. Tongues rattled with gossip. The Duke had charged the English at Neuvic where they held him prisoner with all his knights, and the English had fled, but not till twenty knights of Isle had fallen. When the Duke pressed through his own gate two hours later, first into his ears was the story of the fight in the church. “ Phillipe?” he exclaimed. “Send him here, and the rest of them!” The seven men of arms hesitated. Their feet grew clumsy when they tried to walk like sol- diers. Their swords banged one on another, which all fighting men know is a sound to be avoided, for it wakes the enemy. They drew up, abashed, before the Duke, Phillipe at their head. BOYS’ LIFE “You lad!” cried the Duke. “The boy who tilted well with moulinets—are you not the’ same?” ‘By your leave,”’ answered Phillipe, stutter-! ing, “the same!” ‘‘And you captured the Englishmen with iron swords? Faith, there’s fighting blood in the hearts of you. Tell me, how came it?” When Phillipe was done with his story, the Duke swung down from his mount, pulled off his gauntlet, and gave to Phillipe his bare hand, Aye, his own bare hand to grip! “With such men will St. Astier be safe, yes and all of Isle!” he cried, slapping his horse’s neck. “But, lad, enough of compliments! I ride to-morrow to fight the British once more, at Coutras, where they have set up citadel. With two men to help you, how many iron swords can you make this night and by to- morrow noon? Think fast, how many?” “A score!” ‘Good! A score, and the seven you have— twenty-seven! While you are working at these new weapons, have this yellow-headed boy go out—you, Charles, son of the candle maker! Get twenty other lads of your same age and size. When we march on Coutras my body- guard will be with me, the Iron Swords. I command you lad to captain them!” “Captain them?” “Aye, you lead the men of the iron blades, my young Captain! You stand there gasping? Run—hurry! Pound the iron, lad, make the swords!”’ the big trout. Then you think of how you decided to shift camp and how you cleaned everything “ow to Plan Yeuwr Cameing Trip (Concluded from page 16) i] telling, ‘What the well-dressed man will wear when he goes camping.” One of the essen- ee tial things to a well up and packed things carefully in the pack with a thrill of what lay behind the turn in the trail. With a final glance at your old camp the leader cried, “*Let’s go,”’ and off you went with a swing in your step ‘along the Long Brown Path. There you have the camping spirit, the spirit of the members of the fraternity of the trail. Looking at camping in a more practical sense, there are many sides to it beyond the spiritual stimulation. Most everyone knows that a healthy body is a steady partner to a healthy mind, and hours or days of out-door recreation are not to be begrudged. Athletics help to develop strength and endurance but it seems to me that today they are over-indulged in. Camping gives the ideal amount of exercise and, most important of all, keeps one in the open air practically all the time, and that is really what is desirable. Camping teaches us many essential things; building cabins and lean-tos, the stars, birds and nature study, what to do if lost, fishing and equipment, winter and summer sports, trail building, rock formations, prevention of accidents and first aid, signalling in the woods, and many other things. What a worthwhile accomplish- ment! ; The camper is never at a loss to talk intelli- gently upon those subjects if the- occasion should arise, but you never find him a brag- gart. Another fundamental thing is the fact that camping teaches a man to think of others. It is like playing on a football team. There are always a few individual stars, to be sure, but on the whole everyone has to work together. In getting the camp ready, everyone from the weakest to the strongest has an important part to play; some get wood, others carry water from the brook, there has to be a cook and someone to open the tin cans and get out the grub, there is a tent to be raised or a lean-to to be made. Everybody helps and in helping they help one another. No one shirks his task, there is a strong feeling of loyalty and camaraderie dominating, and cheerfulness is the watch- word. What can be better training than this ? Camping brings out every desirable quality that is in a man or is lying dormant, waiting to be awakened by suchas this. The bad traits are smothered, for a fellow can not hope to be a true companion unless he plays the game squarely and acts honorably. High ideals are encouraged; honesty, loyalty, a knowledge of your duty to God, a realization that there is someone else beside yourself. A feeling of fair play and self-restraint are brought out. A camper has to follow these things to the letter and once they are mastered, they will remain an integral part of him until his dying day. The clean life in the woods brings one very close to his Maker and in that leafy environment, it is a sacrilege to do wrong. For honest-to-goodness cooking it is hard to beat a meal that is prepared over a small hot fire by a real camper. And then, the fellow who eats in the forest knows what is worth- while. He carefully prepares his grub list, does away with non-essentials and takes food along that is light but possesses great body building value. He knows that in the winter his system needs fats and sweets, foods that give energy and warmth. In the summer he avoids such foods in quantity. He avoids tobacco for he wishes to treat his heart and lungs squarely and knows that, for a perfectly running body. it has no place. It is a mistaken idea that one must go far into the wilderness to camp in order to really enjoy oneself. Most cities have beautiful spots nearby which offer splendid facilities for a week-end jaunt. Another popular fallacy is that camping is a hardship. Those who have camped know better. One can be as comfort- able in the woods as in the city. The camper with the “roughing it” idea is of the past. Again, it is not necessary to have a large and expensive equipment in order that the trip may be a success. When I go camping I have been told that I look more like a disreputable tramp than a camper, but nevertheless 1 seem to enjoy myself and the things that I now wear have seen lots of service and hard knocks, and they were not bought with the aid of an article- balanced education is a habit of reading worthwhile books. Of all the boys with whom I have gone camping, there was not a single one who read _ use- less literature. In fact; I was put on the track of really good books on the first camping trip that I made. This Fraternity of the Trail is a wonderful organization. Its members might well tell to those who do not belong to it, the ten outdoor commandments which were formulated by the Tramp and Trail Club of New York City: (r) Clear all leaves and twigs from around your fire and do not build it on pine needles. (2) Be sure that the fire is out before you leave it; do not be satisfied by someone say- ing that it is out. ‘ 3) Always leave the camp-site cleaner than you found it and at established camps replenish the fuel, etc. (4) Respect property; remember that you are an uninvited guest. (5) Do not walk ground. (6) Do not pick cultivated fruits nor de- stroy growing timber (7) Do not pick rare flowers and do not pick tlowers in the parks (8) Always leave gates, signs, and fences as you found them Remember that a de stroyed trail sign may mean a serious thing to someone else (9) Dress for camping, not for a tea party. (1c) Do not do anything that is likely to bring discredit to campers As I sit here and write beside my cabin win- dow and look out at the bills across the valley a prayer that the college outing club of which I was a member crops up ip my mind. It ran something like this: ‘‘O God, as we climb higher, the path becomes plainer and the mountain of Truth lifts its summit ever more of the valley and the tangled trail below us and glorious before us. We look back on the mists the great plan begins.to unfold. May we count it all joy when the way is steep, if it lead to a clearer and better knowing of Thy ways and Thyselt.” through prohibited and was slowly saw- even crush a ship’s f)j— boat and which they use to eat much larger animals than those eaten by whale- bone whales. The ** Thar She | Blows!” (C ere page 13) ing it in two with his sharp teeth, but | the writhing snake- | like arms of the squid were all twined sperm whale, the Captain said, is the largest of the whales with teeth, and grows to be 60 feet long. It feeds on squid, which are devilfishes with long bodies and ten writhing arms located on their heads. The Captain said they are kin to our snails, but they are anything but slow. They move tail first most of the time, but can go either way; moving back and forth with the speed of a shut- tle on a sewing machine They move by means of a sort of jump, taking in water and then driving themselves along by contracting their bodies and forcing the water out again sud- denly. When they want to get away from their enemies, they squirt an inky substance into the water which clouds it and helps them escape like the smoke-screen helps the battleship. The Captain told me about a fight he once saw between a Giant Squid and a Giant Sperm Whale. He said be never saw anything kick up so much stir in the water. The whalé had the body part of the Giant Squid in his mouth around the whale’s head and giving him the tussle of his life. The whale probably won, he said, but some- times squids may even get the better of whales, The Prince of Monaco, who used to study deep-sea animals, once fitted out a whaling expedition to hunt sperm whales, just to get the rare specimens of squid which are often found in the stomachs of these whales when they are cut open. (Concluded on page 62) April

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Is “Ve 1e he in he ‘n- ell On Oe to he nd ou Ly- ler Ips 10t ces de ing ty. to ‘in- ley ich ran mb the ore und ists unt | to ind awe vith but ike- juid red ile’s life. me- r of udy ling get ften yhen prile FOR ALL BOYS P 61 LOOK WHAT YOULL GET IN BOVS' LIFE IN SIX MONTHS! our Dollar Buys 2A Installments of Serials **The Quest of the Golden Cities’’ by George L. Knapp ‘“‘Hari, the Jungle Lad’’ by D. G. Mukerji ‘‘Westy Martin, First Class’’ by Percy K. Fitzhugh **The Cruise of the Cuttlefish’’ by Francis Lynde ‘‘The House by the Gate’’ 90 ShortStories.& Articles HERE ARE SOME OF THEM : *“‘Envenomed Guards”’ by Paul L. Anderson ‘The Red Bee’’ by Merritt P. Allen “‘Pardners’”’ by Mather Brooks “The Black Avenger’’ by Archibald Rutledge A8 Department Articles ‘“*Runnin’ Wilde’”’ by Ralph H. Barbour ‘*The Club-Horned Moose’”’ by John Beames “Bristles, Surnamed Hedgehog”’ by Fred Berthoud “*The Test Flight’’ by Rex V. Bixby “‘Keep Your Nerve and Flying Speed’’ by Thomp- son Burtis “Scarecrow Island’”’ by Russell Gordon Carter “*To the Victor the Spoils’’ by Arthur Chapman “*The Fire That Failed’’ by John L. Considine “‘Cheese & Spaghetti’? by George Cawthorne “‘His Own Breed’”’ by Harrison Conrard “Stories of Famous Athletes’’ by Walter Camp “How to Keep Fit’’ by Dr. George J. Fisher “*Pancho of the Knife’’ by Irving Crump “*Ted Blackman, Camper’”’ by Allen Curtis **Mathematics According to Fritz’? by Fred R. Coe ““The Fire Bug’’ by Leon W. Dean “‘Training Secrets’? by Homer Baker “The Honor System’’ by Arthur B. Reeve ‘*The Mucker’’ by Leon W. Dean “*Kidd in Shoal Waters’’ by Edwin Cole **Seven Iron Swords’’ by Karl W. Detzer ‘Coming of the Wharf Rat’’ by Leon W. Dean “The Wasp of Old Quebec’”’ by Karl W. Detzer “The Courage of Lieut. Cole’? by Mather Brooks “Grand Spring Opening’’ by Zoe Hartman “The Promotion of Private Marr’’ by Mather rooks “Hi Grampus’ Christmas Tree’? by Frank Farrington “*Tongues of Flame’’ by James H. Hull “The Drifting Signal’’ by C. T. Jackson **Lost Spear Head Lode’’ by J. T. Kescel “The Night Alarm” by J. T. Kescel ; “The Lantern of Diogenes’? by Wm. Joseph Lancaster “The Mustang of Madman’s Gap” by E. Waldo ong “Brief but Lasting’’ by Mather Brooks “The Resourcefulness of Chuck Terry’’ by Frank R. Pierce “That Dog’”’ by E. Muschamp ‘“*Even Up”’ by G. P. Marquis ‘*The Cat Came Back’’ by F. J. Rigney “‘Scouting In Science”’ a series of articles “*The Professional’’ by Earl R. Silvers “‘Cornered’’ by Barry Scobee “The Night Watch at Waverly’’ by Dennis Stovall **Me and the Portegee Both”’ by Arthur Gordon COVERING THE FOLLOWING SUBJECTS: The Radio Tower Camping Department Af | einai Pops of Popular Science Stamps The World Brotherhood of Boys Dan Beard’s Scouting Section Photographic Contest Cave Scout Think and Grin A Patrol Leader’s Letters What the World Is Doing, by A. R. W. Mackreth Puzzlecraft National Council News Tool Box Notes **How To Do It’? by “Skipper Gidney”’ Songs and Stunts Don’t Miss It! 6 Great Copies Like This BOYS’ LIFE For One Dollar— Use This Coupon Now=~a BOY SCOUTS OF AMERICA FIFTH AVENUE BUILDING, NEW YORK, N. Y. For the enclosed $1.00 please send the i bigger and better BOYS’ LIFE for six months beginning with. , renee ..... mumber Name ...... Address. ........... . del coh dak eee (Extra Canadian Postage, 25c. Foreign Postage, 50c) MSA ee ce ee ey ee ee TE A —= ! | i 1924

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Wherever there is big business, there you will find the Mongol Pencil— The Nation’s Look for the —— BLACK TIP Lz N with The Barkarae-Fater GOLD BAND estas NEW times we confuse leisure with idleness. Now leisure is a very tine thing. I wish I had more of it. It gives one an opportunity to indulge in more varied kinds of activity. If you have never tried to account for what you do with the twenty-four hours in each day, you will be amazed to find how much leisure you really have, even if your time seems to je fully occupied. If you spend eight hours in sleep, eight hours in work and two hours in eating which, I suppose, is the average routine of American life, you still have left six mysteri- ous hours of leisure. I say ‘‘mysterious’’ be- cause they are usually hard to account for. They usually slip by without our knowing exactly what we do with them. The way in which you employ this long period of leisure every day will have a tremendous bearing upon your health, your happiness and your charac- ter. If you spend this time in sheer idleness you will be cheating yourself out of great prot'c and satisfaction. For in these six hours a day, if you systematize them, you can work wonders. You can keep yourself in such fine physical condition that the mere condition of being alive April

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= y- u| et \s ig 1€ id ig et ies FOR ALL BOYS ~ is a great joy. You can pursue any hobby or avocation that you like. You can become an expert on any subject under the sun. And you will come back to your daily routine with greater refreshment and enthusiasm than if you spent this leisure in idling and “killing time.” “Killing time” is, by the way, a most extraordi- nary expression, for time is the one thing you can’t kill. It moves relentlessly and inevitably on and to get the most out of life you must move with it. As I am writing this, I am looking forward to a long period of leisure myself. I have just completed “The Thief of Bagdad,” which has taken a year of the most concentrated and un- interrupted work. I shall go to New York and probably to Europe. If this were to be a vaca- tion from all activity, I should contemplate it with the greatest distaste and foreboding. But there is a vast amount of reading I want to do, there will be stimulating contacts with new people and other parts of the world and I shall be reaching out for an idea for another picture. National Council Official News (Concluded from page 45) F. White; R. O. Wyland, Assistant Director, Department of Education, National Head- quarters; Mr. A. Hirsh, Assistant to Mr. Wyland. Another worthwhile piece of co-operation has been made in the five boroughs of New York City by the Knights of Columbus. A letter was sent by the State Deputy to all k. of C. councils in the city calling their attention to the Interborough Training Course for Scoutmasters which opened February 4th, urging their co-operation. The State Deputy asked that the names of all possible candidates be sent to the New York Foundation which 1s conducting the course. Annual Report for 1922 HE Annual Report of the Boy Scouts of America is, by law, presented to Congress an- nually. ‘This year it was not possible to present it formally until Congress convened, early in De- cember. It was referred to the Committee on Education, and ordered printed by the House of Representatives. In view of the late date at which the report is appearing in printed form, a limited quantity only have been ordered. | Chickens and Vegetables, Inc. ; | | | (Concluded from page 19 ) then led the way into the library where the board of directors rose as he entered. “Good evening, Mr. Reynolds,” said the Judge pleasantly. “Have a cigar.” Somewhat reluctantly the greengrocer sat himself on the edge of the armchair that Uncle Warren pushed forward, and lighted his cigar. “T didn’t know there was going to be so many present,” he began, “but I s’pose you mean me to speak out just the same. Now I hate to make trouble between neighbors, but the fact is’—he coughed to cover his embar- rassment—“ your young people have started some childish game of selling vegetables and they’re selling them so cheap that they’re taking the bread right out of my mouth—and out of my wife’s mouth.” “Mr. Reynolds,” said the judge quietly, “you are now present at a special meeting of the directors of what is—except for a few legal formalities—a stock corporation doing business in conformity with the laws of this state. We were incorporated—with the exception of the legal technicalities which I have just mentioned last May and since then we have employed labor, have grown foodstuffs which otherwise would not have been produced, have paid dividends, increased our capitalization when necessary, floated an issue of bonds protected with the proper amortization fund, and now owe no bills that we can’t pay and have a respectable surplus in addition to a comfortable fund for depreciation of plant. This business has been conducted almost exclusively by the younger members of the company and I have never interfered except to make suggestions in my capacity of legal adviser of the corporation. I have no other office. As a matter of fact, these young people own more stock than their elders and could easily outvote us if we ever tried to coerce them, but that we have never wanted to do. It may interest you to know that the stockholder who owns next to the largest number of shares is the gentleman asleep in the corner.” “T’m not asleep,”” murmured William from the depths of an armchair. “I just shut my eyes so I could listen.” (“What a bully father,” thought Rob. “Backs a chap up all the time.”’) Mr. Reynolds was horribly ill at ease. With his usual gesture he tried to wipe his hands on his apron, but finding no apron became more embarrassed than ever. “Just to finish my statement,” continued Judge Thornton, “let me say that at the last meeting of the directors it was decided to ask our President to call upon you and have a friendly chat to see if we could get together and come to some agreement.” Rob stood up. ‘What would you suggest, Mr. Reynolds?” he asked as he had asked a few hours earlier. The greengrocer was never too much con- fused to talk business. There came a crafty look into his weak blue eyes as he said slowly, “Get together is what you said, I think, Judge? Well, why shouldn’t we get together for our mutual advantage?” He rubbed his hands 1924 together. ‘Why shouldn’t we just fix rates so we can both make money? Folks would have to pay our price for vegetables no matter how high it is; there’s nowhere else handy where they can get em. All we have to do is to ‘jack up’ our prices, both of us, and then we’d sit pretty.” “Ts it your suggestion,” asked the President, “that we should both agree upon high prices so that we can get more from our customers?” “Yes, yes,” he answered quickly, “you get me right away.” Rob did not speak for a moment and then said politely, “ Very well, sir, the directors will consider your suggestion—later.” “Have another cigar,” cried Uncle Warren, jumping up instantly. “Have one to smoke going home. Rob, Mr. Reynolds’s coat and hat.” Mr. Reynolds took another cigar without demur and, after shaking hands effusively with Judge Thornton, went away. Rob returned presently from letting his guest out and stood in the doorway. “Well?” said he. There was a moment of silence. ‘Don’t all speak at once,” remarked Rob, seating himself. Still no one spoke. It was the Judge who finally broke the silence. ‘I would very much like to hear from Jack on this subject.” “Well,” Jack answered with a deep sigh, “you all know how I need the money, but it isn’t quite a square deal, is it, to stick our friends who have been buying of us all summer. It’s ‘dirty ball,’ that’s what it is.” “Ralph?” “Same here. How about you, Rob?” “You have both of you spoken my thoughts, but I suppose we ought to have a vote.” “Right you are,” cried Jack. “I move we tell old Reynolds to go to blazes.” Ralph seconded the motion. “Tt is regularly moved and seconded,” de- clared the President solemnly, “that we tell old Reynolds to go to blazes.” “T offer an amendment,” stated the judge, smiling, “that we do it politely.” “The amendment is accepted with regret,” Jack grunted. “Tt is now regularly moved and seconded that we tell old Reynolds politely to go to blazes. Will somebody please wake up William and ask him how he votes?” William, on being prodded into life and hav- ing the matter laid before him, asked drowsily, ““Who’s Reynolds, and why does he want to go to blazes?” Jack patiently explained it to him while William rubbed his eyes. ‘That’s punk,” he muttered. “I vote to let him go to blazes.” “Tt’s unanimous,” reported Rob after the vote had been taken. “Now what are we going to do?” Judge Thornton seemec very happy about something. “Young gentlerien,” said he, beaming, “I’m pleased with you; I am dis- tinctly pleased with you. Had you made suci an agreement as Mr. Reynolds suggested ana had there been—as he said—no other | And the gun wouldn’t go off ! The biggest elephant Carl Akeley ever saw in his twenty years as an African big game hunter was suddenly on top of him! He raised his gun to fire, and it wouldn’t go off! The elephant plunged down on him—— But read this TRUE STORY by CARL E. AKELEY in BOYS’ LIFE for May SAY! 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04 greengrocer within a reasonable distance, you would have made an unlawful contract and would, I think, have come under the provision of the law as a ‘conspiracy in restraint of trade.’ The government does not intend that any man or any group of men shall have a monopoly— that is, the sole power of dealing in a thing. I am pleased with you all because, while you didn’t know it was illegal, you had an instinc- tive feeling that it was what Jack called ‘dirty ball’ and so you refused to go into it. I am a lawyer,” he went on more seriously, “and I believe thoroughly in the essential righteous- ness of the law, and you by your action have helped to confirm me in that belief. I want to say—although you won’t understand it—that ‘Reason is justified of her children.’” “Thank you, sir,” replied Rob. “That’s fine and dandy, and I certainly should hate to have William go to jail as a conspirator.” “So should I,” murmured William, opening one eye. “But,” continued Rob, “‘ what are we going to do?” Suddenly Jack was seized with a brilliant idea. “‘Why shouldn’t we sell out to him?” he demanded. ‘“ My enemy, the calendar, tells me that we’ve got to close up and go to school pretty soon anyway.” “But that would let Reynolds charge what he liked,” objected somebody. Uncle Warren rose to his feet. ‘No, it wouldn’t,” he explained, smiling. ‘I didn’t want to speak until you had decided about his proposition, but as a matter of fact we're going to have a new greengrocer in town. The real estate agent told me so to-night.” r'hen Rob, in his turn, stood up. “Now I can tell my story,” he said. “The farmer with whom Larry Doyle used to live came into town this afternoon and called here because Larry had written him about the fine broilers he was raising. He’s offered to buy all our poultry department including the incubator.” No one spoke for a moment. It had been very pleasant to be directors and handle the affairs of a corporation, and now that it was nearly over everyone realized with a pang that giving it all up would not be easy. “Oh, Gee!” burst out Ralph, “I wish old Reynolds would take the school to blazes with him.” “Ll be the goat again,” spoke up Uncle Warren. ‘I move that this corporation do now wind up its affairs and go out of business and that the details be left to our President.” “And that he try to get Larry back on the farm,” amended Mrs. Thornton, “ where he'll get enough to eat.” The vote was unanimous and the meeting broke up rather sorrowfully. The next day Rob hunted up the new green grocer and Mr. Reynolds, and by getting them together managed to get a very fair price for all the vegetables with the understanding that, they were to be picked as soon as possible by the purchasers. Next he telephoned the farmer and soon had disposed of the poultry depart- ment including Larry and his incubator. Mrs. Thornton then called on Larry’s aunt and got her permission in no time. So it was that a few days later Larry went out of the story, happily swinging his legs from the tail of the farmer’s motor truck. When Mrs. Thornton turned away her eyes were full of tears. “Oh, boy!” she said huskily in Larry’s best manner, ‘‘Oh, boy! ain’t it great!” Again the directors met, but this time it was for their last session. “Well, Mr. Treasurer,” asked the Judge, ‘have we paid all our debts? I ask that fora reason, because some overconscientious person might point out that—since we never took out a charter—we were not a real corporation and so were not entitled to do business under a corporate name. If we have paid every penny that we owe I don’t believe anybody will raise the question.” The Treasurer reported proudly that every bill had been paid and that he held receipts. ““And have we been able to collect all the money that is due us?” ** Nearly all of it. There are a few small bills that we have not been able to collect.”’ ‘**Somebody always has to be the goat,’’ re- marked Uncle Warrens haking his head mourn- fully. ‘‘I will agree to accept these bills as part of what is coming to me. I'll collect them: leave it to me.” “Your offer is accepted with thanks, Mr. Goat,” answered Rob. “Here are the bills; you can see they don’t amount to much.” “‘ And has the Treasurer cash in hand now so that we may proceed?” asked the counsel. Ralph held up a roll of bills. “Fine. You have there, of course, every- thing including the money received from sales, the cash on hand, the sinking fund and the fund for depreciation of plant. We will begin, then, by redeeming the bonds which, as you will remember, are an obligation that we solemnly promised to meet. Bonds can’t usually be redeemed whenever the company chooses, but must run for the length of time that is stated on them.” Theyall tried to joke and be merry, but it was hard work. “The company’s bonds have now been re- tired,’ announced the Treasurer presently. “T suppose the capital stock comes next.” The Transfer Agent produced his little book as each one came forward. ‘I have the honor to report,’ declared the Treasurer, when all the certificates of stock had been turned in and put with the bonds to be cancelled, “that the company has a surplus which will be divided according to the shares held by each.” ** Jack,” broke in his father quickly, *“‘do you remember that you couldn’t understand why capital stock and surplus should be put among the liabilities in the balance sheet? You see now that when a company goes out of business it does owe those two items to somebody and has to pay them.” “And lastly I beg to report that I have distributed the surplus,” announced the Treasurer, dusting his hands to show there was nothing left. ‘‘That’s all.” Me an Oa BOY. SCOUTS of Chicago celebrated Boy Scout week by showing that they live up to the Scout oath and law. On the west side of the city, as well as in other sec- tions. many boys started bank deposits or added to the ones they already had. This showed that the Scout thrifty and obeys the ninth scout law. In the picture are shown west side scouts de- positing money in the Garfield Is Park State Bank. Left to right are Dan Nixon, troop 212; Everett Olenick, troop 234; and Marshall Himes, troop 212. BOYS’ LIFE! There fell a silence, for no one liked to make the last motion. After a moment Rob turned to Uncle Warren. ‘‘Hasn’t the goat a motion to make?” he asked quietly. The goat arose. ‘‘Mr. President,” said he soberly, “with a great deal of regret I move you, sir, that the Community Service Corpora- tion be dissolved.” Rob turned to the others. “If there’s ; objection,” he declared grufily, “it is so ordered.” ATER in the evening after Ralph had gone Jack approached his father, holding a five-dollar bill in his hand which represented what he had received. “Well, Jack?”’ said his father. Jack twisted the bill up in his fingers. “1'y been working,” he began deep down in hi throat, “‘I’ve been working and I’ve been say ing too—when I could.” “T know it, Jack,” replied his father quietly; “‘T’ve been watching you. That’s what father are for.” “Well, I don’t want anybody to think,” went on Jack almost defiantly, “that I’m one of those goody-goody Sunday School boys that always do right; but I’ve been thinking that—maybe I ought to—to a The Judge finished the phrase for him. ‘Put that five dollars back in the safe upstairs where it came from.” ‘““Why, yes, something like that.” The father smiled up at his son. “It’s up to you, Jack. You’re the doctor.” Jack took a long breath and then held the money out. ‘Oh, all right,’ he growled dis- gustedly, “shove her in.” ‘“‘T won’t do anything of the kind,’’ returned his father unexpectedly. ‘‘ Are you a boy ora mouse? Haven’t you any self-control? I want you to take that money and put it in your pocket and keep it until some day per- haps you'll find something that you really need and that’s worth five dollars. Then buy it. But whenever you feel tempted to ‘blow it in’ on nonsense, just ask yourself—‘Am I a man or a mouse?’”’ After Jack had wandered off looking very serious, William came up to his father, his little fist full of bills. “Why, William,’”’ asked the Judge, ‘“ where on earth did you get all that money?” “T worked for it,’’ replied William briefly. Then he looked up into his father’s face and asked, “ Father, do you know any good banks?” “Ves, William, several.” ““Where they pay interest?” “Yes, where they pay interest William pushed the money into his father’s hands. “All right,’’ said he, “shove her in.” THE ENb ” Franklin K. Mathiews, Associate Editor BOYS’ LIFE — APRIL, 1924 Published by the Boy Scouts of America James E. West, Editor Hawthorne Daniel, Managing Editor E. O'Connor, Assistant Editor G. P. Coffin, Assistant Editor Honorary President Calvin Coolidge Honorary Vice-Presidents William H. Taft Daniel Carter Beard William G. McAdoo President Colin H. 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