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FOR ALL BOYS APRIL, 1929 3 VOL. XIX, NO. 4 Hit and Run! By Harold M. Sherman PART I I, THERE, Newcomer!” Sandy Sanderson, on his way to Prescott High, stopped short and glanced about. Could this greeting have been addressed to him. This was only his second day in town and he had met few people. “Wait a second! I’ll go along with you!” A genial-looking youth of about his own age was approach- ing from across the street. Sandy’s face lightened. He wanted to become acquainted with the fellows as quickly as possible and feel at home in the place to which his parents had moved. Mighty nice of this chap to be warming up to him! “You’re the bird who just moved in across the river from Slug Pickens, aren’t you?” came the query when the fellow who had hailed him reached his side. Sandy nodded. “I guess so. The family over there’s named Pickens though I haven’t' met Slug yet.” “You haven’t?” grinned the youth confronting him, “Well, 1929 Illustrated by Robert A. Graef Pl when you do!” He broke off abruptly and extended his hand. “Excuse me, my name’s Hoop Holliday. I’m an East Sider, if that means anything to you.” Sandy took the proffered hand, somewhat perplexedly. “Glad to meet you. My name’s Horace Sanderson. Every- body calls me Sandy. Maybe I’m dumb but I don’t ‘get’ you at all on ‘East Sider.’” Hoop laughed. “I didn’t think you’d been here long enough to ‘get’ that,” he replied. “Well, let me wise you up to something. The fellows in this town are divided up into two gangs—those that live on the west side of the river and those that live on the east. And these two gangs love each other like cats love dogs. I used to be leader of the East Side bunch and I know!” ““Who’s leader now?” asked Sandy, interestedly. “No one,” answered Hoop. ‘The West Side Terrors out- number us two to one. It’s as much as a guy’s hide is worth to buck ’em.” “That so?” reflected Sandy. ‘What do you fellows call yourselves?” “Wildcats,” admitted Hoop. “And you don’t even show your claws? Some wildcats!” “We showed ’em, don’t worry!” said Hoop. “But we had ‘For your special information, we're running the town” ‘em pulled out of us. You’re not sadder and wiser yet, but you will be living so close to Slug Pickens, who’s leader of the Terrors.’ Sandy whistled. Then, reflectively. ‘‘ Well, my folks have come here to live and I cer- tainly intend to have a good time. Don’t see why I should kowtow to Slug and his bunch just because I live on the other side of town.” Hoop grinned. ‘Say, it won’t be any time at all before you'll be walking on the other side of the street whenever a Terror passes—that’s what they’ve got us doing!” “That’s rich!” said the town’s newcomer. them make me do it! This is a free country. I please!” “Sure!” rejoined Hoop. doing it!” The two, having continued on the way toward the school, were now within sight of it. “Sounds to me,” said Sandy, “as though this Slug had you guys badly buffaloed. I’m glad you tipped me off. I'll be set for that baby when I meet up with him. If I’m supposed to be a Wildcat, here’s one that can’t be tamed!” “That’s the kind of talk!” encouraged Hoop. “And don’t think we’re not with you! Boy, if you can get away with it, you know what you’il be’ Our next leader!” Sandy’s face flushed. ‘I’m not looking to be any leader,” he replied. “But I don’t intend to be stepped on if I can help it.” “More power to you!” was Hoop’s parting retort. Within the next hour, all East Siders in Prescott High knew that a possible new champion of their lost cause had arrived. Secret elation was felt at the prospects of the West Side Terrors running up against further opposition. They had held unbroken sway for so long that their rule had almost become traditional. “This fellow Sandy doesn’t know what he’s bumping into,” remarked Sly Cooley. ‘“That’s why he’s acting so bold.” “What Slug Pickens and his gang won’t do to him!” said Dan Overman, ruefully. “I really feel sorry for the guy.” “ The latest victim’s a mighty good build, though,” reminded Pink Barringer. ‘You can’t tell. Uf he decides to put up a scrap he may give those Terrors some trouble.” “Like to see I’ll walk where “Only don’t let Slug catch you BS Sy es ee Luptiie 393 pO a ed

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Ot ated = Bw RE rea iy eats a pee Se te ae Seer SST ERL te Sp 2 a 4 “One against thirty!” scoffed Hoop. ‘“‘What a chance!” . “If only about ten other birds like Sandy would land on our side of town,” wished Dan. ‘Then maybe we could begin to talk back.” “As it is,” lamented Sly. ‘We'll have to go on picking up the crumbs that those Terrors drop!” “‘Which are few,” added Hoop. ‘Anyhow, bunch, let’s keep our eyes on Sandy and see what happens!” PRESCOTT HIGH, unfortunately for the much abused East Siders, was situated well upon the west side of town, which called for a daily invasion of what might technically have been termed “enemy territory.” It was a section in which the East Side bunch did not tarry long once their business there was concluded. Experience had taught them to keep moving. And, even then, they made it a rule to travel in group formation. If those Terrors ever caught a fellow alone——! The following night Sandy Sanderson, with other members of the Ancient History class, was detained half an hour after school to complete some special map work. As several errands awaited him at home, Sandy hurried through the work and finished ahead of his fellows. On leaving his desk to hand the drawings in, Hoop, sitting nearby, touched his arm. “Take your time, Sandy. Better wait for us!” Sandy halted. “Can’t to-night. I’min a hurry.” “Better wait just the same. We'll all be out of here in fifteen minutes and those Terrors are liable to be laying for you!” ey Qotet— Luaracl i ‘ The newcomer shrugged his shoulders. “Let ’em lay!” he replied, in a scornful undertone. ‘They can’t stop me going home when I want to!” And out Sandy walked to the amazed concern of seven fellow East Siders whom he left behind. Two blocks from Prescott High and toward the east was a pretty little park. It was the town’s one garden spot and had, to grace its center, a fountain and pool, topped by an im- posing piece of statuary. The park, with its diagonal paths, provided convenient short-cuts to and from school. And down one of these paths the homeward bound Sandy hastened. “Here he comes, guys!” said the voice of a watcher behind a hedge. “And he’s all by his lonesome!” informed another. “‘Leave him to me!” commanded a powerfully built youth, stepping out upon a highway into which the path led. “I'll put the Terror on him!” The next instant East Prescott’s new resident found himself face to face with a jaunty individual who focused a look on him intended as chilling. “So you’re the new East Sider, eh?” was Slug Pickens’s opening salutation. ‘Well, you’re on the West Side now. And—for your special information—we’re running the town!” Fellow Terrors appeared magically from the hedge at this declaration and took position behind their. chieftain. The i ef he a \ . = 4 Vg & , = Va a Ba r P LE. 4 i ah if = et Pe noe ” / } ambushed East Sider surveyed the odds with apparent unconcern, “Ts that so?” he retorted, quietly, and moved forward as though to push his way through. “Yes, that’s so!”’ fired Slug, blocking him off. ‘‘ And what’s more, you belong on the other side of the street, see?” “No, I don’t see!” “None of your back talk!” With this Slug shoved Sandy from the walk. ‘After this you take to the other side of the street any time you see us coming.” Sandy stepped back on the walk. “But I don’t see you coming!” he grinned, good-naturedly. “I see you going. Beat it, you fellows, this sidewalk’s wide enough for both of us.” 4, % . an Sad “4 . Qa q é , é “The dickens it is!” interposed Slug, turning appeal- ingly to his fellow Terrors. ‘Are we going to let this fresh guy get away with this? If we do, the other East Side nuts——” “Tl say not!” supported Slim Decker, Slug’s right-hand man. “This bird needs a lesson!” put in Phil Stone. “Give him the works!” shouted Fat Watson. The new resident of East Prescott stood his ground, seem- ingly much amused at the threats and implications. “Listen, you!” sneered Slug, imposingly. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll hit it across the street mighty quick and you’ll keep out of our way from now on. We'll leave you alone so long as you stay on your side of town and do as we say, but——”’ Sandy stiffened. ‘‘Who do you think you are? Nobody can tell me what to do! And if I want to be on this side of town——!” “Oh, my gosh!” It was Hoop’s voice. He, with his small bunch of East Siders, having left the school together, had come suddenly in sight of the Terrors surrounding Sandy. “Don’t let ’em spot us!” Hoop entreated, dropping down behind a hedge. ‘“Let’s watch this thing!” From a distance of comparative safety, the thoroughly dis- organized group of Wildcats looked on. “You sure are hunting for trouble!” blazed the chief of the Terrors. “And trouble is what you’re going to get! Grab onto him, fellows!” BOYS’ LIFE Within three minutes of the charge every Terror had been either pushed, lifted or thrown into the pool WO Terrors seized the defiant rebel at once, Sandy offer- ing no resistance. “So you won’t take the other side of the street, eh?” Slug’s tone was bantering. : “Not for you!” came the unflinching, quiet answer. “All right, gang!” snapped the leader. “March this bird to the pool!” “Poor Sandy!” muttered Hoop to his fellow Wildcats. “They’re going to give him the old water cure!” “And it’s cold to-day, too!” whispered Dan Overman. “Pretty tough Spring weather. Chances are all they want to do is throw a scare into him. I don’t think they’d dare——” “Dare?” scoffed Pink Barringer. ‘Those guys would dare anything!” Arrived beside the pool, the prisoner was once more arraigned before the Chief Terror. “Changed your mind now?” East Prescott’s new resident looked down at the water and then directly at his questioner and shook his head, resolutely. “No, sir, and I never will!” “We'll see about that! Think we’re bluffing, don’t you? Be too bad to spoil that suit of clothes!” The suggestion of a ducking appeared to have no effect. “Remember, it’s your last chance!” warned the Chief Terror. ‘And that water’s like ice!” “T hate to see Sandy get a deal like this!” protested Pink. “We ought to go to his help.” “ And get thrown in ourselves?” counseled Hoop. ‘What'd we gain by that?” “T’d feel better about it anyhow,” replied Pink miserably. “They tossed me in that pool once when none of you guys would raise a finger for me.” “Wait!” begged Hoop. ‘‘There’s five more of them than April “ I ’ ‘ cor ber of 1 19

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ffer- bird cats. nan. it to ” jare nore and ely. hief ink. at’d bly. uys han ril us! No sense in being foolish! Sandy’ll have to take his medicine like we’ve all done and some day maybe——” “Razzberries!” muttered Pink. “It’s been ‘some day’ too long already!” Bt none of the Wildcats felt sufficiently aroused to rush to the new Wildcat’s aid. Sandy had not as yet been initiated to the terrors of the Terrors and this was something which seemed to be coming to every East Sider whether re- sistance was offered or not. And now, under Slug Pickens’s direction, Sandy was being pushed to the edge of the pool and imminently threatened with a ducking. “No!” East Prescott’s new resident was heard to declare emphatically to a final demand. “Then you’re all wet!’’ shouted the commander-in-chief. And, with a quick movement which brought gasps from the small group of onlooking Wildcats, the unresisting Sandy was lifted from his feet and hurled bodily over the low retaining wall into the water. He struck with a chilling splash and disappeared from sight as the Terrors howled in glee. “There! How do you like that, East Sider?” was the cry which greeted Sandy when he came gulping to the surface. “Of all dirty tricks!” denounced Pink. ‘Those guys ought to be doused themselves.”’ “You said it!”” agreed Hoop. In water five feet.deep, Sandy stroked to the retaining wall and caught hold of it, pulling his bedraggled self from the pool and sitting on the wall, grinning. “Look at that! Can you beat it?” : Amazed, fellow Wildcats shook their heads in perplexity. This Sandy person was hard to understand. His complacency and utter unconcern in a situation such as this was all but un- believable. What he should be doing was to be up and busting those Terrors on the noses! “How about it?” came the stern voice of Slug Pickens. “You take the other side of the street now?” “Yes,” came the answer. “When I get good and ready!” “Tn he goes again, gang!” And splash! went Sandy backwards into the pool! “Hey, that’s going too far!” raged Sly. “One ducking’s plenty!” Om, don’t care what the rest of you birds do,” cried Pink m——”? “Keep your shirt on!” cautioned Hoop. “Our time’s coming! You wait!” Rebellion over the Terrors’ treatment of their new mem- ber was replacing fear of consequences. A thoroughly aroused little group saw Sandy once more swim to the side of the pool and pull himself up. There was no good-humored 1929 grin on his face now. He straddled the wall, slipped to the ground and stood, wet clothes clinging pastily to him, facing the circle of Terrors. “All right, you guys! That’ll be enough!” ANDY’S voice was hard though the words were in a low tone. “Ts that so?” retorted the Chief Terror, facing him banter- ingly. ‘We'll be the judge of that! It’s going to be just too bad for you! From now on, Sanderson, look out for us West Side Terrors, and see to it that you don’t cross our path!” “See to it you don’t cross mine!” was the unexpected flash- back. Springing suddenly into action the seemingly docile Sandy became a human whirlwind. He seized the surprised Slug Pickens about the waist before he could make a move in self-defense, swept him off his feet and spun around with him, lifting and pushing. “Help!” yelled the Chief Terror, but—too late! He went scraping and clawing over the retaining wall and plop! into the pool! “Great!” Hoop fairly shrieked. ‘Wonder- iu ful!” .e ‘“‘Sandy’s got nerve!” shouted Pink. ‘‘Come BA on, guys. It’s our time now!” ee Set upon by exasperated Terrors, a grim- ae jawed Sandy now fought to defend himself. A rf skilful piece of dodging and a quick shove sent another Terror sprawling head foremost over the retaining wall into the unpleasantly cool water. ‘We'll fix you for this!” bellowed the enraged Slug Pickens, coughing and spitting. : So concerned were the suddenly demoralized Terrors with the subduing of this captive that they were totally unaware of a quickly culminating attack from behind. But, with a rush and a roar, a courageously inspired pack of long-abused Wildcats bore down upon the out- numbering Terror gang, struggling with Sandy near the wall. Had the onslaught been planned in advance it could not have been more admirably timed. Each picking a man, the Wildcat attackers threw themselves against the figures at the wall and sent them flying over and into the pool to join the two Sandy had disposed of. The first crashing contact reduced the ranks of the Terrors to even numbers with the at- tacking Wildcats and so furious was their assault, aided by the newest and pluckiest of Wildcats, that within three minutes of the charge every high and mighty Terror had been either pushed, lifted or thrown into the pool. “Now who’s all WET?” they taunted as the water in the pool churned white with the frenzied efforts of the Terrors to get out. ‘Beat it, fellows!” urged an elated Hoop. “Don’t give ’em a chance to catch us! Come on, Sandy!” 5 And the small bunch of Wildcats wisely effected an instant but orderly retreat, hurling back biting rejoinders as they ran. “Come back here you ‘hit and run’ babies!” cried a greatly aggrieved and thoroughly soaked Chief Terror as he clam- bered from the pool and shook a dripping fist after them. But of course neither he, nor any of his dispirited followers were permitted any satisfaction. The Wildcats knew when they were ‘well off” and made sure of being well off before stopping. “Wow, oh, wow!” panted Pink, with the retreat halted only after the friendly border of the East Side was reached. “What sweet revenge! Put her there, Sandy, old boy, you started this! You’re a martyr to our cause!” “You’re more than that!” insisted Sly. “ You’re our new leader!” “Hey! Hey!” protested East Prescott’s new resident. “None of that stuff!” “What did I tell you?” grinned Hoop. “You're a real Wildcat if there ever was one! Say, we gave those Terrors something to think about! Go to her, Sandy! We’re behind you,and we're in it to stick this time! You’re our Napoleon and the Terrors’ Waterloo!” “Yea!” yelled fellow Wildcats, waxing enthusiastic. “‘What do we care if we’re out-numbered?” ranted Pink. “We'll pull our stuff unawares like we did to-day. Let ’em call us ‘hit and run’ babies if they want to! That’s a good idea Slug handed us, ‘hit and run.’ We'll wear ’em out chasing us! What do you say, Sandy? Are you with us?” The new resident looked down at his soaked and wrinkled clothing and once more gave way to a grin. ““Well, fellows, it looks like this is one thing I can’t get out of,” he answered. And from that moment Sandy Sanderson, the town’s new- comer, became a figure to be reckoned with in East and West Prescott. EEKS of careful maneuvering followed in which re- juvenated Wildcats exercised great caution not to be caught off guard. It was evident that they had created new respect for themselves among their much-feared foemen and no Wildcat wished to risk the temporary advantage held. Sandy, too, in seriously taking command, had advised a “sniping campaign” to make up for a lack of numbers with which to meet the Terrors in the open. Surprise attacks were to be the order but nothing was to be started unless the Terrors started it first. (Continued on page 59) “Tf you know what’s good * for you youll let the locker alone” Ay 4 > . : Atm 7 , t Nee A 2

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| Snakes Alive S HE banked the huge plane about, Jack Kane peered out the window of the glassed-in cabin at the light-flooded field beneath him. He could see his father standing in the glare of one of the landing lights and waving good-bye and good luck to him. Jack circled the field several times, gaining altitude. St. Louis, beneath him, became a strange pattern of lights in the darkness. At five thousand feet he leveled out, sure that the huge monoplane was functioning perfectly and that it would bear him safely through the night to his destina- tion, New York. Jack set his plane on the com- pass course for New York City, then he adjusted his earth-in- ductor compass so that the needle sat directly above the zero in the center of the dial. Jack did not expect any difficulty in keeping it there. He settled back in his seat for the long hours of flying ahead of him. He began to reflect on the circumstances that had sent him on this night flight with the queer cargo that was in the pas- senger compartment back of him. Jack’s father owned the Aerial Transportation Company, oper- ating out of St. Louis. The financial affairs of the company were not in very good condition. It kept Mr. Kane busy trying to make both ends meet. Jack, this eve- ning, as he always did, had driven down to the field to take his father home. At nine o’clock the field was usually quiet, but to-night there had been unusual activity. The great monoplane recent- ly purchased, was being tuned up and gassed by the me- chanics and the landing _ lights were on. All this had not surprised Jack, but when he entered his father’s office and saw him don- ing his flying-gear, he knew something extraordinary was going on. “Dad, where are you going at this time of night?” he exclaimed, springing forward. Mr. Kane looked proudly at his stalwart young son. They were companions and there was never any subterfuge between them. “I’ve got to go to New York to-night,” he said. “Who’s going to pilot you?” Jack asked. “That’s just the trouble,”’ Mr. Kane answered. “I can’t get in touch with any of my pilots, and so I’m going to take the plane myself.” “You can’t, Dad. You haven’t flown at night since the war; and besides you’ve never had this new monoplane up and, moreover, you promised mother you wouldn’t make any dangerous flights that weren’t absolutely necessary.” “But this one is, son,” his father had answered. “I’ve been offered a five-thousand-dollar bonus by a moving- picture concern if I get a cargo to Roosevelt Field, New York, by nine o’clock to-morrow morning. That five thousand will put us on our feet. I can’t find any of my pilots, so I’m going to go myself. I guess I’ll get through all right.” “Dad, let me take it?” Jack had grasped his father by the arms pleadingly. This was the opportunity that he had been looking for to show his father that he was really a good pilot and he seized it. “T’ve been up in that monoplane every day since we’ve had it. You know ‘Trombone’ Reilly says I’m as good a pilot as any you have.” (“Trombone” Reilly was Mr. Kane’s test pilot.) “But,” Mr. Kane had remonstrated, “Mother wouldn’t want you to go any more than she would me.” Jack had seen that his father was weakening and so had continued his pleadings. At last, reluctantly, Mr. Kane had given in. , “What am I going to carry, Dad?” Jack had asked. pte a - we “A lion and a basxer of snakes,” his father had answered. “What!” Jack had cried in amazement. Then, as Jack had slipped into his coveralls, Mr. Kane had explained to him about the queer cargo and the necessity of getting it to New York by morning. “Tt seems that this movie company must retake a scene in which this lion and the snakes are used. The contract of the star who appears in this scene expires to-morrow. The company had thought they were through with the lion and the snakes and had shipped them back to Hollywood. They must have them back in New York in the morning because Jack reflected on his predica- ment. There was little he could do the star is angry with the company and will not work after her con- tract expires. The com- pany expressed the lion and snakes from Holly- wood, but they were caught in ‘a train wreck outside of this city and delayed. The only way they can be gotten to New York on time now is by airplane. They offered me a bonus of five thousand dollars and I ac- cepted.” Aro inspecting his plane minutely, Jack had looked over his charges. The lion was a huge fellow in a cage almost too small for him. A small sign wired to the bars of the cage stated that his name was Leo. The snakes were in a large wicker basket and Jack had not bothered to look at them. This basket and Leo with his cage were placed in the passenger compartment of the monoplane. Some of the seats had been removed to make room for them. Jack and his father had shaken hands and Jack had climbed into the plane. Then, after a close inspection of his meters, he had taken off. The first hour of Jack’s flight was uneventful. The huge four hundred horse-power motor purred contentedly ahead of him. His oil pressure and temperature gages were register- ing correctly. His air-speed meter said 115 miles per hour, but he had taken off into a fifteen-mile-an-hour wind. He kept the needle of his earth-inductor compass in the center of the dial unwaveringly. Jack’s ears were trained to detect the slightest change in the vibrant roar of the motor. Any irregularity in its beat or change in its tone and he would be instantly on the alert. Jack, despite his youth, was considered an excellent pilot. He had soloed when he was fourteen and for the past three years had been in the air almost daily. He had flown almost every type of ship there was. It seemed he was a born flyer and flew almost by instinct. The darkness all around him, save for the tiny light on his instrument board, and the purring roar of the motor made Jack very sleepy. It seemed to have a hypnotizing effect on him. It was terribly hard for him to keep his eyes open. Then, suddenly, to his well-trained ears there came a new noise, one that he had never heard in the air before. Instantly Jack’s sleepiness was gone and his eyes were on the instrument board. Nothing wrong there, every meter showing its correct reading. Again came that noise. Jack was worried. He could not account for it. The noise continued intermittently. Jack would think BOYS’ LIFE By T. Victor Shaver Illustrated by L. -R. Gustavson that he had heard it for the last time, and then suddenly. it would break on his ears above the roar of the motor. * Itwas disturbing to Jack’s peace of mind. The noise seemed to come from the cabin in the rear of the pilot’s compartment. Again and again it came, a ‘roaring, snarling, nerve-shaking roar. Jack had'it’now. He leaned back in his seat, a smile of relief on his face. “Leo, you old divil,” he soliloquized, “I bet you’re hungry —or maybe cold. I’m sure glad snakes can’t roar,” he added as an afterthought. Occasionally the plane passed through a wisp of cloud. These thickened and Jack was in the midst of a heavy storm. The hugewship was tossed around in the air like a small’ boat in a rough sea. It took al] of Jack’s stfength and training to hold it on its course.» The tail whipped:about in the gale. Lightning played all about the ship lighting up the sky with great flaming streamers of fire. Jack struggled to get the ship above the storm, but could not Once it was entirely out of control. Caught in a great upward gust of wind, the plane rose several hundred feet and then, as the wind dropped it, and before Jack could re- gain control, it fell off into a spin. There was a crash from the cabin in the rear. Faintly, above the roar of the storm and the motor, -Jack could hear Leo roaring his fright. “Gee!” he exclaimed, “T’ll bet that lion cage has broken loose.’ E COULD hear the cage bump about the cabin as the storm rolled the ship about. Luckily the storm was blowing itself out. The air was much quieter now. The locse cage in the cabin was apparently not doing any damage. Through it all the motor was functioning perfectly. Not once did it falter. Jack was complimenting himself on bringing his ship safely through the storm. It was time to have some lunch. He had taken off at ten-thirty. His wrist watch told him that it was now one-thirty. He had been in the air three hours. -He expected to reach New York by eight in the morning. Just before Jack had left the ground his father had handed him a packet of sandwiches and a thermos bottle of coffee. As he reached for these sandwiches, there sounded in his ear a terrible snarl. Jack froze in his seat. Slowly he withdrew his hand. He turned his head in the direction of the snarl. There, monstrous head and one huge paw just emerging from the narrow passageway, the lion. Slowly Leo inched himself forward. His yellow eyes, Jack thought, projected hate. His huge pads contracted cat-like, their sharp claws seeking a grip on the smooth floor boards. Again the lips snarled back from the long fangs. The mouth dropped open hungrily, a red tongue curling about the teeth.. The lion seemed to be smacking his lips prior to a meal of, what to him was, rara avis—an aviator. Somewhere, Jack remembered, he had read that one could stare a lion down, that one could bring a lion under control by glaring steadfastly into his eyes. He seized on this remem- bered bit of lore as a drowning person seizes on a straw. Resolutely he fastened his terrer-stricken blue eyes on the lion’s blazing yellow ones. ‘For a bit the lion paused, arrested by the fierce glare of Jack’s frightened eyes or by some tremor of his innards caused by the rocking ship. Jack thanked his lucky stars for his good memory. But he had given his thanks too soon. Again the lion advanced. His head was only a few inches from Jack’s. “If he makes one snap now, I’m a gone bird,” Jack lamented inwardly. Gamely he held-his, gaze, flying the ship by sense of feel alone. (Continued on page 38) April > el i il a, a i, i ee did got was 19:

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nly. it [t:was of the aring, leaned ungry ‘ ” he cloud. l and midst . The tossed ir like in a ok al] h and it on e tail in the layed ship > sky uming d to ve the 1 not. tirely aught 1 gust plane ndred s the , and id Te- ell off crash n the tbove storm Jack aring med, s the . Was locse nage. Not ship inch. him three the had ottle nded owly ‘tion ‘ging ched cted laws lips pen lion t to ould trol 1em- raw. the e of used t he His nted ense oril baseball. Straight from the Shoulder A special interview for BOYS’ LIFE readers granted Irving Crump By Walter Johnson and a row of kennels where he keeps a small pack of fox hounds, for Johnson is an ardent hunter as well as a breeder of chickens when he isn’t playing “Just getting the ground ready for spring,” he said smilingly as he put down his spade to shake hands with us. Then How the “big train” delivers a fast one. First face the batter with the body relaxed, weight evenly distrib- uted. Second, as the arm is raised shift weight to the right foot, and third, in rhythm bring the left hand above the head. At the peak of this back swing the weight of the body is entirely on the right foot. The delivery entails a quick throwing of the body forward and a shift of weight to the left foot. The left arm is cut sharply straight down to counterbalance the forward reach of the right arm HAD an appointment to interview Walter Johnson, famous pitcher and manager of the Washington Base- ball team, for Boys’ Lire. The great twirler would see me at his home at Alta Vista, just outside of Washington, when I called. On my way to Washington I thought that nine out of every ten boys in America would give all they owned and all they ever expected to own to be in my place and talk with this famous star of the big league. If I could only take a boy with me what a thrill he would get just meeting the manager of the Senators! Then sud- denly the thought came to me. I knew the boy above all boys who would appreciate that opportunity. And he lived right in Washington too. This boy thought more of Walter Johnson and the rest of the team of Senators than he did of his dinner. He was a fan of the first water and an embryonic pitcher. He asked for no other present than a dozen new baseballs for Christmas. Certainly if there was one boy in the world who would appreciate meeting Walter Johnson it would be Merle Thorpe, Jr., known to his friends as June. When I reached Washington the first person I called up was June Thorpe. Would he go with me to visit Walter Johnson! Jiminy! I should say so! “Fine. Now you think of all the questions you want to. ask the great pitcher,” I told June, “because between us we are going to pump him dry of information.” “T'll think of forty,” June assured me. And perhaps he did, but he only managed to remember a couple when we got to Alta Vista and found Walter Johnson. Clad in gum boots, khaki breeches and a sweater, Johnson was digging in the garden patch between his big chicken run The World’s Champion Senators, 1924, due to Walter Johnson’s superb pitching in the last game Next month Lou Gehrig, Yankee slugger, has some special tips for you he added: “I am mighty fond of working around the garden. I was born in the country,—in Kansas. I am a fine example of the old saying that you can get a boy out of the country, but you never can get the country out of a boy. Next to hunting and raising chickens, I like to mess around my garden. Come over here and take a look at my poultry and these fox hounds.” We went over, and on the way across the yard June fell behind the procession a little and looked Johnson over critically. “Jiminy, what a big man he is. He was all attention immediately for he loves to talk baseball with all his boy acquaint- ances. “So you have learned how to throw an out- curve,haveyou?” he said. “Good, fine.’ But now that” you have learned it, try to forget it or at least store the knowledge in the back of your mind and don’t let it make you think that you are any better pitcher than you were before you caught the~ttick of it. In fact, don’t worry about curves. There are a lot of things «more important to pitchers than the ability to curve a ball. Some of the best pitchers I have ever known could not curve a ball worth a cent. They never cared whether they learned how either. Take old Cy Young who has been pitching for twenty years. I’ll bet anything that you can throw as good a curve now as Cy ever could, and yet he was one of the Walter Johnson, Jimmy Crump and June Thorp inspect some of the pitcher’s prize hounds never looked as big as that to me in a uniform. And what a dandy fellow.” I agreed with him. “Now, don’t forget,” I warned him, ‘‘you have a lot of questions to ask him. We want to get a good story for Boys’ Lire.” “T had a lot of questions,’ said June ruefully, “but I’ve forgotten most of them, and those I remember don’t seem very important.” “Ask them anyway. We must get a good interview. I’ll help you.” “Well, I would like to know if he thinks an out-curve an important ball for a pitcher to know how to handle. I’ve learned how to throw one— a real slick one, too.” Johnson heard the last and turning around, he best pitchers in the big league for a number of years.” TH S made June wrin- kle his brow a little. “Why I thought all pitchers had toknow——”’ how to make a ball cut all sorts of figures on the way up to the plate, eh?” finished John- son with a smile. Then he added, ‘No, that’s a wrong idea. The ability to throw a variety doesn’t make a boy, or man either, a good pitcher. In fact, I honest- ly believe that a great many boys in their strug- gle to learn how to throw curves have ruined what- ever natural pitching ability they may have had. The strain of practicing throwing curves is too much for the average boy’s arm. There are muscles and tendons that are constantly being twisted and wrenched out of shape, and too much of that sort of thing will very soon burn out a boy’s arm. I have seen it happen time and again. Every spring a number of young fellows nineteen or twenty years old come down to the training camp, eager to get into big league baseball. The scouts have picked them aut from re- mote corners of the country where they have seen them pitch. They have been picked out because they appear to have natural pitching ability, good form and all that. They start working with the rookies, doing their utmost to show us all they have. Some of them might look 100 per cent. for a few days or a few weeks, or half a season, but sooner or later they begin to go to pieces and we old timers know why. For years those boys have been pitching amateur and semi-pro- fessional baseball. They have been all set up over the number of curves they could hurl and the way they could make the ball break on the way up to the batter, but in practicing these baseball stunts they have ruined their pitching arm, tired out the muscles and strained the tendons, and instead (Concluded on page 69) SE. bie

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“Stout Fe AVE WENTZELL, first mate of the Bonita, was bone weary; a giant in size he had never felt so weak and puny. Handling a clipper-ship in the pitch of the Horn, undermanned, was an almost superhuman task. Wentzell had been standing up to it like a die-hard of the old school, but there was a limit even to Herculean strength. As the second mate, Blandy, came up to relieve him, he inquired, “How about shakin’ the reefs out o’ them tops’ls?” “Haven’t got the hands to send aloft.” “Well, why don’t ye kick that kid out of the cabin, and make him rustle the grub fer his own belly. Here’s us fellers workin’ our soul cases out, an’ him lazin’ away there below, or strutting up and down like a blinkin’ poop ornament.” “He does his part occasionally.” “Bah, takin’ a trick to the wheel, or a turn on a yard, just when he feels like it, ain’t good enough. His uncle’s been lettin’ him play at sailorizin’ ever since we left Newburyport; he’s ruined the brat by his coddlin’ notions.” “T dunno about that,” contradicted Wentzell. “As far as I can see, he’s smart as paint; he’s only a kid, you know.” “But there’s no guts in him,” sneered Blandy. “Just one 0’ them spoon-fed rich men’s sons, who’s always leanin’ on somebody else, not worth a hoot on his own. Chuck him out into the foc’sle and you'll soon see that this here mother’s fireside darling ain’t worth his weight in snuff.” “Well, I’m goin’ to try him anyway; we’re so short handed now that even a chicken might help.” Wentzell entered the cabin wearily, water rolling off his oilskins, his great ham-like face crimsoned from the biting wind. At the doorway he sighed from utter weariness, then glimpsing something within, he spat with venom. “Yea, he looks useless enough at that.” Over the chartroom table a boy was bending with his head in his hands, sobbing disconsolately. There was no other sound in the cabin but the creak and groan as the clipper rolled to a mighty Cape Horn calm. Swaying easily, like the lamp in gimbals, Wentzell stood irresolute, his face clouded with perplexity. Things were generally plain to him, but for once he was in a quandary. Should he do as Blandy had suggested? It was the lad’s attitude that decided him. “Here, here, young feller, this ain’t good enough.” The boy raised a troubled face, obviously resenting the tone of the intruder. He was about sixteen, fair haired, long and lean, of a serious demeanor, well shouldered up under his tight-fitting jacket, with a fearless look in his blue eyes. Over all he was stamped with a sort of high-born haughti- ness of the ruling class. The supercilious look which he gave the mate seemed to say, “‘What business have you butting in?” But the other, ignoring this, continued: “Of all the diseases that the human flesh is heir to, that 0’ grievin’ is the worst. Ye can go through hell an’ come out whistlin’, but the minute a feller starts to pity himself, the jig’s up.” - “Tt isn’t over myself,” said the boy with resentment. “Well, whoever it’s over, what’s the good cryin’ an’ takin’ on; fergettin’ the things that are behind, is the way the Bible puts it, an’ it’s the same at sea. -Your uncle’s gone, an’ that’s the end of it.” * that was standin’ to the wheel. a” Rousing himself, like someone coming out of a trance, Eric Walcott inquired: “Tell me how it happened.” “Well, ’twas this way. Right after leaving the Straits of Le Maire we got the old Cape Stiff weather, Cap’n Walcott hove- her to on the starboard tack, under close reefed maintops’l. After a bit, he wore her around the port tack, but with the squalls increasin’ she lay down to it, dippin’ her star- board rail. ‘Best thing’s to wear her back on the starboard tack,’”’ he allows. “Fer God’s sake, don’t try that again, without settin’ the fores’l,’ says I. But havin’ been lucky once, the skipper insisted with the result that when she got off before the wind she had not enough way on her, and a greyback come roarin’ over the stern an’ carried overboard the master, an’ both hands Fer myself, I was swept away wi’ the rest, but was brought up by a hitch o’ the main brace gettin’ round me leg. That was the only thing that saved me. The rest was all drowned.” Mate Wentzell had a blunt way of breaking bad news. Its effect was shocking. For Eric it seemed as though the heavens had fallen. Yesterday his uncle was like God upon his vessel, a supreme master, arbiter of life and death for the Bonita. Today, he had gone to be food for fishes, and there swaying to the awful swell, the stolid mate stood telling the news as indifferently as though the passing of a Captain was no more than the passing of a rat. Eric told himself that he hated the very sight of this great hulking mate, but his next words, smote him like a blow in the face. An’ now young feller, your easy days are over, so ye can take yer stuff-an’ get out o’ here.” “Where’ll I go?” “For’ard, o’ course, where ye belong.” “But I’m supposed to stay in the cabin.” “Not under me, I’m skipper now, an’ I ain’t proposin’ to have no lazy young squirt loafing around here while his bet- ters is working for him. From now on every son aboard this hooker pulls his own weight. Yer uncle would ’ave given ya a dose 0’ the same if yer mother hadn’t tied his hands with that make-it-easy-fer-Willie stuff. But my hands ain’t tied. I'll make ye into a sailor, or I’ll make ye into mince meat.” Ezics blue eyes were turning black. It didn’t seem right for one of the Walcotts to take this kind of talk from a mere Bluenose Bucko. ‘The Walcotts came from an old Cape Cod family that had always trod the poop; they were born to be captains, they belonged to the cabin, why then should one of them depart from the old tradition? Seeming to read what was passing in the lad’s mind, the mate exclaimed, “Ye know it’s Bluenose style aboard here now. Bluenose style means that the afterguard come up through the ruddy hawse pipe, it means, focs’le before cabin, scupper before quarterdeck. “Tf you think that you belong to this here cabin there’s only one way to prove it an’ that’s by makin’ good wi’ the gang for’ard. As it is, ye can steer wi’ the best, ye can furl a royal and be down again faster than any man-jack aboard, but ye’ve done all this as play; the question is, how’ll it be when ye do it fer a steady grind. So hop to it now, my bully boy, an’ show us that kind o’ stuff is in ye.” BOYS’ LIFE Four weeks after starting to round the Horn, the Bonita was back just where she had started By Arthur Hunt Chute Illustrated by Harry H. A. Burne Eric Walcott went for’ard with dire misgiving. He had never been round the Horn, but he had a pretty fair idea of what the phrase implied. From childhood, he had hear of that iron foreland rising like a massive tombstone in th« midst of a storm-swept sailor’s graveyard. For him the mention of the Horn conjured up the memory of fine ships returning into Newburyport with flags at half mast; of other fine ships out of the home port, whose names were “posted missing.” Now with the loss of his uncle he had received yet one more reminder of the tribute due this Old Southern Gateman. How would it be with him in the testing just ahead? Would he meet it like a Walcott? Or would he fail, as Blandy had foretold? A cold clammy fear sat upon the lad as he went to his ap- pointed place, in a mood like that of a condemned man marching to his doom. In the foc’sle the loss of the Captain was accepted as an evil omen. The carpenter, a Russian Finn, wailed away, while the Cape Horn calm continued. “But these here calms won’t last,” he croaked. ‘D’ye know what’s back of this here calm. I'll tell ye, it means that a great grandfather of a gale is breedin’.” When Eric came out for his watch the following morning the first breath of wind was stirring, and all hands went to it, tautening every stitch of canvas with well-stretched sheets and halliards. With a favorable slant, the mate was in fine spirits, expecting that they might perhaps slip by the “corner.” Cape pigeons were circling close to the ship. Away several miles to the northward appeared a bold black foreland. Wentzell was looking at it with satisfaction, then turning to Eric he exclaimed: “Here, boy, take a look through this glass. That’s Cape Horn that ye see ahead there. Look at it hard for only real sailors ever rest their eyes on the likes of that.” Eric felt his hand tremble as he grasped the spy glass and studied that rock which appeared to him just then like a giant fist rising sheer out of the stormy sea. By nightfall the wind which had raised such hopes began gradually to head, and finally the chance of getting by so easily went glimmering. Soon there was a decided drop in temperature, the deck was covered with thin snow, and an icy blast searched one through and through. With the wind dead ahead, the Bonita _was pointing due south, and orders were given to shorten sail. They took in t’gallants, mainsail, and jib, and finally had her stripped down to lower topsails, close reefed upper topsail, and storm staysails. To Eric was assigned the difficult task of steering on this wild night. Standing there to his post of duty, there came a sort of exhilaration. It was fascinating work. He thought that he’ would have been afraid, but there was something that seized him in the spirit of the storm, something in the need of the ship that made him forget himself completely. Soal-ed and frozen to the marrow, he stood there guiding the Bori/a across the fierce long swooping combers, evidencing a high quality of ip that caused Wentzell to grunt with satisfaction when he came aft to conn his vessel. “That’s only a kid, but he’s a jewel to the wheel.” April pa en ke: get the an ble

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had ea of leard 1 the the ships yther sted hern 3 ap- man s an way, alms here gale ning it to ched was ’ the ship. lack then Cape real and riant ogan y $0 p in 1 icy due k in oped orm this ne a ught that need aked omila high with oril FOR ALL BOYS Blandy made some disparaging remarks in reply, then the subject shifted to carrying sail. “She’s a bit cranky, ye know,” cautioned the mate. “Aye, but we ought to have them reefs shaken out.” “She’s got all she’ll carry,” was the other’s rejoinder. Sometime during the second mate watch, it began to mod- erate slightly. At the first lull, this inveterate sail-carrier made good his threat of shaking out the reefs, and had gone so far as to loose the foresail when the old man came out on deck. “‘What are ye doin’?” Blandy started to justify himself, when he was cut short by the shouted order. “All hands aloft and furl that fores’l.” Indignant at this apparent wasting of effort, the crew laid out on the whipping yard, where the vast expanse of canvas flapped and cracked like great guns in the wind Out on the weather end, Eric Walcott, relieved from the wheel, fisted away manfully with the rest. It was a long-drawn contest, but finally the monster was captured and secured in gaskets, while all hands came down with a feeling of content. One watch was just about to go below when the mate sang out, “Hold, that job ain’t done yet.” In the same instant, with insecure lashings suddenly loosened, the sail burst out and began to beat a devil’s tattoo against the yard. “Lay aloft there bullies and make her fast.” ye THE beginning there were cheery shouts and laughter, but as time dragged on, panting, grunting, and occasional sobs of pain were the only sounds from the desperate fighters clinging precariously to the jackstays. Leaning far over, holding on like grim death, Eric tasted the agony of shortening sail in a Cape Horn snorter. One of his fingernails was torn away, while the finger itself was split to the bone. In another onslaught his head was pounded to dizziness. Under the lashing fury of the flapping sail, terrific blows were given. This bellying canvas seemed to be alive, incar- nate with some devil. The yard was red with human blood. As time dragged on and strength weakened, there were mutterings of failure. “Can’t never do it.” “What’s the use?” “Cut the bloody thing and let her go,” Blandy panted. But there at the point of honor at the weather end, gory and stricken, Eric Walcott still re- mained unbeaten, answering to some old Berser- ker strain, he shouted: “Hang on to her, boys, hang on, and we'll get her yet.” Because of the lad’s pluck and perseverance the rest hung on, and finally after two hours of gruelling conflict, the foresail was at last secured, and all hands came down like veterans from some bloody battle. As the gale continued, the condition of the crew was pitiful indeed, they dwelt in abysmal wretchedness. Below, the ship’s galley had been wrecked, and since then there had been no hot soup, skilly, nor coffee. Hard tack and cold salt beef from the harness cask were their only sustenance. There is a limit to the endurance of a man, and ship, and things were indeed beginning to look hopeless aboard the storm-hounded Bonita. The nights were a horror of great darkness. The days were filled with howling, freezing, hooting, screaming Cape Horn winter. . Weather that made one’s blood congeal. For five days no one had tasted anything hot; they could not man the pump to get fresh water. The only warmth that the men had came from their own bodies. Things were growing desperate, the need for blood heat was urgent. Something had to be done. On the seventh morning, Eric was just leaving the wheel when Wentzell queried: “D’ye suppose ye could give us a hand down there at the pump?” “T’m with you, Sir.” “All right; then I got Lars, here, for brute strength, and you fer snap and quickness. Be- tween the three of us we ought to be able to make it.” Watching their chance all three clambered down the mizzen, the mate pulled the wooden plug and shipped the plunger, then while he held the bucket Lars started to pump while Eric sat astride of the fiferail with a heavy towel which had been brought out from the cabin. When the bucket was full, clinging to a life line with his free hand, the mate started to run for the galley. He was almost there when a giant sea sent him sprawling. At the sudden rush of white water, Lars leaped for safety in the nigging, but for Eric there was no possibility of escape. Seizing his towel he jammed it tight about the plunger rod, —e on for fear that the seas might pour into the tanks W. 1929 Frantic, the mate called from the boiling welter, “Whatever you do, hang on there, Walcott.” “T’m hangin’ on,” came back the spluttering reply from the half-drowned lad. While foaming cataracts swept over him, the youngster held fast. When the sea receded Wentzell returned and another attempt was made. But each time he was prevented from getting there. The watch was changed, another hand came aft to relieve the wheel; still the struggle continued, still no water arrived in the galley. Blandy occasionally stared down at them from the poop, exclaiming, “Ye might as well give up first as last, it can’t be done.” Finally, after ceaseless failure on the part of the burly mate, it was allowed that he was too clumsy, and Eric replaced him in the race against the seas. Waiting for the first smooth, he started with a dash, not even grabbing the lifeline, while the mate was shouting out a caution, he arrived safely, and the first precious bucket was received with cheers. AFTER the first success, there followed countless slips, with more than one hair-raising escape, but finally they contrived to get four buckets of fresh water into the cook’s Just as Eric was arriving back for the last time, he was swept from his feet by a giant greybeard. But the mate grabbed him by the collar, himself holding to the fiferail. “Ye done well young feller; I never knowed it was in ye.” That night there was hot coffee for all the men. At daybreak, things looked a little brighter, the glass was rising. For about an hour there was an-expiring fury, that tested things to the utmost, and then there came a temporary lull. That afternoon they wore ship and started back upon their course. As the Bonita neared the Horn again ships began to appear on every hand. One outward-bounder came along os . This bellying canvas seemed to be alive, incarnate with some devil with both t’gallant masts snapped off at the caps, another minus her jiboom, a large clipper appeared with her mizzen carried away. “By the looks o’ things I guess we got through better than some,” laughed the mate. Far up aloft astride of the fore. upper topsail yard, Eric Walcott began to exult as never before. It had been snowing and hailing so hard that he had to turn his back to it as he worked, and the hail rattled like pebbles against his frozen oilskins, but over the noise of the wind, his voice rose in snatches of old chanteys. An immense albatross, white with age, circled slowly above him, while singing with joyous abandon, there aloft in the great West Wind drift, this New England boy seemed to have become a veritable offspring of the Brave West Winds. Gazing up at him, Mate Wentzell chuckled. “By the Powers, that kid’s the best man we’ve got aboard.” Four weeks after starting to round the Horn, the Bonita was back just where she had started. And there was Cape Stiff again, grim and foreboding as of yore. Four weeks of endless battle, with nothing to show for. Four weeks of failure, of disappointment, of lost endeavor, and yet these weeks were not without their searching glimpses into character. No man can bluff the Horn. As he paced the poop, Mate Wentzell pondered on the sur- prises that had come out of these days and nights of bitter testing. Red, the Collier brat, with his ear blown off, had proven one of the Vikings; of the same brave order was Eric Walcott. The boy who had appeared utterly useless in the do-nothing days of the cabin, evidenced a quenchless spirit in the foc’sle. Others might be stronger, or craftier, but none approached him in sympathetic understanding of their proud high-stepping clipper. It was his devotion to the ship that caused him to bend his will and the will of all his mates for mastery of every crisis. But if Eric understood this tender and sensitive clipper, those same high-stepping qualities were the undoing of Mr. Blandy, who failed to comprehend his vessel’s pretty whims; in continual disagreement with the first mate he would attempt to crowd on sail, while the other continually re- strained him. “She’s a licht air vessel made fer ghosting in the tropics, she ain’t fit fer no sail-dragging in these latitudes,” was Wentzell’s dictum. But the second mate was continually taking it on himself to oppose this order, muttering, “There’s too much old woman stuff aboard this hooker.” During their weeks off the Horn Blandy had been held in check by his superior, but all the time he had been threatening, “I’ll get my chance some day, and then I’ll show ’em.” After six weeks of head-reaching, they were at last well to the westward of the Diego Ramirez, and in a fair way to win around. It was the afternoon watch, when the old man took a snooze, with a fair wind, Blandy cracked on every stitch of canvas, the old girl rapping out a good twelve knots. At four bells, Eric Walcott came aft and relieved the steersman. At the first touch of his hand upon the wheel, his sympathetic nerves informed him that things were not right with the Bonita. She was being overdriven. Finally, unable to stand the strain, he broke out, “Excuse me, sir, but it seems to me you're carryin’ too much canvas for a tender ship like this.” “Tender be blanked,” burst out the mate, “this kind 0’ coddlin’ stuff won’t get us nowhere. Don’t you worry, sonny, you just mind yer busi- ness. and I’ll bring ye through all right.” yoo that Eric held his peace, but with in- creasing apprehension. The watch seeing the way it was darkening up to weather had been waiting for an order to shorten sail, but none came. One of them, sure of what was impending, ran forward and called the other watch. The first real warning was when the lookout on the foc’sle head came down the latter with a crash, yelling, “Lay aft, boys, lay aft fer yer lives.” Instinctively all hands made for the poop, arriving there just in time to see the ship’s head plunge into a white-capped mountain that buried everything clear aft the mainmast. Still holding grimly to the wheel, Eric turned toward the mate expecting some sort of an order, instead, the fellow was petrified with terror. All brag and bluster had suddenly oozed out of him. Behind that wall of water came a Cape Horn snorter, raging up from a thousand miles of Polar ocean. The noble ship, struggling, shook herself clear of the sea which half engulfed her, but the next instant she bent before it and lay down on her beam ends with all her sails and yards in the water. Jumping to the weather rail, Blandy screamed. “Swing out with the boat.” He was struggling at the davits when someone called, “Leave the fool alone, he cannot do nothing there.” At which all hands scrambled into the mizzen-rigging, where they were again exposed to the full force of wind and sea. Just before the ship went over Eric had jumped to the cabin companion and closed it, which was lucky, or the place would have been flooded. As it was, the old man could not get up, so all through the crisis, they had to do without his help; the second mate was worse than useless. (Concluded on page 49)

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BOYS’ LIFE A Hint for the Jamboree HEN our American contingent reaches England this summer for the International Jamboree, opportunity will be given us to wander about a bit and see for ourselves the homeland of Scout- ing. If you belong to a patrol that believes in giving wind and weather a chance, by all means plan for a day’s trek on Dartmoor before you come home. It will give you a picture you'll never forget and one you will find nowhere else in the world. Believe me, it’s worth it! Dartmoor is an upland in Devonshire. Plym- By Clifton Lisle laugh at. The joke would be for them to use things as large as ours in a country where there are few mountains and no long runs. It would be something to laugh at then because costly beyond need. Their smaller trains, for instance, are admirably suited to the country they serve, whereas our sort would be entirely unsuited and wasteful in the extreme. What is more, it may surprise you to find that they start and stop these trains of theirs a good deal more comfortably than wedo. They have everywhere better roadbeds and they make outh lies within a few miles of it, and Southamp- ton is not far. Get a map, wherever you land, spot the moor and plan to cross it on foot if you can. When our Troop trekked England in ’27, we did this and had the time of our lives. It’s wilder far than you think—an incredible place for settled England. And, stranger still, it has not changed. Hill and hollow, cleave and valley, it rolls untouched to the skyline, as free to-day as the clouds above it. Many people miss this as they rush up to Lon- don. Train and bus carry them past it, marvel- ing, perhaps, at the distant blue, wondering a Troop 1, Paoli, Pa., met at Southampton by English Scouts. Major Lisle stands at the left of the Union Jack The Prince of Wales has a stable here and Frequently hunts in the vicinity Put Law 5 under your hat and use it. Use the old bear, Scout, and let ’em see that Americans are as polite and as considerate of others as any people in the world. It’s hard to beat every-day kindly politeness when it comes to making friends. And isn’t that what our Jamboree is for—understanding and good will? Of course, it is! So, do your part. At the end of a memorable hike. Leaving the moors little at its tors, glimpsing a cromlech, yet never dreaming R. CLIFTON LISLE, the author of this article, helped to organize Paoli Troop No. 1 (Wayne, Pa.) eighteen years ago, and has been its Scoutmaster since 1921. This Troop has an enviable record, especially in hiking and camping. several occasions they have won inter-city and regional contests, sometimes as Patrols while a part of the Troop was elsewhere In the summer of 1927 Mr. Lisle took the Eagle Scouts of this Troop on a hiking trip through England and France. BOYS’ LIFE readers will recall the story of that trip written by Scout Thomas Patterson, published in our February, 1928, issue. Mr. Lisle is the author of a number of books for boys. He has just published a book dealing with the Paoli Troop No. 1 hike in Europe, called “‘ Hob Nails and Heather” [Harcourt, Brace & Co.]}—The Editors. camping and hiking with its Scoutmaster. CoRNwoop was our starting place in ’27, a quaint little hamlet tucked in the moor and easily reached from Plymouth. The inn at Two Bridges was our goal and the best cider in Devon On and fruit cake to match drew us toward it. Our road was open moor, every foot of it heather and ling and upland sod without a fence to marit. And the tramp proved to be a marvelous experience. Sun overhead and west wind blowing, a hint of the sea on the hillsides, the moor was like nothing we had seen. Going was heavy at first and the granite beacons steep, yet the long moor miles were shortened by the fun of it, and a dash of rain at the end as much a part as wagtails in the hazels or plover on the marsh. A Scoutmaster from Corn- wood and two of his boys were our guides, and they made that ancient upland live again. of setting foot on it themselves—a corner of the West with more adventure, more sheer challenge of hill and heather than the rest of England to- gether. And made for a hike! Dartmoor can be crossed in a day from east to west, easily. Two days will do it between north and _ south. There are plenty of inns on the edge of the moor to which luggage can be sent by the bus lines. Where the moor itself rolls up to the tor tops and heather purples the slopes, the place is a paradise. You can walk twenty miles without see- ing a house, and forget, if you like, that a motor exists. But in trekking, you must remem- ber certain things if you want to get the most from your ven- ture and leave the impression an American should. You must remember, first of all, that England is a very old country and one where people have followed certain well- established customs for centuries. Many of these customs were in vogue long before our country was settled, and we have not kept to them because in pioneer days we could not. That does not necessarily prove them wrong, you see. A Scout should remember this always, and above all things take heed not to hurt people’s feelings, for that is easy unless you are careful. The sth Law is our only guide. Be courteous. The same laws of courtesy hold everywhere, but in a foreign land one should be most punctilious in their observance. Be especially careful not to draw comparisons between things at home and abroad. We would not like it, and neither do they. Do not joke at what seems different or strange. It may suit their needs better than our way. They may just happen to like it better. If trains or motors seem smaller, as undoubtedly some of them will, it is not something to On a remnant of an ancient past. Scouts on Capper Bridge, Dartmoor far less noise. Strange, too, they move faster. Get the point? A dumb-bunny laughs at what he does not understand, and so proves his dumbness. A wise Scout, because he is a Scout, takes time to understand—and is courteous in the bargain. WHATEVER you do, remember that England has come through four years of war to our one. Don’t boast. Don’t tell them who won the war, but bear in mind that every family you meet has suffered, and suffered terribly, in a way we cannot understand, because we did not face the strain that they did. War costs, and England is poor. They have lost a million lives, to say nothing of the money, yet they pay debts and are carrying on. Remember what a war memorial in an English village must mean—a thing personal and sacred to everyone, standing, as it probably does, for a son or a brother or a nephew from every family. You must think of that, for conditions there are very different from conditions at home. Salute such memorials as you pass. Scouts do this abroad. English Scouts visit our camp near Dartmoor Dartmoor, they told us, belongs to the Prince : of Wales. Its wind-swept tors are two thousand feet from the sea. You can climb the highest peak in sight and find no trace of living man, yet at your feet lie hut-circles built before Rome. Not only circles, but the very benches the Stone Men put there to sit on and the fire-pots and roast- ing-holes they used to cook their elk-steaks in. The thought of it makes a fellow realize what history means in such a place. From Cornwood, we climbed a lovely lane, deep-sunken, sweet with fox-glove. Witchbeam grew from the top of it and speedwell clung there, while crimson saxifrage shared a foot- hold in the crannies. Once on the moor, we passed Rook Tor and Penn Beacon, thence on to Shell Top itself, the Pen Shiel of the ancients, and hut-circles lay all about. Down again to Hen Tor, past the cairns of long-forgotten chiefs, we steered by Shavecombe Head to the Kistvaens of the Plym. Close by was the Giant’s Basin, a good place to rest. Blue-tinted, mysterious, swelling skyward like the sea, the great moor rolled up on every side, yet the map showed the tor names, and finding our way was easy. If you try it this summer, be sure of your map. They sell good ones in Plymouth. A tor, by the way, is a hill-top. Kistvaens and cromlechs are prehistoric tombs. So are cairns. By the Giant’s Basin, you can lie in sun-warmed heather and hear undreamed of things, while a bow-shot away the Plym sings on its rocks, black from the peat of Langcombe Head and the bogs of Calveslake Tor. Six black-faced sheep, deep-wooled and shy, watched from the gorse when we were there. The hillside was scarred, though deep in furze. Those (Concluded on page 64) April s|

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ee e the 1s are eople indly And nding part. 27,8 r and Two levon Our r and And ence. int of thing 1 the were it the als or Corn- | they >rince S are You sight 1, yet yefore t the there roast- their of it story ed a with m the there, foot- n the and Shiel again hiefs, f the ce to > the map . 2 y sell ]-top. o are ather y the ombe sheep, were Those pril FOR ALL BOYS The Boy Patrol HEN the Myrtle Grove crevasse occurred, Delhi sent Silver and Dawn to close the break. Together they dammed up the mouth of the crevasse, but before the job was finished Silver was called away to a leaking dike and Dawn was left to fill in the cut that” the river had made through Myrtle Grove levee. The hole - to be filled was big enough to put a good “It might have been the wind that shook those bushes but I’m telling you it was a man that whispered, and he wasn’t loving Silver any. He might have slipped down the side of the levee while I was getting my light out, and been hiding in those shaking bushes. More than likely.” Dawn turned at Pelican Landing and began to beat back sized house in and there were two hundred men and a hundred mules to do the work. Dawn knew that a cubic yard of dirt weighed more than a ton so he did not try to count how many tons of dirt it would take to fill that hole, he just kept his teams hauling dirt and dumping it in. It was a pretty big job for a boy patrol, but Dawn saw it through. “Done on time and not a single kick! That’s what I call being a Boss!” he crowed to himself as he rode to rejoin Delhi at the L’Argent levee camp. Delhi and Silver were eating supper in a silence that told of trouble, but Dawn was too happy to notice that, and as he helped himself to beans and bread he asked: “Know what it takes to make a man?” Silver looked at him over a coffee cup: “Do you?” “T hope to tell you! To make a man it takes water enough to wash a pair of blankets, lime enough to whitewash a chicken coop, sulphur enough to kill the fleas on a dog, and iron enough to make a ten penny nail.” “How much sand?” “The scientist didn’t say any sand.” Silver sighed: “No sand.” Dawn felt uncomfortable. He did not like Silver half as well as he liked Delhi. Dawn knew: that Delhi had been scared once, for the grim River-Fighter had told him so, and he knew that he himself had been scared more than once. But when Tom Silver was only a boy patrol he had been swept through a crevasse with his boots on and had coolly kept his head above water till he could catch hold of the end of a drooping branch, then he had swung himself up into the crotch of the tree and gone to sleep. The levee camps were full of stories about this big, blue-eyed man who had never been scared. Now in the silence that had followed Silver’s ‘No sand,” Dawn swallowed some bread and said to himself: “Whale of a man! That sigh of his makes me mad enough to pop.” Delhi grunted: “Dawn.” “Here!” “Silver takes this beat from two o’clock till daylight. Can you take it from nine till two?” “Lead me to it, and watch the rain pour down!” Silver sighed again. Dawn jumped up and grabbed: his slicker and gun. “Better finish your supper,” the big man said. “Finished,” Dawn told him, and got away. “Gosh, if that fellow’d had sighed over me one more time I'd have gone for him! He’s Delhi’s friend and I don’t want to hurt a friend of Delhi’s if I can help it.” The night was dark but Dawn had gone up on L’Argent sO many times that he did not need his flashlight. Walking fast he reached Tall Tree, crossed the road that ran along beside the foot of the levee, swung up the slope, and relieved the guard on duty. “Maybe I was a fool to get mad,” he thought as he began to walk his beat, “‘but if I could see that whale of a man scared good and plenty just one time I’d feel like a million dollars with a——” Close beside him out of the darkness came a hissing whisper: “Silver.” “No; I’m Dawn. Halt!” The boy patrol whipped out his light, flashed it, and saw nobody. “There was a man on my right or I’m nuts.” light searched levee and river and land. “What are those bushes shaking for? Oh, I see! Just my old friends—wind and rain. Never went up on a levee in my life that it didn’t begin to storm.” Dawn settled his hat and began again to patrol his beat, head-down against the driving rain. 1929 His flash- od ‘5 ‘ i, Si it te Lhe .. *e: Pin WW By Hewes Lancaster Illustrated by Richard Holberg Delhi grunted: “Pretty things.” Then he said: “T’m on. Silver’s gone to Great Head. Take the launch at daylight, find him, stay with him. Here.” *‘Apples,”” Dawn shouted, and began to eat. Delhi grunted again: “Know Jaures?” “‘Jaures? That dippy diego that the darkies call Hooray? I know him all right! Told me himself he was going 4o turn his hogs out to feed on Great Head. Said he no care—e for law. If hog-killer shoot hog, he shoot hogkiller.” “Silver shot his hogs on Great Head yesterday. Better go get your boots off.” “All right!” Dawn struck out for camp, eating apples as he went: “T always did admire Delhi’s hands. A hand that’s big enough to hold six apples is a hand worth having. Just shows what kind of man Delhi is. He knew I didn’t finish my supper, knew I’d be starving— so he loads up with the best thing he could bring along. Talk about dying for a friend! I'd live for Delhi, live through al- most anything for him.” Dawn had eaten all he wanted and was going to sleep with his boots off when he remembered the whisper: “T never told Delhi about that. I ought to have told him. I'll tell him first thing— No, I’ve got to report to Silver. Punk job, I call it.” His mission to find Silver and stay with him did not seem any more pleasing to Dawn by day than it had by night and he grumbled about it as he sped down the river. “Hanged if I see why Delhi should want to keep shoving Silver and me together. He knows Silver’s everlasting sigh makes me mad and he knows Silver thinks I’ve got no sand. If I had two friends that didn’t get on together I’d keep them just as far apart—I say! Those are planters on Great Head—and deer. Gosh!’ HENEVER a crevasse occurs the planters affected by it hurry to the levee to see how bad the break is, and when their swamp is flooded by an overflow, deer swim to the levee to save their lives. Dawn knew what planters and deer on Great Head meant. Down below there somewhere the river had burst through the big levee and was overflowing the nearby country. “There’s Silver now coming to meet me. Bet he wants to get this boat over and Dawn’s body whipped from verge to verge of the levee as Hooray tried to shake him from his hold to Tall Tree. When he came to the whispering place he flashed his light again: “Nothing that I can see but water. Worst rain I ever walked through. Wish I had finished my supper!” Walking against the wind and the rain had made Dawn hungry, but thinking of the supper he had not finished made him hungrier. Each time he turned at his beat he looked at his watch to see how much longer he would have to starve: 10:00 o’clock; 10:30; 11:00 o’clock; 11:30. “Twelve o’clock! Two hours more! The story books tell us that starving men tighten their belts—I’ll tighten mine!” The rain beat him, the wind whipped him, and Dawn plugged along, flashing his light and keeping a sharp look-out for any mischief the storm or the river might be trying to do to L’Argent. “Bet I don’t ever again get too mad to eat my supper!’’ At Tall Tree he leaned on his gun a moment just to look at the lights of the camp that was full of beans and bread. “Gosh! If it would only stop raining!” But the rain did not stop: it poured on his hat till it hung like a rag; it poured down his collar till he was wet from inside to outside; it poured into his boots till they dragged at every step. ‘Wish the story books had told what a man should tighten when his knees got weak. Half past one! When I get back to Tall Tree, Silver will be there. I’ll have to tell him about that whisper. He’ll sigh, but I don’t give a kick. So long as he’s there!” Thud, thud, thud! The sound came to Dawn like a cheer. “That’s Delhi! I know the hit of his boots. Halt, and give the password.” Some great stories are ing next ole rescue the people that were caught by the overflow. Wonder if he knows what caused the crevasse.” Veteran River-Fighters never pretend to know what causes a crevasse, but Dawn was only a boy patrol, so as Silver came alongside he asked excitedly: “What caused the crevasse?” Silver sighed. Dawn got his feelings hurt. Even if a man has asked a foolish question, that’s no reason why he should be made to feel like a fool. He wanted to just walk off and leave Silver to sigh the boat over the levee by himself if he could. But Delhi had told him to stay with Silver and Dawn stayed. Together they lifted the boat over the levee and lowered it into the overflow that was already three feet deep. And together they went racing through flooded fields to rescue white folk from second-story windows, black folk from cabin roofs, cats and canary birds that could not be left behind, and dogs that would not be abandoned. Bending over the wheel with his eyes always on that tall, up-standing figure, watching for a sign té steer by, Dawn began to see some sense in Silver’s sigh: rattled men began to swear, Silver sighed, and they stopped swearing; frightened women began to scream, Silver sighed, and they stopped screaming; scared children began to cry, Silver sighed, and they stopped crying. As the launch unloaded its excited cargo on to the levee, Dawn said to himself: “Hot dog! That sigh is a silencer. If he had yelled at them to be quiet the whole thing would have been in a hurrah.” The scene on the levee had changed: instead of planters, there were now gangs of plantation hands carrying all kinds of tools. 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Varsity Stuff AINTLY, there came to him, above the sounds of the crickets and the brook, the clear crack of bat against horse-hide, the calls of the players. ‘Long Tom” Welch, who had been trying desperately to sleep, sat up; those sounds from the playing field annoyed him, reminded him. He hunched erect against the trunk of the silver birch in whose shade he had been lying, to stare down thoughtfully at his brown hands. Then, addressing himself solely to the industrious crickets in the grass, he muttered: “Aw, I’m better off here. They kept on in silence until they reached the door of Tom’s dormitory. There, stubbornly, Tom tried to cut away and enter. But the tall boy at his side laid a restraining hand on his arm. ‘Spare us a couple of minutes, will you, Welch? I want to talk to you.” ““What about?” The tall captain smiled a bit, gestured off into the darkness of the now almost deserted quadrangle. . it seem so, but, actually, it’s not. BOYS’ LIFE _ By Robert Carse Illustrated by Louis G. Schroeder “ Aw, that bunk!” The steady smile left Hardy’s face. “No, it’s not bunk. Sometimes, the way it’s used makes Look” —He withdrew one of his hands from Tom’s shoulder, gestured about the silent, shadow-filled quadrangle, flanked on all sides with its old, ivy-covered brick buildings, “and look again, Big Boy. You haven’t spent near six years around this place, like I have or I wouldn’t have to be pointing this out to you, telling you boy’ like you should—should Sure! I’m no man’s slave.” a But, somehow, that growled statement did not reassure him, did not quiet the uneasy sensa- tion within him, for Long Tom Welch was by nature a really good baseball player, even though, the night before, he had turned in his uniform and quit the varsity baseball squad in disgust. Tom Welch had come to Midlands School from his small, home-town high school in Ohio the Fall before. All through the fall and winter months he had held to one great ambition—to be- come the star pitcher of the Midlands team this Spring. And now, on this fine May day, he sat here, disgruntled, alone, having voluntarily quit. It had happened this way. Tom had turned out with the rest of the candidates for the squad over a month before; had immediately done his best to impress the captain, the coach and his brother members of the squad that he was, without a doubt, one of the best moundsmen that Midlands had ever seen. In the little Ohio high school .at home he had won game after game, but not here. At Midlands he he had been one of a dozen. There was, for instance, little blond Von Engels, who was looked upon with far more confidence by the coach, the team and the school. Von Engels had pitched the first two games of the season for Midlands and won them both, while Tom had sat scowlingly on the bench. The week following that second game Tom had gone to the box to pitch to the squad for batting practice. Here, he had told himself, was his chance to show his own worth once more and to show up this bird, Von Engels. Desperately, angrily, he had put everything he had on the ball: curves, shoots, speed, change of pace, cross-fires, slow balls. The batters had looked at him wide-eyed; what did this kid think he was doing, pitching against Grove Hill for the champion- ship? It was the grey-headed coach who, finally, brought an end to it. He had called out quietly from the bench: “All right, Welch, cut out the speed and curves. That’s not varsity stuff; we’re only having batting practice.” Somehow, Tom had finished out the practice, taken his own turn at the bat, done his seven laps around the track, then, after his shower and rub-down, had turned in his uni- form silently and quit. No man was going to order him, Long Tom Welch of Conahoyga, around like that. Now, from the moss-greened cupola of the school chapel, came the sweet, slow tones of the bell. Half past five. He’d have to duck it to get back in time to dress for supper. He rose up, face still flushed by the anger aroused by his thoughts, and took it on a fast lope through the grass and across the shaky little two-plank bridge over the brook. He was the last one in at his table in the dining hall; ate hurriedly, silently, aware that some of the others at that table were looking curiously at him. Probably heard how the coach had called him down yesterday and how, as a conse- quence, he had quit. Well, he told himself silently, that was his business! After study hall that night, as he cut silently along the gravel path through the arch and towards his small, single room, a tall lad in gray flannels and a varsity blazer stepped out from the shadows and fell into pace beside him. Long Tom looked up quickly, then away, a queer sensation at the pit of his stomach. This other man was Hardy, the captain. “Hi, Welch,” said Hardy slowly, as they turned to their right through the arch and towards Tom’s small dormitory. “Hi,” grunted back Tom, a ! it suspicious and perplexed. The throw went whistling just above the upstretched tip of the first baseman’s mit S wat Saat “Come out here and I’ll tell you.” Not quite knowing why, Tom Welch allowed himself to be led away into the soft, deep shadows. They still walked side by side, heads down, rubber-soled sports shoes spurning the gravel of the path. It was Hardy, the captain, who spoke suddenly: “Jim Grecco all but broke his ankle this afternoon sliding in the pit. Hooked his spikes in the darn old torn sack. Coach and the folks over in the infirm’ say he’ll be out all the rest of the season.” “He will!” Long Tom Welch stopped short and looked at the other; from his month’s association with the varsity squad he had learned very well that big Jim Grecco was the only capable first-sacker in the entire school of Midlands. “Yes,” went on Hardy slowly, turning up the collar of his brown-and-gold blazer, “and it leaves us pretty badly up against it. That’s why I’m here now talking to you.” WIFTLY then there returned to Long Torti Welch the memory of what had happened to him the day before. “Huh! Well you’d better go right back, then, and not waste your time on me! I quit yesterday.” “No,” answered the other quietly, standing perfectly still in the centre of the path, “I don’t think I will.” ‘Listen, Hardy, I’ve got to get back or Prex Bishop ’ll slap me with ten demerits for coming in after bells.” “No, he won’t. I asked him about it, just before I met you. Told him what I had to say to you. He said ‘O. K.’” For a while, Long Tom Welch was unable to say anything. When he was, he muttered: “‘What do you want, Hardy?” Again Hardy gave him his slow, steady smile. “Want you to come out and break in for Jim the Grecc’s job on first base.” “But I’ve never played the position! And, anyhow, I’ve quit! If you don’t want me as a pitcher, you don’t want me at all!” Abruptly, Hardy’s lean brown hands reached out and grasped gently at Long Tom Welch’s shoulders. “Listen, Welch, listen, Tom, did you ever hear of school spirit?” this. But even now, a ‘new —” Hardy stopped for a mo ment, and Tom Welch, staring at him, saw that the tall base- ball captain’s eyes were alight with a strange brightness. Slowly, and without realizing it, Tom did look about him. It was a pretty old dump, at that. Been going a long time —since the Civil War. Just think of the guys who had gone under that old arch—had left from here for three wars. Thousands of them. More than that. Lots of them famous birds now. That was what Hardy meant. “Say,” he said suddenly aloud, “for a guy who’s going to take his College Board exams in a month you’re up pretty late!” Hardy laughed softly. “You’re right! Well, see you to-morrow?” “That’s right. I guess Jim the Grecco’s mitt ’Il do for me.” “Sure.” ONG TOM WELCH nod- ded, started away, then stopped. He turned around. Hardy was still standing mo- tionless in the path. Im- pulsively, Long Tom held out his hand to him. The other took it. They smiled steadily at one another. “Thanks, Hardy, needed that!” Then he spun on his heel and ran swiftly across the dew- glistening grass, head down, singing gayly under his breath: “‘Oh, the Eagles They Fly High in Mobile!” Thomas Jefferson Welch of Conahoyga, Ohio, was lean, was tall, was swift, was a natural ball player. He made a corking good first baseman. As good, if not better, the highly enthusiastic “‘Midlander”’ said, than the missing Jim Grecco. But, before he became that way Long Tom had to unlearn a whole lot of things, had to learn his “varsity stuff.” Here, he was the member of a well-trained unit; here he did not work by himself, but with the team and always as a part of it. Hardy and ‘the old gray-haired coach and his eager team-mates taught him how. Varsity stuff. After the second team and the subs had been sent to the showers, while the dim purple shadows reached out across the squash courts from the old, red brick gymnasium, the coach put them through it. Nine men, and all on their toes. The coach at the plate with a bungo bat. Play after play, they worked it out. A man on first, with one out. A man on first, with two out. The flat, clean sound of the bungo bat against horse-hide and the ball, leaping swiftly away from any one of those eager nine men. Long Tom Welch loved it, and did his part beautifully, unhesitantly. This was varsity stuff; he lived only for the team, for the school, for that great old tradition Hardy had tried to tell him about, there that night in the shadows of the silent quadrangle. Then, after only five days of it, Tom put his practice knowledge into actual play against a strong freshmen colle team from Massachusetts. Von Engels pitched that game for Midlands, and pitched it well. But, at the end of the eighth, the freshmen aggregation were a big two runs ahead. Jack Von Engels, very weary now, was the first man up for Midlands in their half of the inning at bat. He struck out. Harry Doyer, the brown-faced third baseman, followed him. Rapped the second ball pitched to him for a shrieking single over second base. Hardy, the captain, was the next man up. He sacrificed Doyer to second; varsity stuff. Long Tom Welch was the next man up. The coach called him to the bench before he sent him to ‘the plate. (Concluded on page 56) 4 Fe : ENF | e~I— April

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-IFE nakes w one silent, s old, You hav e g you ‘new hould a mo taring base alight tness. lizing him. ip, at ' time Just » had —had wars. More them t was denly going Board re up nod- then ound. y mo- Im- d out other sadily —J— dew- reath: lean, ade a r, the g Jim 1 had arsity re he sasa d his “4 the while ourts them plate t. A » out. »-hide those 3 part l only lition n the actice ollege game f the head. ip for : out. him. single n up. -alled pril FOR ALL BOYS Lincoln’s Boy Spy By Captain Louis A. Newcome Illustrated by Leslie Crump Further True Adventures of a Boy in the Service of His Country PART III T WAS some weeks before I was able to be about. When I was fully recovered, President Lincoln and Mr. Pinkerton began talking about sending me on a trip down South. It had developed that the Colonel was not only a spy and traitor, and possibly a murderer, but that he was connected with a band of men who were blockade-running— ammunition, guns, and all kindsof food being brought into Southern ports for the use of the Confed- eracy these vessels in turn freighting out vast quantities of cotton. “Tt is a dangerous and difficult undertaking,” the President said. ‘‘We can- not advise you as to de- tails; we must leave that to you. It would be cer- tain death for a man to attempt such a trip. I shall not insist on your accepting the mission, and would not suggest it,”’ he added, “but we have no one else to send.” I interrupted to say he need not worry about me. During the conversation they had me describe the Colonel minutely, while they added bits of identi- fication. ‘Don’t forget that when he eats he picks his teeth with a toothpick,” laughed Mr. Pinkerton. “A habit I hope you’ll never adopt,” added the President, turn- ing to me. “As I look at the mat- ter,” said Mr. Pinkerton, “the main thing to do is to locate a steamer named Magnolia. She is described as about two hundred feet Fes anccsssiilia A Synopsis appears on the Next Page of underclothes, crawled back to the railroad track and curled up for the night beside a heap of rubbish. The sound of the beating of a drum woke me. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and looked about, realizing that the drum I heard must be from some encampment not far away. I raised myself on my elbow, but before I could reach ge £3 bx Si, Ks i: puigt ey re Es in length and has what is called a twin-screw pro- peller. I have never seen a boat like her. She is schooner-rigged, and carries a big crew. Our gunboats have never been able to catch or sink her, for she is a fast sailer, draws little water, and can go where they cannot follow. I have heard of her at Brunswick, Georgia; Charleston, South Carolina; and Mobile, Alabama.” “Tf you reach Nassau, find Mr. Carney, with whom you are acquainted, and give him this cipher dispatch,” the President said, handing me four pieces of perforated paper of ordinary thickness. “If at any time you fear capture, de- stroy them.” I left Washington one night in my bateau, which I kept con- cealed down on the bank of the Potomac River. With the aid of a strong ebb tide and west wind, I was many miles on my way before morning. Most of the way I was within the enemy lines—just escaped being captured on two occasions; fired on once while crossing the Ogeechee River, and having to swim for it. On this occasion I was soaked through, and the following day was obliged to stop to dry my clothing. After nearly four weeks I arrived near Mobile Bay and stopped overnight with a one-legged negro fisherman. I had made cautious inquiries of the colored people I met on the way, but failed to learn anything. The following morning, however, while I was mending his sail, the fisherman regaled me with the story of a large schooner he had seen twice in the bay, a schooner that didn’t use her sails, but went through the water like the dickens. I had half agreed to go into partner- ship with this fisherman, but as soon as he told me about this mysterious schooner, I lost interest. That night, while my would-be partner slept, I did the Arab act and quietly stole away. I was about fifty miles from Mobile, and I made every mo- ment count. Several times during the day I saw soldiers either in the woods or along the bay. Finally during the early evening I heard the striking of a clock in the distance, and I Was near my destination. I was very tired, but before turning in I took a bath in the bay, and putting on a new suit 1929 One paper to which he referred frequently dropped to the floor and with great caution I was able to reach it a sitting posture a command to halt rang out from the woods across the track. Like a good soldier I obeyed, not even making an attempt to glance in the direction from which the order came. I knew the Southern soldier and that whether he had a squirrel gun or a rifle, he could always be depended on to hit what he aimed at. The soldier walked over to me. ‘‘Well, who the dickens are you?” he asked witha smile; “don’t sit there,” he cried. ‘Who are you?” he asked again; “are you in the army?” “No,” I answered, “I’m a boy looking for work. I came to this place last night and slept on the ground under this old car. The sound of the drum woke me, and I am quite hun- gry.”” While talking I got to my feet and looked the soldier over. He wasn’t much older than I, and would have been quite good-looking but that his hair was so very long, and he was evidently trying to grow a mustache. His uniform was about the same color as my clothes, homespun, stained with butternut. He carried a fine Springfield rifle, and he also had a Colt six-shooter in a belt strapped about his waist. WE WERE joined at this moment by a girl about my own age, very pretty and dressed very neatly. She wore no hat and carried a covered pail. “Who is that?” she asked, and I thought her voice was very musical. The soldier turned and with a laugh replied, “I don’t know, Maggie, I have only just met him.” We all laughed at this, and thinking this a good opportunity, I lifted my hat to the young girl, and then told them that I lived in the hills, that my father and brothers were all in the army, but that I had determined to come to the city and try to get work. ‘“‘He has no shoes, Brother Will,” the girl said as she looked at my feet with a distressed expression. “Oh, don’t mind that,” I told her, “I never wear shoes.” “Well, I reckon you’re all right,” the soldier said; ‘‘won’t you help me eat my breakfast?” This was true Southern hospitality, and I accepted the invitation at once, for I had eaten nothing since I left the fisherman. We sat on some rustic seats and talked as we ate. I learned from Will that his name was Clauson; that he was one of the Home Guard; that he and his cousin guarded the track and also kept a look-out along the shore of the bay. He said he must have been away when I arrived last night. He had quite a camp with some rustic benches rigged up against the trees, and I could see the re- mains of a fire. He told me that the meals were all brought from his house, and I concluded that if what he offered me was a sample, he was a lucky man. There was hot cof- fee in the bottom of the pail and at the top was corn bread, sweet pota- toes, and the finest ham I have ever eaten. “Help yourself,” said Maggie; “eat all you want and I can get more for Brother Will.” THANKED Maggie, who I think was the best-looking girl I had seen in the far South. She seated herself in front of me with her sweet little face in her hands, her elbows resting on her knees, and while we ate, she kept her eyes fastened on my face. Finally her brother said to her, ‘‘Why do you do that; don’t you see you are confusing the young man?” “He looks so funny,” she exclaimed, and cover- ing her face with her hands she burst into laughter. “Oh, what shall I do,” she cried, “he is so funny!” The soldier tried to stop her but it was a long time before he succeeded. At last she asked me if that red hair was a wig, and we all laughed when I gave her permission to try and pull it off. She gave a great tug, and turning to her brother ex- claimed, “‘Feel it, Will, it’s like a cushion.” Finally she clapped her hands, saying, ““Won’t you come home with me so Mother can see you?” I couldn’t be angry with her. She seemed fascinated with my appearance, and in my boyish heart I felt rather flattered. We talked, Will smoked and told me all he knew about the war and what the South was going to do. “Are you going to keep me here?” I finally asked him. “No, sir,” he said; “I don’t believe there is any harm in you. I will let you go, but don’t talk much about it. Keep on down the track. Maggie will go with you, and when you reach the main road you can go on alone.” I thanked the fellow, who told me his name again and gave me his address on High Street. ‘‘You must come up and see us,” he said, as Maggie and I were leaving. It didn’t seem much like war times now to walk the track this lovely morning with Maggie. She was a very pretty girl with a quaint Southern way of talking, and we got on so well together that I remained with her for quite a while. On leaving her I walked to the town and, finding an odd- looking shanty which was run as an eating place by an old colored woman, I had another good meal of ham, eggs, hot biscuit and coffee. I had been without food so long that this second meal brought no discomfort. I helped the old woman draw water and cut some wood for her, so when I wanted to settle for my breakfast, she refused any pay. She told me her own boy was with the army, and she would like someone to be kind to him if he needed it. I felt very uncomfortable over her refusal until she told me she was making money fast; that down in the bay just below, the men who were running cotton over to the islands all ate with her when they came into port, and from them she got big prices. They paid in greenbacks, she told me, and then she added, ee ee a TESTES == ee

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14 “‘Gawd bress you, boy, be round yere to-night. Ah want you to come. You can help me, yo’se so handy. Cap’ain McLeer’ll be in to-night, de whole gang’ll be yere. Dey’s nice people, dey is. Ah gets ’em beer; dey don’ go uptown; dey like ole Auntie’s cookin’, an’ sonny,” she added confi- dentially, “dey makes money an’ heaps.” “What do they do?” I asked. “Do!” she exclaimed, “do! Whah you all lived?’’ she cried, lifting her hands above her head. ‘Well, Ah do de- clar!”’ and she laughed, “Ah reckon dat Magnolia boat, dat’s de name,”’ she continued as I unconsciously manifested some surprise, ‘dat boat do take mo’ cotton ober to de islan’ den all de udders put togedder. You jes’ wait,” she added, “dey jes’ load her all up, den hustle her off an’ all Uncle Sam’s Yankee boats, dey’s lookin’ fer her, but dey never gits her. No, sah! she comes right in an’ takes anudder load. Why, las’ time she went out Ah reckon she was caught sure, but Lor’ bress you, boy, she ain’t. No, sah! Ah say, she ain’t,” she repeated as she walked to the door, ‘‘’deed Ah say she ain’t,” she went on excitedly. ‘Well, Ah say she ain’t now, fer der she do be. Look! look!” she exclaimed grasping my arm and pointing with her other hand, “she’s comin’ right up wid de tide out o’ dat bank o’ fog.” I looked and sure enough, a good sized boat was sailing up the bay. She was a queer-looking craft, long and rather beamy. I had never seen anything built like her. She was quite high forward, her head being well out of the water. At that time I had never seen a propeller boat of any size, all steam-boats were side-wheelers. She was making good time and as I looked at her she broke out the flag of the Confederacy and a gun was fired forward. ‘*So that is the Magnolia,” I exclaimed aloud. “Yas,” the old woman answered, ‘‘dat am de boat an’ now Ah mus’ go to work. In ’bout two hours dat crew ob ten or fifteen men’ll be up yere. You stay an’ help me an Ah’ll see you gits well paid fo’ it.” I SAID I would be glad to help her but I must go and look at that boat first. “I'll be back,” I shouted as I rushed away. I found my way to the bay and was on the dock when the ship came alongside. Although there was a mixed crowd assembled, no one paid any attention tome. The shore hands immediately began to unload a miscellaneous cargo. The cap- tain came ashore dressed in white, wearing a peaked cap. He was accompanied by the Colonel whom I recognized at once. Fortunately, however, he had never seen me before. Captain McLeer shook hands with several on the dock and it was quite evident that he was very popular. In answer to some question, he replied with a hearty laugh. ‘No, sir, but we came near it. Got a clean hole through the bow just above the water-line, but we packed a bale of cotton into the place and it didn’t bother us one bit. I will have her in good shape in a day or two.” I was considering what to do when the crew started ashore. It didn’t take me long to decide then. I hurried up back to the shanty. As I entered, the old colored woman exclaimed: “‘Bress de Lord! yere he is. Ah know’d yo’d come back. Git yo’ coat off an’ git to work, you hear?” “All right,” I said. I don’t know exactly what I didn’t do but I never worked so hard in my life. It was “‘boy, this” and “‘yere, boy, bear a hand,” and “‘one more round, boy,” until I was about all in. For two hours I was kept moving when suddenly a shadow filled the doorway and in walked Captain McLeer and the Colonel. A great time followed, the Captain and Colonel treating to beer, etc., and I was at it again. The crew finally left to attend to repairs aboard the ship, leaving the two men to finish the regular Southern dinner they had ordered. The men appeared to be much interested in how much cotton they could run out before winter or rough weather set in, and what Mr. Lincoln was intending to do. They were so en- grossed that they did not notice me and after finishing their meal they continued their conversation. The old woman was busy in the kitchen and not wishing to disturb the two, I dropped on the floor behind one of the tables. The Colonel produced from his pocket various papers and letters, to which he referred to occasionally. One paper to which he referred frequently, dropped from the table to the floor, and with great caution I was able to reach it. Ina moment I had it safe inside my shirt, and quietly worked my way out of the room into the kitchen, and began to wipe a large pile of dishes which the old negress had washed. In a little while the two men got ready to go out. The Captain called to me and taking a ten-dollar Confederate note handed it to me with the remark: ‘‘ Not much good just now, sonny, but it may be later.” Looking at me closely he ex- claimed: ‘‘Why I thought you was a nigger.” I wanted to get away now and read the letter I had secreted but they again began to converse with each other just outside the doorway. Finally the Captain called out, “Where is that boy? ” “Here I am, Captain,” I answered. Turning to the old woman who had followed me in, he asked her where she picked up a white boy to wait on her. “T thought you were a nigger,” he repeated. I replied that I wasn’t; that I was as-good an Irishman as he was. “What’s that?” he asked and I thought as he stepped to- ward me I was in for a beating. But, on the contrary, the Captain burst into roars of laughter and called to his friend: ‘Colonel, what do you think of this? This boy says he is as good an Irishman as I am,” and they both laughed, even the old woman joining in. “Where did you come from, boy?” the Captain finally asked in a more friendly manner. I told him my little story about the farm and that I was look- ing for a job. “Yas, dat’s so, Cap’ain,” the old woman interrupted, “‘dat’s so an’ Ah hired him soon as Ah saw you sailin’ into de bay.” At this point in the conversation the Colonel broke in saying, Begin These Remarkable Memoirs Here HERE are presented the true experiences of a drummer boy who became a scout for Lincoln; experiences related by the man who was that boy. Already he has told how when on duty at Fort Morton, Indiana, a Union soldier, wounded by Confederate pursuers, entrusted to him a blood- stained packet to be placed in the President’s hands. The boy dashed away, traveled several days by train to Washington and finally delivered the message. The boy’s quickness and courage evidently appealed to Lincoln, who asked “Brick Top,” as he called him, to go to the Dricer plantation in Virginia, and learn from two or three of his scouts the roads and trails of that State. So, he was guided by Mike, one of these men, to the plantation where he found a friend in Blossom Dricer and was given a mare, Kitty, to which he taught many tricks. At length another of Lincoln’s men, Long Beard, arrived at the plantation wounded, bearing a message for the President. The boy makes his way to Washington and delivers this message—one of utmost im- portance. President Lincoln sends “Brick Top” back with another message sewed in his pants. Numerous adventures befall him, but the boy finally reaches the Union general. Again it is thought ad- visable to send the boy back to Washington. When near the Dricer farm he is captured by a Rebel band, but is rescued by friends as he is being tortured. “Well, he is a good, smart boy. He ought to be in the army, what do you say, Captain?” To THIS I replied that three of us were in the cavalry and I had told my mother I was going to work this winter. Before I could say any more the Colonel, who had been search- ing his pockets one after the other, remarked that he could not find one of his papers. My heart stopped beating at this remark, and I tried to back away. It was my apparently stupid actions that saved me, however, for both men believed I was searching for the missing letter. In the meantime I had recovered somewhat and began to move the chairs and tables in my hunt. “‘Didn’t you leave the letter on board?” the Captain asked. “‘No, sir,” the Colonel replied with an oath, “I had that letter at this table and read some parts of it to you.” “That’s so, I remember now. Did you see it, boy?” the Captain asked, grabbing me by the shoulder as I passed him. “No, sir,” I replied, “both of you went out on the walk and I am sufe no one was here while you were out.” “T must have dropped it outside,” the Colonel said, and started for the door, I followed closely, searching everywhere and I was so earnest about it, that they had no suspicions of me. The Captain finally became as anxious about the matter as the Colonel was and turning to me said, “Boy, this wind is blowing from the southwest. If that letter had been dropped here outside the door, it would have been blown over in that lot yonder. Hop over the fence and see if you can find it among that lot of rubbish.” “All right, sir,” I said. ‘Will you give me a foot on the fence?” He did, and over I went. As the letter was inside my shirt next my flesh, of course I knew I would not find it in the lot, but I tumbled about this yard making considerable noise among the barrels, boxes, and waste until I managed to get inside an outhouse where I could not be seen. I then took out the letter and hurriedly read enough of it to know it was from a man in Washington who was suspected of being a spy, and that it would be very valuable to Mr. Lincoln as it was ad- dressed to the Colonel. I dropped the letter behind a stone under the doorway, a place I could reach very readily if I came from the railroad track. I did not do this until I was per- fectly sure I was not being watched. Presently I returned to the shanty and found the two men had gone on board the steamer. The negress handed me a two-dollar greenback, saying the Captain had left it for me. “De Cap’ain am a good man,” she added, “he didn’t mean no ha’m to you, he wuz on’y jokin’ an’ tole me to tell you to come on boa’d.” I then helped her clean up and we worked so quickly that within a couple of hours'everything was cleared away and we were ready for the evening trade. It was after three o’clock and I told her I would like to go down to the bay. Don’t miss the last instalment of this series next month BOYS’ LIFE “You go ’long,” she said, “but be back ag’in.” I said I would and off I ran—I always ran in those days. As I neared the bay, however, I slowed down. I realized that in part I had accomplished my mission. I could with that letter furnish such evidence as was needed. But if I could tel| the President I had seen my man on board the Magnoliz, that I too had sailed on board, what then? And if I could see Bill Carney, the Secret Service man at Nassau, tell him all [ knew and perhaps lay a plan for the capture of the steamer! All this passed rapidly through my mind as I took my place on a log looking at the ship and beyond her into the bay. O INTENT was I on this dream that I was much startled when a quiet, soft voice close to me asked, “Have you found any work, little boy?” And not waiting for a reply she continued, ‘‘My mother says for you to come up to our house.” I turned quickly and found my little friend of the morning. I was really glad to see her and she did look pretty. I told her I had found a job and what I was doing. “Oh,” she gasped and I thought she was going to faint. “You working for a negress? You can’t do that!” “Well, it’s better than nothing, isn’t it?” ‘“*No,” she replied, ‘white people don’t work for them, only up North. You ain’t no Yankee, is you?” she asked anxiously. “No,” I answered indignantly. “I ain’t a Yankee, but I must live and that was all I could get,”’ and I showed her the two dollars Captain McLeer had given me. “But a white man gave you that,” she said, apparently relieved. “Yes, I know, and he is a nice man. I am going down to see him.” “T’ll go with you,” she replied. We strolled down the track to the dock where the Magnolia was lying. Here all was con- fusion and bustle. A big gang of men were unloading the ship and mule teams were hauling the goods away. I could sce now that the cargo consisted largely of boxes of guns and ammunition. Some of the crew recognized me and they gave me a jolly greeting and joked me about my red hair. I was more interested in the ship, however, than in what the crew said or did, for I had made up my mind during my short walk with Maggie, to stow myself on board and make the trip to Nassau. ‘I wonder when she sails?” I said to Maggie. “Nobody knows that, not even the crew. You see,”’ she continued, ‘‘out in the gulf there are no end of Yankee ships. They don’t dare to come in, for we would blow them out of the water. But as soon as our vessels move they try and knock them to pieces. The Yankees can’t see this ship as she is now, not until she rounds that bit of land over that point. So Captain waits until it is dark and stormy and then gets under way.” About this time I noticed the Captain and the Colonel coming ashore. I was on the point of telling Maggie I was going to speak to them, when a piece of coal which had been thrown by someone, struck the girl’s parasol and then fell on me. I jumped up quickly and saw some boys sneaking away behind a fence. I made some foolish remark and then they came into the open and from what followed _I soon realized that the largest boy was Maggie’s sweetheart. The fellow was somewhat taller than I was, but not as stout. He had long, yellow hair, was very poorly dressed and seemed to me a very inferior sort. He blustered up to me and made some insulting remarks about my being waiter for a nigger, and that no decent girl would go with me. “Hold on,” I cried, for I was a bit riled, “don’t you talk like that. Say what you like about me and the old shanty woman, but this girl is all right and no Southerner is going to stand by and hear a girl talked about.” I hadn’t noticed that Captain McLeer and the Colonel had joined our little group, but heard his heavy voice behind me and felt his hand on my shoulder. “You're all right, my son,” he said, “all right. If Snakey,” referring to the other boy, “wants to talk, let him leave the women out.” “Well, he can’t lick me anyway,” Snakey remarked. “T don’t know about that,” Captain McLeer replied. Then looking at me he continued, “‘I don’t want to see you boys fight, and if you do I won’t stand for any gouging or knife play, but if you want to bat each other about, I'll see fair play. What do you say, Irish?” addressing me. “TJ don’t care to fight,” I said, “but he,” pointing to Snakey, “ought to apologize to Maggie and if he don’t, I’d just as leave fight as not.” At this the Captain slapped me on the back and I knew I had a friend and was in good hands. There wasn’t anything else to do, so I took off my coat, put it on the ground with my hat, tightened up my belt and said I was ready. I heard the Captain say to the Colonel as he turned aside, “Colonel, how’re you betting?” There was no reply and the next minute we were at it. This boy couldn’t fight much. He made two or three passes at me which I guarded without any effort. Then he turned to the crowd and shouted: “He’s a Yankee.” It was a bluff, but it didn’t work. - He expected the gang would pick it up and all jump in, but I coppered his lead. “A Yankee, you cur?’ I cried, “did you ever see a Yankee that could fight?” and I belted him a couple of times. ; When he came for me I countered and chopped him with April

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OMEONE called out, ‘‘Snakey can’t swim.” I immediately dropped my trousers and overboard I went, while some of the others were looking for a rope. I came up as he was going down for the second time, caught his long hair and helped him onto a float. Then seeing he was all right and that some of the men were looking after him, I jumped up on the dock and found the Captain was holding my coat, hat and trousers. If he had known what wassewed up in the legs of those trousers! The crowd of sailors and men working about the ship were greatly excited over our little scrap, and I received quite an ovation for the timely assistance to Snakey. None was more demonstrative than the little girl. She followed the Captain and me aboard the ship and remained on deck while the steward, an old colored man, was assisting me in the Captain’s room. My underclothing was soon dried at the galley fire and in less than an hour I appeared again none the worse for my experience. Maggie, the Captain, and the Colonel left the ship with me. “You see that he don’t get into any more trouble, Maggie,” the Captain said as we separated. “Sure I will, Captain,” she replied, “he is going home with me.” “Oh, no, Maggie, I can’t go home with you, your people wouldn’t like it.” At this Maggie’s face became very red and she looked so pretty I wanted to hug her. Just then her soldier brother and several others appeared on the scene. They had heard about the row and what commenced it and were looking for Snakey. “Say, Red Head,” the brother called out to me, “you are just all right and we fellows will see you’re not bothered.” I thanked him and Maggie said: ‘‘Oh, Billie, you’d ought to see him fight. You ain’t got a boy round here can lick him.” Every one laughed at this, even the Captain joining, and I felt rather embarrassed as I was wondering whether my method of taking care of myself might not lead into further difficulty, but no one appeared to notice me. During the evening news was received that the Confederate Army had met with great success somewhere near Richmond, and the people went crazy, cheering and yelling and firing off their guns. The soldier brought Maggie down and we all went to the bay. The deck of the Magnolia had been cleared of most of the freight and we began to dance with music furnished by the old steward and another. Being aboard the ship gave me an excellent opportunity to look about, which I did. Although I was without shoes and my clothes were sadly out of condition, I danced not oaly with Maggie but with the other girls. When this ceased to be exciting, I sang a negro song which was greatly applauded. As I finished singing, amidst clapping of hands and the Rebel yell, I saw looking at me a man whom I had known in Baltimore, Maryland. At first I was completely knocked out, al- though I didn’t weaken. For a moment I felt that what information I had been fortunate enough to obtain would never reach Washington, and instead of going to Nassau as I had planned, I would be hanged, for just about that time the Con- federates were not at all careful how they treated a spy. I gathered courage and looked again, but my fears had evidently been groundless, as the man apparently did not remember me. This was not any high-toned affair. The girls were dressed in their best, but that wasn’t saying much. However, they were having a good time, but was I, you ask? Well, I should say, “No.” My mind was full of questions. Had any one found the letter I had hidden? Had the Captain discovered that something was sewed into my rolled-up trousers and was he preparing to spring it later? Would the man from the North remember me later, and if so, would any one believe his story? Thad plenty to worry about. We stopped dancing at ten o’clock as the cotton had arrived, and the gang had to begin loading at once. “Can I come back and help you after I have seen Maggie home?” I asked the Captain. 1929 “A Yankee, you The Captain laid his hand on my shoulder, smiling as he said, ‘You are a good boy, Reddy, and I know what your game is. You want to help me load, thinking I will let you sail with me this trip, but I tell you now,” and he scowled at me, “‘T won’t do it. Come back here later and I will tell you why. Now git! you and your Maggie, before I forget myself and chuck you both overboard.” And with this he gave me a slight push and went forward. After taking Maggie home, I sneaked into the old shed and made sure the letter was all right, then I hustled down to the dock. The Captain was there as was the Colonel. “Hello! So you’ve got back,” the Captain said. “Yes,” I replied. “Where are you going to sleep?” the Colonel inquired. “The old woman has made me a shake-down on the floor,” at which they both laughed. ‘Better come on board,” the Captain said, “we sha’n’t sail to-night. Can you stand a little noise, Reddy?” “T’'ll bet I can,” I told him. “Well, go forward into the pilot-house on the settee. Put the light out when you turn in and we'll wake you in the morning. We will coal to-morrow morning—commence about daybreak—but that won’t interfere with you. Are you going to help the old woman to-morrow?” “Yes,” I replied. “I told her I would. I ain’t going to let those fellows frighten me.” “Oh, they have had enough,” the Colonel remarked, and then they both bid me good-night and I entered the pilot- house and after removing my coat, I threw myself on the bench and was asleep in a few minutes. HE next day I was quite nervous. I helped the old woman, but when I could I had an eye on the old shed in the lot and made a visit there when I knew no one was watching me. The Captain and Colonel called during the afternoon and I waited on them. The Colonel was anxious about this lost letter. “Where do you think I dropped it, Captain?” he asked. “‘God knows,” was the reply. “You sure had it at the table in here, but there wasn’t any one to take it but Red and if he had seen it he would have turned it over sure as you live. My idea is you dropped it outside.” ““Yes, I must,” the Colonel finally agreed, “but suppose 15 some one has picked it up, a friend of Mr. Lincoln, where would I stand and where would you land, particularly if the Yankees got you?” “Oh, what are you kicking about?” the Captain answered in rather an excited manner. “Get me? They haven't yet, have they? No, I reckon not, Colonel, and they won’t. I am going by the inside passage every time. I know it now and Captain Bill knows it*and I can run where they can’t. I have fooled them every trip, and no Yankee is ever going to stop me. Now don’t you get cold feet, brace up!” “Oh, I don’t fear anything particularly,” the Colonel re- plied, ‘but I don’t return here, that’s all. I have the cotton all right but it makes my hair stand on end when I think of your nearly being run down by that big frigate. You didn’t get her name did you?” “No, but Colonel, I’ll bet she wasn’t a hundred feet away,” the Captain exclaimed with a laugh. They were having more beer and I was listening to all that was said when the conversa- tion was interrupted by the appearance of little Maggie. “Ts you there, Captain McLeer?” she called as she came into the shanty. “Yes, little one, here I am. What can I do for you?” he asked. “T jus’ was told by Miss Howard that you must come up to her house right away. Do you hear?” “Yes,” the Captain replied good-naturedly, “and what else did she say? Did she tell you how pretty you look to-day and ask you about the new beau?” “‘No, she didn’t, but she told me to hurry you and the Colonel—yes, you is both to go.” The Captain laughed and still continued to joke with the little girl. At this moment a tall, long-bearded officer, dressed in full Confederate gray, appeared. Both men quickly arose and greeted him with cordiality, exclaiming. ‘General, glad to see you! This is a surprise. We didn’t expect it.” “T thought I would find you here,” the General replied, returning their salutes. ‘Although Miss Howard sent you word by this charming young lady,” turning to Maggie and removing his large felt hat, making her a sweeping bow. “I thought as the matter was urgent I would come myself.” “Shall we go ’board the ship?” the Captain asked. “Oh, no, we will talk here,” the General replied. “It is cooler, we can be alone and quiet. I think this is better.” Se Pe: a ~~ curl” I cried. “Did you ever see a Yankee w could fight?” “*Just as you say, General,” the Cap- tain remarked. Turning to me he said in a laughing tone, “Red, you go down and see if that cotton is being stowed properly and take the belle of Mobile with you, do you hear?” “Yes, sir,” I replied, and though Maggie and I walked away, how I did long to stay. As we walked along, I heard the General ask who 1 was, but I didn’t hear the reply. FOUND the ship had nearly finished loading and the men were passing heavy lines over the deck load and making them fast. Then they spread over the entire load immense tarpaulins, which were tied and laced to the rails on both sides. “What do they do that for?” I asked the steward who came up and spoke to us. “Dat ropin’? Why, you see, it’s like dis. We don’ leave yere til it’s dark an’ what’s better still in a storm. Now, in de bay yere dere ain’t no waves, but ef it’s blowin’ from de east or no’th dere is some big « waves outside an’ Cap’ain McLeer ain’t takin’ no chances. Tie eberything on tight, he say befor’ you leave. Ef it don’ blow all right, you ain’t done no ha’m, an’ ef it do blow, let it blow, case you got eberything safe. See dem small lines,’’ the steward asked, ‘‘ well, dem is life lines, so when it blows hard, you can hab some- thing to kitch onto. You see?” “Oh, yes,” I said, “‘Isee. These safety lines are all on the side of the deck load and are made fast to the fore and main stays.” “Dat’s right, boy, dey keep you from fallin’ overboard.” “Are you going away to-night?” I asked. “Gawd knows, boy, Gawd knows,”’ the steward repeated with a little laugh. “All Ah can say is dat we got coal an’ plenty grub to eat an’ nobody know ’til Cap’ain say, ‘cast off dat stem-line.’” I selected just the spot to stow away. Not much of a hole, but I had no doubt I could stow myself out of sight and remain long enough so the Captain would not put me ashore. (To be concluded in the May issue of Boys’ Lire)

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LO RS Le a NYY TNT RT A IE ae TIP TR RNS BOYS’ LIFE Shorty Rogan’s Donation O LOOK at Shorty Rogan sitting erect in the saddle on Ping’s broad back, straight in the air like a smoke-stack, you would think he could wrap his legs clear around the sturdy little mare’s body, clicking his heels under her belly. His legs seemed that long. He had adjusted the stirrups high, leaving his knees to stick out at sharp angles. Deep laughter lines furrowed his weathered face. An old hat, a thing for which he had,an affection equaled only by his affection for Ping, allowed chunks of thick hair to protrude from its brim. Shorty let Ping take her time along this road which, in fact, was hardly more than a well-worn trail. It pierced the thick woods like a tunnel. His long body swayed with each step Ping took. He was thinking about that day, two years before, when he first made an appearance in the little town that formed the only mark of civiliza- tion in a hundred mile area, a Northwest wilder- ness where virgin forests still held a million secrets from the prying eyes of mankind. Life started anew for him that day. He had come back, back to the things he had learned and loved as a boy, the forest, trapping, the sharp tang of evergreens in his nostrils. The day he came to town, astride Ping, covered with the dust and sweat of a back breaking trail, Noisy Frazer had called him “Shorty,” good old Noisy, whom he had to lick a couple of times before they got to be friends and the name “Shorty” had stuck ever since. It was funny to call him Shorty, standing six feet four in his socks. He was thinking of these things as he neared his little one- room cabin, built entirely by himself with logs chopped from the forest. It rested in the center of a clearing in the woods, a hundred yards off the trail. In the back was a three-sided shelter for Ping. A split-log pen enclosed some chickens and turkeys, where they pranced and strutted, darting quickly for choice morsels of food that caught their eye. They were a luxury Shorty provided for himself during the summer months. At the back edge of the clearing stood a great pile of cord wood that Shorty had prepared for the approaching winter months. In a far corner was a small house where he sometimes smoked fish or meat. Over it hung jerked venison and bear meat, enough so that he wouldn’t lack for food when snow and blizzards hit the North. Higher up, beyond the level sought by meddlesome flies, hung a line of fish drying in the sun. But the pride of Shorty’s little settlement was a battered, ancient and sorry looking flivver which he left to the mercy of the snow, wind, rain and sun. For some unknown reason it continued to function season after season, seeming to possess everlasting life. As Shorty came within sight of his cabin, he drew Ping to a sudden halt. He bent his lengthy frame downward, whisper- ing into Ping’s sensitive ear. “Say, old hoss-flesh, it looks mighty like someone’s gone and broke into our cabin.” The door of the log cabin, clearly visible from the point where Shorty had pulled his mount to a halt, stood wide open. Shorty always took precautions to close it whenever he left. “Don’t look so good, does it, Ping. May be, though, some of the boys:from town dropped in on us fer a snack o’ grub. Think that’s likely to be it?” Shorty always asked Ping questions. The little mare, looking more like a pony under Shorty’s long body, whinnied for answer. They went for- ward anxiously. It suddenly occurred to Shorty that perhaps the in- truder had already gone, that he had discovered nothing of value among Shorty’s household possessions except his Winchester. And this Shorty had put away until the winter again called him to set his traps. A buck’s head hung over the fireplace. The rough hair was becoming grubby. Not much chance anyone would want that, Shorty thought. He dismounted and started toward the cabin, still a hundred yards away. He kept his eyes steadily on the open door. He had Ping by the bridle. Advancing step by step, he expected any moment to see the intruder framed in the doorway, a rifle trained on the approaching figure. Or, perhaps, hearing Shorty’s approach, the prowler would make a wild dash for the woods where he probably had a pony tethered. Shorty had no intention of letting the thief, if it were one, get away without a pretty stiff struggle. Shorty’s heart, pumping clean red blood through his veins, beat sturdily in his chest. He had visions of a fight. He wanted to fight. It had been three years, when he and Mushy Trimble rounded up a gang of cattle rustlers down in Arizona, since he’d had a fight that even forced him to use more than one fist. And Shorty had two good fists that often ached to punch someone’s jaw. By Powell Cassidy Illustrated by A. Conway Peyton re ¢. ye PS low Then he gave it a vicious kick **Come on, you slow poke,” he mumbled at Ping as the mare stopped to nip a clump of tender wild grass. ‘You’re worser than an old cow with a crutch.” Ping whinnied again. ‘Hey,” Shorty grumbled, “don’t talk so loud. Ain’t I told you to keep your mouth shut tight?” He halted. He had covered twenty-five yards. He dropped Ping’s reins to the ground. ‘Now stay here,” he commanded, “and don’t give me no back talk, see?”’ Shorty set out to cover the remaining distance that lay be- tween him and his goal. He moved cautiously. Every few feet he stopped and listened. Still not a sound issued from the cabin’s interior. A wolf’s cry echoed distantly in the forest. A horned owl seemed to answer it with a terrifying screech. Shorty stopped and picked up a gnarled stick that lay on the ground. It had heavy knots at one end. It might come in handy, he thought. He became more wary with each step. Suddenly he stopped. He caught the sound of someone inside the cabin. Like some- one rummaging among its contents. Taking a firmer hold on the club, he swore under his breath because he had not brought his gun. Shorty instinctively felt that the situation spelled danger for him. If it were a friend paying an informal visit, he would have made his presence known with Shorty’s approach. He now felt certain that he had an unwelcome guest. The in- truder was probably waiting for Shorty to enter; had some way to trap Shorty, then escape before the alarm could be sounded. Shorty reached the door. Still he received no challenge, Funny thing, he thought. Couldn’t they have heard him? Hadn’t they heard Ping’s whinny? What was their game, anyway. Shorty quickly drew up flush with the outside wall. He paused a few moments. Then, placing his hands against the door frame for support, he cautiously peered into the cabin. He saw—— “Hey!” he yelled, “‘what’s ailing you, anyway? Hey, get outa here, you crazy critter.” HERE, standing upon his haunches, was a great brown bear. He was slightly tinged with gray. His stubby tail was entirely gray. He had a gallon can of syrup in his paws. The can was tilted upward. The bear was hungrily lapping the sweet fluid. Syrup was a luxury for man in this wilderness. let alone for an uninvited bear! Not even Shorty’s shouting seemed to disturb him. “Hey!” Shorty shouted again, at the top of his voice, “‘ whoever invited you to this party. Huh? I ask you.” He edged his way toward the cupboard where his gun was stored. He held the heavy stick poised for instant action should the bear decide to charge him. He moved across the room slowly. Finally he reached the center of the room. At this point the bear seemed to discover his presence. With a grunt he dropped the can, now nearly empty, and lumbered toward Shorty. Then he growled menacingly. Shorty stopped. He faced the bear, now walking toward him steadily. He would soon be between Shorty and the open door. In an instant Shorty sized up those powerful forelegs, so capable of crushing out human life with a single effort. Crue] claws projected from the bear’s wide paws. As the bear advanced, step by step, his beady eyes blinking greedily at the sight of a human being, Shorty edged his way toward the door, moving in a semi-circle. With great effort, the bruin rose to his haunches again. He held those immense forelegs out before him. Standing up straight, he was even taller than Shorty. This was the danger signal. Shorty turned sharply. With one bound he was out the door. As he passed through the threshold, his sleeve caught on the door. It shut with a slam. Shorty heard the heavy wooden latch drop into place as his long legs carried him outside to safety. Once in the open air again, Shorty soon realized his predica- ment. Inside the house the bear had things to himself. The latch was fastened from the inside. . Shorty used it only when he locked things up for thé night. He walked around the cabin several times. The only open window, he discovered, was the one in front. And it was barred. He could force open one of the other windows. But, after he had accomplished that, how could he proceed further? He sat upon the bench under a sheltering hemlock. Ping was impatiently stamping the ground. She instinctively knew of the bear’s presence. She snorted and whinnied for Shorty, who only grumbled. “Shut up, ya bum.” Shorty remained there, devising a dozen ways to get rid of his visitor. None seemed practicable. S0oN he caught the sound of approaching horses. They were half a mile or so down the road, he figured, on their way to town. The pounding of the hoofs became clearer as the riders moved swiftly over the road. In a short time two horsemen emerged from the woods. They came into sight as they rounded a bend in the road. Shorty rose from his seat, his teeth showing in a broad grin. “Hey, Noisy,” he called as the riders approached. “ Ain’t in a hurry, are you?” “‘Naw,” the man addressed as Noisy replied, sending a stream of tobacco juice into the bushes that bordered the road at this point. ‘‘Me and Jim’s goin’t to town fer mail. Ought to hear ’bout our land claim pretty soon, I reckon.” Jim rested in his saddle. ‘‘Noisy’s a plumb lyin’ fool,” he said. “He’s got a date with the school marm and drug me along fer no good reason I know of.”” Jim chuckled at Noisy’s scowl. “Go blow yer ol’ nose,” Noisy said. “Ya kinda got yer eye on the school marm yerself, I reckon.” “She’s a good looker, sure’s you’re born,” put in Shorty. “T’ve been kinda thinkin’ I might do a little courtin’ myself.” “She won’t look at a long lanky guy like you, ” advised Noisy. ‘‘She likes handsome men like me.’ “How about me?” inquired Jim. “You heard me, didn’t you?” Noisy said. “Say, if you boys ain’t in no hurry, I guess you might help me out a heap,” Shorty said, suddenly realizing his purpose in stopping the two riders. “Spill it,” said Noisy, “and make it snappy. Me and Jim’s gettin’ impatient.” “Well,” explained Shorty. ‘I comes home ’bout half an hour ago and what does I find in the cabin but a nervy grizzly messin’ things up.” He jerked his thumb over his shoulder toward the cabin. “I got caught on the door and it slammed shut, tight shut. It’s fixed on the inside and my gun’s tucked away on the top shelf o’ the cupboard. I’m mighty glad you boys got along here about this time. I sure thought I was goin’ to be stuck with the critter.” “Gee, ain’t that too bad,” Noisy said sympathetically. “Sure is,” agreed Jim, catching a sly wink from Noisy. “Tf you’ll give me a hand, we’ll get the critter out in no time. I don’t care about doin’ no shootin’, I see you boys ain't fetched yer guns with you, anyway. Just let the animal go, that’s all I care about.” Noisy shook his head. sadly. “Sure is,” Jim added, taking another hunk out of a plug of black tobacco. ‘‘Wisht we could help ya out, Shorty. Maybe some other time when we ain’t so busy. Come on, Noisy, we'll be late. Giddap, Thunder.” “‘Giddap, Lightenin’.” The two men spurred their horses to a canter. Shorty stood there in amazement. In a few minutes they had disappeared into the black forest, without once looking back at Shorty. The pounding of the horses’ hoofs grew fainter as Jim and Noisy drew farther away. When they had passed out of sight, Shorty was still standing April “Sure is too bad,” he said again

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LIFE Cruel inking is way effort, mense s even With th the _ slam. as his edica- mself. y used The front. of the | that, nlock. She 10rted “Shut Lys to They d, on came yoods. l. 1 grin. ‘ Ain’t ling a > road Jught l,” he ig me oisy’s er eye iorty. self.” lvised t help ose in Jim’s ulf an Tizzly yulder nmed ucked d you [ was time. ain’t al go, again lug of laybe we'll stood eared lorty. . and nding pril . FOR ALL BOYS there. He was speechless with rage. He pushed back his hat, scratching the back of his shaggy head. Then he -gripped-the edge of the hat in his fist. He jerked it off his head, swung it in a wide circle and flung it to the ground. Then he gave it a vicious kick. He walked over to Ping. ‘Kin you imagine anything low and worthless like that? Kin ya imagine them bums doin’ a stunt like that? How in the Sam Hill am I goin’ to git rid of that fool bear now. You tell me the way, old hoss flesh, I can’t discover it.” N ATMOSPHERE of late summer laziness hung over the little town of Pierre’s Bend. Its single street was bordered for two blocks on each side with weather-beaten, wooden structures housing retail stores and supply depots of various kinds. A few people straggled along the path that served as a walk. Men talking in groups of two and three would look up inquiringly with the arrival of someone with shopping to do, or a few hours to spare gathering news con- cerning the community. Satisfying them- selves as to the identity of the newcomer, they would resume their anecdotes of the pathless woods, tales of trapping, fights with wild animals, adventures recounted by old- timers who had fought Indians or blazed trails into unknown and uncharted country. Once merely a trading post, the town had grown steadily with the gradual clearing of land to make room for farms. Yet, farming was still new enough to be looked upon more or less as an experiment. Only a few men had tried it. There was Chet Graham, upon whose sturdy back fell the task of clearing his small piece of land of great round stones left in the tracks of the prehistoric glacier that swept North America. Jim Corcoran and Noisy Frazer had a small farm a few miles out from town. Here they raised apples. Shorty planned to some day clear some more of his land, putting in fruit, which prospered so well in the Northwest. But the thrill of trapping and the high prices obtained for furs prevented him from imme- diately carrying out his intention. In the summer he would raise some vegetables, took care of his chickens and turkeys. As winter approached, he would get out his traps, oil his Winchester, patch his furs and plunge into the woods, perhaps to be gone for several months. Once he had gone to Alaska with a cheechahco, who deserted him when the temperature dropped to forty degrees below zero. Then Shorty had to neck it for eighty-four miles, for he would not turn back. Men who came North after the California gold rush, half- breeds, French-Canadians, pioneers from the Middle West, former rangers, a few Indians and prospectors—all made up the population of Pierre’s Bend. Out of this odd assortment of people had developed men who set up in business—a bank, a drug store, a combined furniture store and undertaking parlor, and others to take care of the increasing demand for life’s necessities and a few luxuries. Several years before, a minister had accompanied a caravan “Boys, Shorty has gone and done it” 1929 ““Get outa herel”’ of pioneers seeking their fortunes in the West. He soon built a little church of rough timber. -When his daughter finished school in St. Louis, a year or so later, he sent for her to conduct a school in Pierre’s Bend, supplying a long felt want. As the sun began its downward sweep behind the hills this late August afternoon, few of the men sitting on benches in front of the stores gave more than a side glance to the figure approaching the town. Jim Corcoran and Noisy Frazer were just emerging from the combined post-office and grocery store, where they had been telling Ned Collins, the postmaster, about Shorty’s bear, how they had left him to get rid of the grizzly the best way he could. As Noisy swung into the saddle, still laughing over Shorty’s expression as they rode away, he caught sight of the approaching figure. He shaded his eyes with one hand to keep out the brilliant sunlight. “Say,” he pointed down the road, “ain’t that Shorty’s tin can rumblin’ down the road a piece?” j™ studied the approaching car a moment. “Sure is.” He rose in the saddle. Then he started to laugh loudly. ‘Guess he’s comin’ to town to get some of the boys to give him a hand,” he chuckled. “Yep, that’s about it... say!” Noisy exclaimed. ‘‘What’s that he’s got in back ... in the rear of the car?” “Where?” “See? looks to me as if he’s got his mare for a passenger.” * Huh? ” The two men remained silent as Shorty, whose long figure could now be seen bent over the steering-wheel, drew nearer town. It was now apparent that he had something in the rear seat of his chugging flivver, a strange object, a great dark hulk of something. Shorty was now almost within hailing distance. He had his hat in his hand and was waving it wildly above his head. Now he was shouting. Word passed around like fire in a pile of tinder that something of unusual excitement was taking place in the usually quiet town of Pierre’s Bend. People began to emerge from stores. They formed an ever growing circle around Shorty who, by this time, had brought his car to a stop in the middle of the street. For there in the back seat of the squeaky, battered and ancient flivver was a huge brown grizzly bear. He was sitting on his haunches, fastened securely with simply miles of rope. With tremendous effort he would attempt to free himself of the rope. Finding his struggles of no avail, he would growl fiercely, baring cruel teeth. He was literally covered with the rope, which wound in and out and around his great shaggy body. Shorty became an instant target for hundreds of questions. Where did he get the bear? How did he get him tied in the car? Who? When? Which? Suddenly a short, stocky man pushed his way through the gathering. Someone shouted, “Lock him up, sheriff.” The men stood aside to allow the passage of the enforcer of i MO ft —— ma - ee ~~ ‘ 17 law and order. Shorty jumped to the ground as Sheriff Thorn- ton reached his side. “Hullo, sheriff,” he greeted, grinning broadly,. ‘Captured an outlaw fer you.” The sheriff scrutinized the captive grizzly. His face sud- denly shone. He mounted the running board of Shorty’s car. “Boys,” he shouted to the crowd. ‘Shorty has gone and done it.” ; “Sure did,” agreed Shorty. “Shorty has trapped Silver Tail,” continued Sheriff Thorn- ton. “And I brung him to town to claim the hundred dollars — reward for him,” Shorty added. With this announcement several of the men looked more closely at the big grizzly, now struggling to release himself from the unyielding rope. “T’ll be hanged,” Noisy whistled, ‘‘if it ain’t Silver Tail all right. Remember two years ago when we all chipped in for a reward for anyone that’d trap him?” “Yeh, Iremember. It cost me two bucks. Don’t ’spect me to ferget that, do you?” Jim recalled. ‘‘I wonder where the critter’s been all this time, anyway. I never have no luck, it appears to me.” Excitement was at its height. Trapped Silver Tail! The giant grizzly that seemed to delight in breaking into cabins, stealing chickens, making himself a pest and a menace almost within the boundaries of Pierre’s Bend. Once the entire population had spent several days in a row, looking for the bruin’s lair. No one ever saw him, after the day he nearly wrecked the Collins house. They thought he had been killed, or had gone farther North. The reward, however, still remained in the bank. As long as Silver Tail remained at large, no one could claim the hundred dollars. And there he was, of all places, in the rear seat of Shorty’s “uncovered wagon,” captured at last! Wo came up. HethumpedShortyonthechest. “Why didn’t you tell us you had Silver Tail in yer cabin?” he asked, visioning the reward he had almost secured. “Tt’s all your own fault,” Shorty replied. ‘I asks you to give me a hand and get the critter out. Then what did you and Jim do? You rid off and let me get him out the best way I could.” He hitched up his trousers with a jerk. ‘‘And now I'll just blow a little of that reward money on the school marm.” “‘What gets me,” complained Jim, scratching his head in perplexity, “is how you ever got the critter out. Didn’t hypnotize him, did you?” “No,” said Noisy sarcastically, “he snuck up on him and put salt on his tail, see?” Jim shook his head. ‘Naw, that ain’t it. He talked to him in bear language and told him there was a big juicy meal in town for him by the name of Noisy Frazer.” “Wrong again,” Noisy said. ‘‘A bear oncet tuk a chunk outa my leg. It was so tough chewin’ that he spit out eight teeth all broke to little bits.” “Well, I’ll tell you, seeing as how you’re both so anxious (Concluded on page 69) ‘ => _ Connd c low aN “ \ Y y AM 4 14, i (4 a | os x4 en ene ST

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18 BOYS’ LIFE The Boys’ LIFE—Little, Brown $4,000.00 Prize Serial Three Points of Honor In every community there are always some who are holding back PART IV ERESKO backed away. He was heavier than Rod- ney, but less well-trained and now it was Rodney who was angry, carried away by a sense of injus- tice, determined to work his will on the man who had sought to browbeat him. Veresko hesitated, sneered, then with a contemptuous laugh reached into his pocket. He counted out three five-dollar bills and threw them on the desk. Rodney picked them up and, without a word, strode toward where his overcoat was lying. He tossed it across his arm, turned and glared at Veresko, then left the office, slamming the door heavily behind him. He was out of a job, but the memory of those last few seconds more than made up for the loss! He was aware of a newly wakened confidence in himself, of a feel- ing of latent strength that was very pleasant to contem- plate. Without knowing it, Rodney had passed a crisis. It had exacted a sacrifice, but it had left him the stronger for it. Ted Morris was indignant when he heard of Rodney’s encounter with Veresko. His dark eyes flashed, and he clenched his fist. ‘‘The mutt!” he exclaimed. ‘Trying to get away with that kind of stuff! Why doesn’t he go to Russia if he thinks it’s so much better there? But, oh, no! He’s like the rest of these wild-eyed reformers—stay in America and make money! Make more here than they could anywhere else in the world! And all the while they’re making it they’re trying to stab Uncle Sam in the back! Gee!” he added with a grin. “I'd liked to have seen you when you started after him like that!” “T was mad,” said Rodney, “It wasn’t the money, Ted, honest it wasn’t! Maybe you won’t believe it, but after I was in the street I was tempted to throw those bills in the gutter just to prove that I didn’t care!” “T understand,” replied Ted. ‘It was the principle of the thing. Only I just can’t imagine you getting mad enough to beat somebody up! You’re so easy-going all the time. Well, now you’ll start hunting for another job, I suppose. Anything in mind?” “Not a thing,” said Rodney. “Why don’t you go see that Scoutmaster of yours? He might know of something.” “Oh, I sort of hate to bother him.” “Don’t be foolish!” said Ted. “TI’ll bet he’d be tickled to have you come to him.” “Well, maybe I will.” By Russell Gordon Carter Illustrated by John R. Neil Before Rodney left his companion he in- quired about his school and studies. Ted made a wry face. ‘Oh, I’m all right that way, I guess, only I do have a dickens of a time studying. So many other things I’m interested in, and I’ve got the sort of mind that likes to wander off and think about unimportant matters——” “Such as cats,”” added Rodney, grinning. “Yes, such as cats,” Ted repeated solemnly. “I counted six of them while I was dressing this morning, two pairs of threes, you know.” “But you stand all right in class, don’t you?” Rodney inquired. “About average. You know, Rod,” Ted went on earnestly. “T could lead the class easily if I wanted to put in the time studying. I don’t mean to brag; you know that. But it’s a fact!” “Why don’t you?” asked Rodney. Ted shrugged his shoulders without replying. “T know the trouble with you,” said Rodney. ‘You’re not really interested in any one thing—I mean you're not head-over-heels interested. If Ted suddenly came out of his solemn mood. He sprang to his feet and, laughing, rumpled his companion’s hair. “TI can read what’s behind that noble brow of thine!” he ex- claimed, still laughing. ‘You'd like me to go into the Scout business! Honest, now, wouldn’t you? It would cure me, make a man of me, and at two o’clock next week—behold! Ted Morris at the top of his class!” “T think it might help some,” Rodney insisted. “No,” said Ted, shaking his head in a tragi-comic manner, “T’m too old. You're a mere child, compared with me. The time for all that, if you have such inclinations, is when you’re in your early teens. I’m too old a dog, Rod, too old a dog!” Rodney laughed and made no attempt to press the matter. OVER the week-end he read the newspaper advertisements, and on Monday he answered two or three of them. But the jobs were either already filled or were not the kind of work for which he was fitted. Throughout the rest of the week he continued his search, at the same time attending his night- school classes.’ Finally he called Mr. Holman on the telephone, and the Scoutmaster suggested that he come and see him Sunday evening. Rodney reached Mr. Holman’s house about eight o’clock. The Scoutmaster was a lean, dark man of thirty-five or so. He had served as a captain of infantry in France, and there was still the look of the army man about him, a crisp, authoritative ‘manner of speaking at times, an alert, disciplined way of standing or sitting. “Well, Rodney, I’m glad you had the good sense to come to me. I’m not sure I can do much for you, but I’m cer- tainly interested, and I'll make an effort. What about the old job? Why did you give it up?” RODNEY replied in a few sentences. “Hm,” said Mr. Holman, “of course you couldn’t stick on in a case like that.” “At first I felt bad about losing the job,” continued Rodney. “I don’t now, though. You know what bothers me, Mr. Holman? It’s the thought of Veresko printing that kind of stuff week after week. Seems to me it’s bound to do harm!” “T wouldn’t worry too much about Veresko,” observed the Scoutmaster. ‘Corpuscles of that kind are really in a small minority in America.” “‘Corpuscles?” repeated Rodney wonderingly. Mr. Holman smiled and reached for a book on the table beside him. He thumbed the pages in silence for a few mo- ments; then with a glance at his visitor he began to read: “The welfare of our bodies depends upon the circulation and health of our blood. There are in the blood minute little organisms, like very small animals, upon which the health of the blood depends. If the blood contains the right proportion of a certain kind of corpuscles, as these little organisms are called, it will be healthy and make the whole man strong; but if the corpuscles are not in their right proportions, the blood will be wrong, the circulation will be poor, and the power of resisting physical disease will be weak.’” The Scoutmaster paused and said. “Here’s the point, Rodney,” and he continued to read: “*Tt is just so with the life of the nation as a whole. It depends ultimately upon the strength of every individual citizen and, even more than that, upon the strength of every April act the dic sor TOU str life Z / uP 4 { havi

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fou A ed ers ng nd he all FOR ALL BOYS man, woman and child and of every inhabitant within its borders. It is the duty of every single individual in these United States to be as strong as he possibly can be in his body, his mind and his character; and by so doing he will be serving his country in the very best way possible. This is the most important way of doing our duty to our country, and corre- sponds exactly with our duty to God; if we begin by serving our country in this way, we shall find out many other special ways of being useful to it.’” E CLOSED the book, adding witha smile. ‘So you see, Rodney, we are all of us corpuscles. Veresko is the wrong kind; you and I and most of us are the right kind. We are in a very large majority, and while we remain so, the harm the other kind can do will be small. Of course we must watch ourselves and be alert, as you were.” “Who wrote that, Mr. Holman?” Rodney asked. “A man named Arthur Carey. The book is called ‘The Scout Law in Practice’ and is based on talks to Sea Scouts during the cruises of the Boy Scout ship, Pioneer. It is the most reasonable and enlightening thing of its kind I’ve ever seen. Take it along if you’re interested. It’s full of meat.” And he passed the book to his visitor. Rodney was deeply impressed by the paragraphs that Mr. Holman had read. He had of course often thought of patriot- ism, but he had always associated it with war or public service, something dramatic, spectacular. The idea of serving one’s country in the “very best way possible” by merely living in accordance with what was right was a revelation to him; and the idea seemed to him doubly significant, coming to him as it did from a man like Mr. Holman, who had served his country in time of war. They continued to talk on that and kindred matters for some time; and all the while the Scoutmaster, without Rod- ney’s being aware of it, was estimating him, forming a more rounded opinion of him. It occurred to Rodney as rather strange that Mr. Holman should be so much interested in his life. He did not realize that men of the right sort the world over are bound to be drawn to a boy who is ambitious, respectful and eager to learn. At the end of almost an hour and a half the Scoutmaster wrote a note at his desk and, placing it in an envelope, which he addressed, handed it to Rodney. ‘Take this to Mr. Holbrook Devereux, on Milk Street,” he said. “I am not at all sure that anything will come of it; he may have nothing to offer, but it will do no harm ‘to see him. Let me know what happens. Good luck to you!” Reaching the street, Rodney set off toward home, walking at a brisk pace. Of late, walking had become his chief form of exercise, of keeping fit. Now as he made his way homeward, his thoughts teturned to his interview with the Scout- Master, particularly to the little treatise 1929 ‘on patriotism that he had listened to. It was so clear, so clean-cut, so convincing—and yet you never heard people discuss that kind of patriotism. You never read about it in the newspapers. Always in the newspapers, it seemed, the patriot was the man who died for his country or did something big and fine, something that everyone talked about. The idea set him to thinking. He wondered if there were not a great many other 19 Rodney regarded him in surprise. ‘Why, why, yes. Wouldn’t you?” “‘T’d hate to have to decide!” Ted replied, laughing. “I’m strong for the Navy, Rod. I feel it’s my calling, but #f anybody offered me a job with a big future I’m terribly afraid I'd grab it! Money is such a doggone important thing in this world! Why, if I had enough of it, I could start a Navy of my own! A steam yacht, a sail- matters of a similar nature. ing yacht, a couple of fast One Monday morning Begin the Story Here motor-boats——” Rodney reported at the Y OWEN nae gaa “Ted, old man, you’re office of Mr. Holbrook Dev- | dee agyas See Rod's PD Seth ay pt talking through your hat!” ereux. Mr. Devereux was the president of a nationally known business that had more than tripled in volume since the close of the war. He was a small, unprepos- sessing man with shrewd gray eyes and a florid com- plexion. “So you’re one of Mr. Holman’s boys, eh?” he said after he had read the letter of introduction. “Fine fel- low, Holman. Thinks quite a lot of you, doesn’t he?” “JT—I really don’t know, sir,” replied Rodney, rather confused by the question. “Well, tell me about your- self,” Mr. Devereux went on crisply, ‘“‘age, schooling —anything you think crushed. turned a defeat into a basketball victory for George- burgh? Hadn’t Rodney determined that he was going to follow in the path of his ancestors and go to sea—to Annapolis, where a naval career started? But there had come the crushing blow—Rod’s only living parent, his mother, died suddenly. Rodney’s mother left her son one thi deathbed letter she cautioned him to “Be a good Scout, always. Never forget the Scout Oath with its Three Points of Honor!’’ With this farewell ever before him, Rodney leaves his home town to go to Boston where his old Uncle Jonathan opens his home for him. Rodney starts anew in high school his preparations for Annapolis, only to suddenly dis- cover his aged uncle is not the rich man he suspected but poor—very poor. Rodney’s hopes were again Courage, however, quickly comes to Rodney and out he goes in search of a job. Finally he obtains a position as editor of a small paper for a foreign musician only to learn that his employer is using the time, thinking about nis paper for propaganda purposes. Rodney decides to immediately withdraw and demands his pay. said Rodney, poking him in the ribs. More than a week passed before Rodney heard from Mr. Devereux. During that time he studied, read books and magazines and the news- papers, took walks about the town and even interested himself in genealogy, greatly to the delight of his uncle. —in a AND then one day he had a brief note from Mr. Devereux, making an ap- pointment for the following afternoon. That evening Rodney lay awake for a long meeting on the morrow. Supposing Mr. Devereux should offer him a job in the might be interesting.” And he leaned back in his chair, gazing out the window. Rodney observed a great mass of papers on Mr. Devereux’s desk, letters, telegrams, legal-looking documents. They said to him plainly that the president had much work before him. Rodney decided to be as brief as possible; and with that thought in mind he began his account. ME: DEVEREUX continued to gaze out the window as he listened. When the account was finished, he swung for- ward in his chair again, stroked his chin thoughtfully and then rose. ‘Put all that in a letter,” he said, “and anything else you think might interest me.” He held out his hand. “Good day to you.” Rodney wrote the letter that afternoon and mailed it. Then he sought out Ted Morris. Ted’s eyes widened when Rodney told him about his inter- view with Mr. Devereux. ‘Say, old man!” he exclaimed. “Tf a young fellow lands a job with those people, he’s got something! My father has talked a lot about Devereux. He’s quite a wizard! That’s a real company, that is! They don’t start a man on much less than thirty dollars a week, and if he’s the right kind, he’s fixed!” “But I don’t want to go into business permanently. You know that, Ted. All I want: vs “Oh, sure, I know that,” Ted interrupted him. “But s’pose you could see a ten- thousand dollar job ahead of you? And beyond that a still bigger job? Would you want to go to Annapolis?” office; say, a job at thirty dollars a week, as Ted had suggested. But, no, he couldn’t expect so much as that. Say, twenty-five a week. That seemed more likely. Rodney continued to meditate. Ted was right; money was a pretty important thing in this world! He thought of his clothes, which were beginning to grow shabby. He really needed a new suit; yes, and new shoes and a new supply of socks and shirts. And there was his uncle; he always managed to look neat, but how pleasant it would be to present him with a new overcoat and a new hat! The following afternoon when Rodney entered Mr. Dever- eux’s office he thought the president appeared more friendly than on the first occasion. He smiled as he shook Rodney’s hand; then when both were seated, he said abruptly: “Your letter interested me very much. So you think you’d like to enter the Navy some day?” ‘Ves, sir, I’m working for it.” “Well, if your mind is made up on that score, I’m afraid there’s nothing here I can offer you.” Rodney’s heart sank. “We are looking for a few young men right now,” Mr. Devereux continued, “young men who would begin at the very bottom and learn the business, working up in time to positions of responsibility and promise. Naturally, we couldn’t take on a young man who would leave us just when he was in a fair way to be useful to us. You understand that, of course.” Rodney swallowed hard. “Yes, I understand, Mr. Devereux. But when I came to you, it was with the thought that there might be some sort of clerical job I could fil——” Mr. Devereus nodded and then was silent for some time. At last he said, “I had lunch with Mr. Holman last week. He told me a number of things about you. I also got in touch with Dr. Grant and a Mr. Fisher, out in Ohio. As a result of my inquiries I feel that I know you rather well.” He paused again, and Rodney waited, puzzled, not quite compre- hending the purport of the man’s words. “If you should care to go into business, putting Annapo- lis aside,” Mr. Devereux said abruptly, “I am willing to give you a chance here with us. You are rather young, it’s true, but you appear older than you really are—and your youth,” he added with a smile, “is a disadvantage you will outgrow. As you may possibly know, we start all our young men at a salary of fifteen hundred a year. For the first few years that is a losing propo- sition for us, but in the long run it more than pays. Those young men, if they are the right sort, move steadily upward in the business, becoming increasingly useful to us and earning increas- ingly large salaries. I don’t ask you to decide this minute. I offer no arguments against a naval career; there is a future in the Navy, although not so big a 2 Ee nde, oe Senet STS Ss

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20 future, measured in dollars and cents, as in some other call- ings. I suggest that you think it over for a few days and then let me know.” , He rose, adding: ‘Let me hear from you as soon as you’ve decided, won’t you?” Rodney returned to Pinckney Street, feeling quite incapable of calm, sober thought. Uncle Jonathan, as usual, was at his favorite haunt, a fact for which Rodney was thankful. He wanted to be alone, to think things out in his own way. He sat down in the chair beside the window and propped his feet against the table. Fo® a long time he sat there motionless, his gaze fixed on a slow-moving mass of clouds above the house-tops. He recalled the words of Ted Morris: “If a young fellow lands a job with those people, he’s got something! If he’s the right kind, he’s fixed!” Rodney moistened his lips. A definite offer, that was what they had made him. And why? Wéil, probably because Mr. Holman had said some very nice things about him and also Dr. Grant and Mr. Fisher. The thought made him realize, as he had never realized before, that every- thing a fellow does is apt to be important, apt to have some bearing on his later life. He had always played fair with Mr. Fisher, and now, because Mr. Fisher and a few others had spoken a good word for him, he had the offer of a fine job. What should he do? Should he give up his chance of enter- ing Annapolis? After all, it was only a chance. He might fail to get the appointment. And even if he got it, he might not pass the examinations. Rodney moved uneasily in the chair. He knew what Ted would do in his case. Ted had told him in so many words. “If anybody offered me a job with a big future I’m terribly afraid I’d grab it! Money is such a doggone important thing in this world!” Yes, money was an important thing! Rodney noted the , threadbare sleeves of his blue coat, his scuffed shoes, his old felt hat lying on the table. He gazed about the room at the cheap furniture. He thought of the new overcoat and the new hat he would like to give his uncle. And then he thought of the pleasures he had denied himself ever since he came to Boston. ‘A Scout is thrifty.’”’ The phrase popped into his mind, and he smiled over it rather grimly. He certainly had been thrifty! He had been more than thrifty! Didn’t he really owe it to himself to earn a great deal of money, so long as he could earn it honestly? ss All that was true. The real question was: should he give up his chance of going to Annapolis, of entering upon a career that he felt to be his calling? Or should he continue to strive and stint himself for two more years, perhaps longer than that, with the possibility of failure at the end? When he thought of the studying, the grind, the uncertainty, that lay ahead of him, his courage seemed to ebb away. Night school three evenings a week, a job of some kind during the day, long hours, little time for pleasure, two or three more years of watching the pennies, of wearing clothes that were old and shabby—it was more than he could bear. In a choking voice he murmured. “I can’t do it! It’s not jworth it! I’d be a fool—a fool a: The room suddenly felt stifling. He rose and, seizing his hat, hurried into the hallway and down the stairs not knowing where he was going aware only that he must get out into the open air. . Rodney walked down Pinckney Street to the esplanade along the river. The air was mild, the water blue and smiling under the late-afternoon sun. With head thrown back and arms rhythmically swinging he set off along the embank- ment feeling a kind of delirious elation in the effort of rapid walking. Pedestrians passed him pausing to glance back over their shoulders wondering at the reason for his rapid pace. He gave no heed to them. He gave no heed to the multitude of doubts that seemed to be racing along beside him clamoring at his mind for admission; he only quickened his stride as if in an effort to leave them behind him forever. But it was impossible to maintain so rapid a pace. It was impossible to outdistance those besetting doubts. His stride shortened at last and moving to one side he sank upon an empty bench murmuring. “I’ve got to settle it!” Out there under the arching blue sky calmness and courage gradually returned to him. He was able to face the problem soberly and without self-pity. He repeated to himself what had always been in the back of his mind—that business as a career held no allure for him. How weak he had been to let the thought of money influence him even for a moment! What good was money if you were not satisfied with the way you were earning it if you were not really happy? And how child- ish to become discouraged because the way to Annapolis seemed hard and long and uncertain! His chance of becoming a midshipman might be a slim one but if he took it and failed, at least he would be able to say, “‘I did my best.” There would be no remorse, no haunting regrets, as in the case of his father and of Mr. Fisher. And then there was his mother. She wouldn’t want him to quit. She wouldn’t want him to take a job just for the sake of the money it might bring him! Rodney closed his eyes, feeling as if an immense weight had lifted from his shoulders. The breeze from across the river was cool and refreshing against his face. At last he rose and started back along the embankment and now his stride was measured and buoyant. That evening he wrote the following letter: “DeaR Mr. DEVEREUX: “T have decided not to take advantage of your very kind offer to give me a start in business. I know I’m just a boy, and I may be making a big mistake; I may not really know my own mind. But I have thought it all out as carefully as I can, and I feel sure I ought to go on the way I am, with the hope of enter- ing the U. S. Naval Academy some day. “T am afraid you may think me ungrateful. I’m not. Iam more than grateful, Mr. Devereux! But it’s just this way. I’ve sort of always had the notion of following the sea. First I thought I’d be satisfied just to be in the merchant-marine, but my mother urged me to aim at something higher. It was my mother who got me interested in Annapolis. We used to talk a lot about it, and I know she took it for granted I’d be a naval officer some day. I feel sure if I gave it up now and went into business, I’d always sort of regret I hadn’t tried the Navy— and that would be bad. As I say, I may be wrong, but I hope you will understand. ‘Sincerely yours, ““RopNEY OWEN.” ODNEY mailed the letter the next morning andthenset out in quest of a job. He answered three or four advertisements, but met with no success. He wan- dered down to the market at Faneuil Hall and had lunch in one of the many little restaurants in the vicinity. The place was not much wider than a fair-sized hallway, and the stools along the counter were occupied almost wholly by men from the market, big florid-faced men, some wear- ing straw hats and linen dusters, and all laughing and talking and consuming enormous volumes of food. ‘‘Good eaters,” they were, those market men! Rodney asked one of them if he knew of a job thereabouts. “You looking for a job?” The man took a tremendous bite from a huge roast-beef sandwich that he was obliged to hold in both hands. Then after a big swallow of coffee he added, “I see a sign, ‘boy wanted,’ this morningoverin Corn- hill. It was in one of the book-stalls. You look ’sif you might fit in better where there’s books than where there’s meat and veg’ tables.” Rodney smiled. ‘What street was that on?” he asked. “Over in Cornhill,” was the reply. ‘‘You’ll find it, if it’s still there.” Rodney finished his lunch hastily and walked in the direction of Cornhill with its numerous second-hand book shops. His heart gave a jump as he spied the sign in one of the windows. He descended three or four stone steps.and, opening the door, entered a low-ceilinged, musty-smelling, rectangular room crowded with books. They filled all four walls; they covered three long tables in the center of the room; they lay hap- hazard in a.great heap in one corner, almost cutting off the view of a small desk at which a gray-haired, youngish man with heavy bone-rimmed spectacles was writing. Here and there at Rodney felt an elation in the effort of rapid walking If an English Lord had taken your place on the Oxford crew—unde- servedly, you thought—and you an American What would you do? George Houston solved an inter- national question in a most unusual way in a great story of the Henly Regatta. . Empress of India By James Saxon Childers Appears in BOYS’ LIFE next month BOYS’ LIFE the tables a man or a woman was thumbing a book or scrutiniz- ing the titles of those that lay in the trays. The place was dim and quiet. The street noises penetrated only as a muffled roar. Rodney approached the desk. “I saw your sign in the window,” he said. ‘‘Is the job filled?” The man peered at him in a near-sighted manner. ‘No, it isn’t filled. You interested? What have you done?” Rodney gave an account of his experience on the Little Music Master. The man at the desk pondered for a few seconds. “How much would you work for?”’ he inquired. Rodney hesitated, his lips pursed, his gaze fixed on the floor. “T can’t pay much,” continued the other. ‘Fourteen dollars a week, long hours, six full days a week, except in the summer, when you could have Tuesday afternoon.” It was not very alluring, but Rodney had been out of work too long. ‘‘What would I have to do?” he asked. ‘Wait on customers,” was the reply. “‘Helparrange the books, miscellaneous tasks that I want done. I don’t believe you’d find it hard except for the long hours. The young fellow I had before was able to do some reading on the side; he was studying law.” The remark impressed Rodney. “I think I’d like to try it,” he said, “if you care to give me a chance.” “When could you start in?” “Any time you’d want me.” “‘All right, suppose you report in the morning, eight o’clock. Let’s see, what name?” “Rodney Owen.” The man rose. ‘My name is John Dobson. I think we’ll be able to get along together,” he added witha smile. Rodney shook hands with him and went out, feeling that he might have found work much less to his liking. He saw Ted Morris shortly after supper. “Well, Rod, why that look of radiant happiness?’”’ Ted demanded as his friend entered the room. Rodney grinned. “I just thought I’d drop in for a few minutes before school to let you know that in case you need any old books, I’m in the second-hand business down in Corn hill, start work to-morrow at Dob son’s.” “Good for you!” said Ted. Then he made a wry face. “Books! Gosh, I’ve got so I hate the sight of them! Know why I’m happy, Rod? My folks have just bought a summer place over on Martha’s Vineyard. Think of it! A whole summer at the shore, swimming, fishing, boating! Listen, old man, there’s one thing you’ve got to do this summer! I want you to spend a couple of weeks with me down there. You'll like it, no doubt about that; and my people will be tickled to have you! I’ve told them all about you, all your bad habits, you know. Promise me you’ll come down for two weeks, or longer, if you can manage it.” Rodney was touched by his friend’s kindness. “I cer- tainly will, Ted!” he exclaimed. “I mean if I can get the time off.” “You'll get two weeks’ vacation, won’t you? Everybod) does.” “T don’t know,” said Rodney. ‘Mr. Dobson didn’t men- tion that. I'll speak to him about it, though. You surely have a big heart!” he added in a burst of emotion. “Rot!” said Ted. He looked up suddenly. “Say,” he demanded, ‘“‘ what about Devereux? Didn’t he have anything to offer after all?” “No ” replied Rodney. ‘That is yes and no” he added with a smile. - Then he told of -his interview with Mr. Dev- - ereux and of the letter that he had posted that morning. Te regarded his companion incredulously. ‘He offered you a chance like that and you turned it down!” “Tt seemed the only thing to do,” said Rodney. ‘Oh, it took an effort! The thing upset me completely for a while. But it was either business or the Navy and I plumped for the Navy. Imay have made the great mistake of my life but ! reached the decision with a clear head, and I’m not sorry.” Ted was silent; he only stared at his companion. Rodney rose smiling half-apologetically. ‘‘I s’pose you think I did a foolish thing.. Maybe I did. But anyway n0- body will ever hear me squeal! The thing’s done; it’s past and over.” “Yes,” murmured Ted, “it’s past and over. But, Rod, old man, I salute you! You did what I couldn’t have done!” (To be continued in Boys’ Lire for May) April 19:

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-IFE \tiniz- s dim uffled n the No, it Little ‘How floor. irteen in the work reply. neous elieve » long vefore n the a, “if rt in S see, John to get smile. n and have ng. after k of inded ought ye fore | case n the Corn Dob Then Gosh, hem! My place nk of shore, isten, e got yu to down bout led to bad * two cer- t the ‘body men- urely cm ie thing dded Dev- fered Dh, it vhile. yr the but I ry.” you - no- t and 1, old 1”? pril FOR ALL BOYS 21 The Warring Stranger IM GREENAN, the fish warden, came down from his fly camp, launched his light canoe, and pushed off to paddle across the narrow stretch where the shores of Goat Lake converged to form a channel leading to the outlet falls. The evergreens on the side-hills already held a suggestion of the purple haze which comes with the sunset; the little valley was a quiet, pleasant place. But Greenan, instead of being on a holiday, was working. Three years before, a small shipment of young black bass had been brought across the moun- tains and released in Goat Lake, to which as to all waters of the northern Pacific slope, they were foreign. Now the warden’s Chief had sent him here to see if any had survived, and already, after a three day examination of the lake, Greenan was positive the experiment had failed. No doubt about it, the migrants from the East had perished. Several times each day, when wind and light were right, he had examined all likely lurking places for the bass, but he had failed to see any. There seemed ample proof that the annihilation had been com- plete. From long experience in the ways of fish, the veteran warden was positive that the coarse fish and the few huge cannibal char had defeated the attempt to establish a colony of the Eastern fighters. As he paddled toward the stretch of gravel bottom near a flat ledge of rock, Greenan heard a wallowing splash, and saw circles spread where the big fish had broken water. That, he knew, was the huge char which for several years at this season, he had discovered lying in wait near the rock to gorge on smaller fish. More than any other enemy, more even than the strangeness of surroundings and of forage, this great fish of prey must have been to blame for the defeat of the colony of bass. And because it was crafty and well fed, it had balked all his attempts to capture it. The warden let his slim canoe drift over the patch of gravel near the rock. Shifting his position on the thwart and shading the surface with his old felt hat, he watched the bottom. Un- expectedly he saw below him a circular patch of cleaned pebbles. A faint whirl of disturbed silt showed him where some fish had sprung to action as the shadow of the canoe floated over it. Then while he watched, a lone bass appeared, darted across the cleaned place and cruised truculently about, teady to defend the place against even so gigantic an invader. “A bass nest!” he exclaimed. ‘One of ’em still living— but the only one, I guess. They never had a chance.” But Jim Greenan, wise in the ways of all fish in his native province, had yet to learn of the plucky spirit of those strangers from far, Eastern rivers. He paddled around the lake, crossed it and came down the shallows of its other s'de. Often he paused to search the bottom, hoping that he might discover another nest or perhaps 1929 Sturdy-fins seized the frayed fin of his enemy By Hubert Evans Illustrated by Enos B. Comstock a pair of bass, but though he surprised many a phlegmatic sucker and coarse ungainly squawfish, he saw no sign of the imported thoroughbreds. ‘*Reckon the one I saw was the last. He can’t hold on much longer. I'll stay a couple a’ days more—then I'll head out and tell the Chief that the experiment has failed.” [" WAS on a stretch of gravel bot- tom where an Eastern river curved indolently through lush meadow lands, that Sturdy-fins, the future warrior of Goat Lake, was born. For cloudless weeks the strengthen- ing sun has been tempering the water, and in the mellow light coming, in wavering bars, down through the dimpling surface the under-water vegetation had grown quickly until by June, the scars of freshet time were overgrown and in the warm shallows Sturdy-fins and the others of his brood could feed abundantly. This was the nursery to which their male parent had convoyed them. For a week he had watched over them con- stantly, poising close by when they rose from the nest in daytime, herd- ing them down at evening to seek the shelter of the stones, until, his close vigil ended, he had left them in the shallows and gone to mid-river to break his lengthy fast. Had he come upon any of his offspring after he began to feed he would not have hesitated to devour them. But among the trails and clearings between the islands of water plants they were safe, except for the flash- ing swoop of the kingfisher which many times each day swept overhead with staccato bursts of angry sound, and for the few cunning larger fish that ranged the shallows under cover of the dark. Of the brood only a few weaklings were to be devoured there. One forenoon while Sturdy-fins and the others ate ravenously, where a wisp of current brought food to them down a channel between the matted watercress, a crouching figure came stealthily along the bank. It paused, stooped lower, crept upon them and a fine dip-net descended to whisk them through the air and into a waiting bucket. In the small hatchery nearby they were reared until they were two inches long, and then the order came that the experimental shipment for the mountain As he paddld, hr Greenan heard Ci a wallowing ta splash \ "WY Wp, YP ai cag nse f taal} ) \ lake three thousand miles away was to go forward. Sturdy-fins and many of his brood were loaded into tanks and placed upon a train. Day and night skilled atten- dants watched them, until at last they were taken from the express car, placed in smaller cans and borne by packhorses up the winding pony trail from the settlement to where Goat Lake dreamed between its mountains. Two hours later they were free. In eager twos and threes the hardier ones left the huddled school beside the mouths of the submerged cans and ad- vanced into the unknown, skirmishing out across the shallows in a fan-shaped line. As the rim of shadow from the westward mountains crept up the eastern side-hills, the school at the releasing place dwindled and disappeared, while the young adventurers scouted farther into these strange feeding grounds. Prompted by some restless instinct a few ranged northward avoiding the deep water, pushing valiantly on toward the shoals at the head of the lake a mile away. But Sturdy-fins and the rest were content to explore the shallows at the lower end. Here was water different from that in their birth-place near Lake Erie; there the river brought the strong tang of limestone from its scourged upper reaches, and here the wastage from the summer snows which fed the lake was flat and tasteless; the water plants, all things they fed upon, were unlike those on that distant river not one of them should ever swim again. But because they came of a hardy breed, they were not daunted by the strangeness of it all. Stout of heart and quick of body they went forward into waters no black bass had ever seen before. HOUGH Sturdy-fins, the strongest swimmer of them all, held a place in the vanguard of exploration, he did not push ahead with the rashness which brought disaster to many of his comrades. He possessed an instinctive wariness which served him well during those first encounters with a host of cunning foes. Unhampered by the schooling instinct, he did not seek to join the groups of other bass, but swam forward alone, keeping well up from the broken driftwood littering the bottom, avoiding the forests of water parsnip and tule jungles, rounding each turn poised for flight or for pursuit of quarry. The sun had left the water and freed it of the swaying, disconcerting shadows. The surface was placid, unsmirched by even the gentlest breath of air, when passing above the grotesque tentacles of an upturned alder stump, he saw a school of new-hatched squawfish straight ahead. Sinuous, flabby things they were, and as their dark, large- headed bodies moved in a sluggish cloud, he charged, confident (Continued on page 53)

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BOYS’ LIFE e Pilot of the Cloud Patrol PART V ON’S next conscious: realization was that he was counting the flowers in the paper that covered the walls of the room in which he was lying. It was a strange room. He had never been in it before. But it wasn’t a hospital. Raising his head he looked about curiously. There was another bed in the room, a twin to the one he was lying on. and in it, his eyes closed, lay Paul Maul. At the foot of the second bed stood little Tinker Muir, grinning at him and holding his fingers to his lips for silence. ‘“‘Shus-s-s. Don’t wake Maul. The doctor says you should both sleep as long as you can, and that you’ll be all right when you wake up. How do you feel?” whispered Tinker, coming to Don’s bedside. “Fine. But how did I get here? What happened, and—oh, yes, Iremember. The fire. I tried to get Maul out, and 7 “Yes. And you went under doing it. Monoxide gas got both of you. We fellows came in and yanked you out just in time. You were still trying to save Maul when we reached you, and you were talking like an idiot. But we——” “Huh, who was trying to save me?” queried a husky voice from the other bed. Don and Tinker turned to see Maul, awake, getting up on his elbow. “Why, Don was. We found him trying to drag you out. But he didn’t have strength enough left to crawl himself. You should be grateful, Paul.” ‘Grateful? Iam. I don’t remember much. I was trying to shove the Eagle out when, bingo, something knocked me for a loop.” “Tt was monoxide gas. It got me, too,’’said Don. Then he queried of Tinker, ‘Did you fellows save the Hobson?” “Yep, we got it out. The Bristol was the only plane lost in the fire.” “Good work. Guess I’d better be turning out. What time is it, Tinker, and is this to-day or to-morrow? How long have I been here, and where am I anyhow?” asked Don, his old spirit coming back to him fast. Tinker grinned. ‘This is to-morrow afternoon,” he said. “The fire was last night, and you are in my house; my room, in fact. We brought you up here after the fire. And you don’t need to be in a hurry to turn out because, like the man in jail, you ain’t goin’ nowhere in particular.” “Huh? Who says so? I’m supposed to be over at Hewlett’s farm helping Mr. Harmon get a new landing gear under the Black Hawk,” said Don. A strange expression passed over Tinker’s face as Don said this, which the leader of the Cloud Patrol could not help noticing. “Sa-a-ay, Tinker, why do you look that way? You know something. What is it? Give me the bad news,” he demanded. “Tt’s just that you don’t need to worry about the Black Hawk or anything else down at the field. You are fired from the Fullerton factory, Don, so is Dan and Babe. And I got the G. O. B. from the flying school. Orders have been issued that no more boys are allowed on the field hereafter.” ‘“Wha-a-at! How come!” demanded Don, sitting up in bed suddenly. “Tt’s Conlon. He’s re- sponsible,”’ said Tinker. “Conlon? What do you mean?” “Why, they had him on the carpet at the Fullerton factory this morning, early, after the firemen put out the blaze. Mr. Fullerton and Mr. Shelton were there. They wanted to know how a fire like that could start while he was on the job. And Conlon blamed it all on us boys. He said he caught you and Dan and Babe trving to break into By Irving Crump Illustrated by William Heaslip that hangar last night, and that he chased you. He intimated that the hangar caught fire from some of the matches you used while you were trying to pick the lock of the back door. He said there were too many kids hanging around the field night and day anyway, and that we were all stealing gas and oil and tools and selling them, so Mr. Fullerton and Mr. Shel- ton issued orders that there were to be no more boys allowed on the field,’ concluded Tinker hopelessly. OR a moment Don stared at Tinker scarcely able to credit his senses. Fired! All of them! Then that meant he couldn’t fly with Mr. Harmon in the Reliability Race on Saturday! When the full significance of the boy’s statement dawned on him, and he realized the injustice of Conlon’s accusation, his eyes flashed with righteous anger. “Why, the dirty hound!” he exclaimed. ‘Of all the low- down things to accuse a fellow of, and——” “‘Sa-a-ay,” exploded Maul, sitting up in his bed, “that dirty crook is blaming us fellows to cover up his own crooked- ness. He knows more about the stealing that has been going on at the field than any one else. He—he—why, Don, didn’t we find his coat and night stick in the hangar? Remember?” ‘‘Right. They were just where some one had been tamper- “You ain’t gonna get out of here, kid,” replied Conlon ing with the Hobson. He left them there I’ll bet a doughnut. And I thought maybe he had been caught in the building—| wanted to try to find him—rescue him, the dirty pup. If any one should be fired, he’s the baby.” : “Don’t worry. He has been. They tied a can to him and his whole police force. Mr. Fullerton said he didn’t want watchmen around the plant who couldn’t keep kids from stealing stuff right under their noses, so he discharged him. They have a half-dozen retired policemen from New York on the job, this morning. They are all over the place, and they won’t let a boy anywhere near the field,” said Tinker. : “The dickens. You mean Conlon’s gone? He’s probably skipped out of town then. I wanted a chance to face him and tell him a few things—make him take back some of his lies. Where does he live?. Do you fellows know?” “‘J—well, I don’t know where he lives exactly, but I saw him once down in the Red Hook Alley district. Why?” de- manded Maul looking across at Don curiously. “Why? Well, I’m going to find him, that’s why,” said Don abruptly as he swung up onto the edge of the bed and reached for his clothes. “You mean you are going down to Red Hook Alley? That’s a tough place. You’re liable to get into trouble,” ex- claimed Tinker. “Well, if you go, I’m going with you,” said Maul also swing- ing out of bed. Don stopped dressing and turned to Maul. “Come along, old man. I'll be glad to have you. You know this town much better than I do, and four fists will be able to do much more than two in a pinch. We'll do a little detective work and find that fellow, and if we can’t prove he’s a crook and responsible for the thieving he’s blamed on us fellows, at least we can get the satisfaction of giving him the beating he deserves.” “You’re crazy, both of you,” exclaimed Tinker. ‘Any fellow who thinks he can pick a fight with some one living in Red Hook Alley and get away without a busted head is just plum loony. Why don’t you wait until Babe and Dan get through packing up your camp outfit and come up here to the house. We could get a bunch of other fellows together by that time and go down there in a gang. At that, we would all probably get beaten up, but we’d stand some chance of a few of us coming out alive.” “Nothing doing. Maul and I will do this job together. If we don’t show up by nine o’clock to-night then you and Dan and Babe can get a couple of cops and come down there to look for us,” said Don, pulling on his trousers. “Yes. That’s all right to say. But Red Hook Alley section is a tough place, and a big place too. How will we know where to look for you?” “T’ll leave a trail if we go into any buildings. Let Dan and Babe bring Lindy. He'll find us all right.” “All right. Go toit. But I think you are both coo- coo. Neither one of you are in any fit condition to go after a man like Conlon, after what you went through last night. You had better wait long enough to let Mother get you some supper before you start.” , OTH Don and Paul Maul realized that there was more to what Tinker had said than they were willing to admit. They both felt a trifle weak and uncertain on their feet when they finished dressing. But they were both hungry, which was a good sign, and they did not turn down Tinker’s invitation to have some supper, especially when it was heartily sec- onded by Tinker’s mother. They were feeling a lot more fit when they leit Mrs. Muir’s dining-room, 2 little after six o’clock, and started toward Ovington. Dan and Babe, with Lindy on a leash arrived just April Sa ae ae ee bee oe dee tee oe

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ut. —] and ant om ‘im. ork hey bly him his him de- Jon hed ley? ing- You 1 be ittle he’s ) us the Any g in just get the that 1 all few . if Dan e to tion here e 20 Let ndy. But coo- you n to ilon, went You ugh ome og Paul that what they imit. weak feet sing. gry, and lown have ially sec- ther. 1 lot left m, a , and gton. indy just pril FOR ALL BOYS before they left, and when they heard what Don and Maul planned to do they were all for going along, but Don per- suaded them to remain behind and wait to see how their mission turned out. “Tf we can get any direct evidence on Conlon we'll call a policeman and have him arrested—that is, if we find him,” said Don. Then he added, “I honestly believe he has been behind a lot of the trouble down at the field. I think he’s been using his watchman’s job as a blind behind which to do a lot of thieving, and if that’s true it ought not to be very hard to prove it.” HE more Don thought of this as he and Maul swung along the street toward the business dis- trict of Ovington, the more convinced he became that Conlon knew more about the stealing that was being done at the flying-field than any one suspected. He re- called how anxious the night watchman always was to get him and his companions out of the fac- tory as early as possible each evening. He remem- bered Conlon’s constant references to the thieving that was being done, and his intimation that they might get blamed for the trouble if they were not careful. He remembered, too, the night Lindy had chased the thieves away from the rear of hangar No. 2, and they had found him with Conlon cornered in the doorway of the fac- tory. Conlon could just as well have been one of the three men Lindy chased that night. There was something behind the police dog’s hatred for the night watchman after all, Don felt certain. These and many other unpleasant thoughts about the night watchman filled Don’s mind and kept him silent as he and Maul crossed the well-lighted square in the heart of Ovington and headed toward the east end of town where the Red Hook Alley dis- trict was located. Tinker’s assurance that it was a tough place was confirmed by Don’s first glance at ‘“‘The Alley” which was the main thoroughfare of the section. It was a narrow, crooked street that crawled its worm-like way down toward the railroad freight yards. It was poorly lighted, and dirty, and lined with very unprepossessing shops and stores, some of which had the thinly disguised appearance of the old saloons. It was the slum district of Ovington, and Don was surprised to know that the town contained such a quarter. “It was down toward the railroad yards that I saw Conlon one day last spring,” said Maul. Then he added, “Of course, he might not live down here at all. But there are so many hangouts in this section where a man of his type might be, that we may stumble onto him.” ‘Well, we’ll fine-comb the district for him, anyhow,” said Don watching keenly every one he saw as they started down the street. It was after eight o’clock when they entered the alley, but the thin, wan rays of lamp-light reflecting through the dirt-smudged store windows and splashing the cluttered side- walks with patches of dull illumination, combined with the glow of the occasional street lamp, afforded sufficient light for the two boys to scrutinize the faces of the many loungers in the various doorways. There was a big foreign population in the district, and every step and doorway contained a group of men or boys in their shirt sleeves, smoking and talking or laughing boisterously. But among them all Don did not glimpse the unpleasant countenance of Conlon. “T don’t honestly think we have a chance of. finding him. He’s probably in one of those joints that look like saloons,”’ said Maul disdppointedly, as they neared the darker end of the narrow street toward the railroad. “T don’t know how we can look those places over. We probably couldn’t get in if we wanted to. I’m——” Don stopped talking suddenly and clutching Maul’s arm pointed across the street. Cautiously “Look. Read that sign over there. Just under, the yellow - : light. See. It points into that alleyway between the buildings. What does it say?” “Cut-rate Gas and Oil,’”’ read Maul aloud. “Does that mean anything to you?” queried Don in a half- whisper. 1929 ““Why—er—sa-a-ay, yes—it does. That may be where—”’ ‘“‘_the gas and oil that has been stolen from the flying-field is being disposed of,” cut in Don. “That shop is sort of a half- way supply station. Let’s go down to the end of the street and cross over so we can come up past there and have a good look at the place. I’d like to see what’s at the end of that dark alley.” “Right. So would I,” whispered Maul. The two boys walked on down to the end of the street, they laid their ears to the crack between the casement and window-pane crossed over and sauntered up on the other side. The dingy store in question proved to be an establishment that dealt in second-hand tires and automobile parts. The interior re- sembled a junk-heap with used spark-plugs cluttering the counter, used tires stacked in the corner, and tools and a heterogeneous collection of other accessories littering the shelves. It was presided over by a very surly-looking in- dividual with a bullet-shaped head, a thick neck, and a coarse face, the most conspicuous parts of which were thick, pendu- lous lips and small piggish eyes. “Gosh. Look him over. If he isn’t a thug, then I am,” said Maul. Then he added; ‘‘The place looks like a-a-a one of those places where thieves dispose of stolen stuff.” “A fence. Exactly. Look, there’s a Shotwell carbureter in there—just the kind that was stolen from the Faricher. ‘The rest of the stuff is all from automobiles. It wouldn’t surprise me abit to find out we’ve stumbled onto a place where a gang of auto thieves turn their stolen stuff into cash. I sure would like to go down that alley and see what’s behind this outfit.” “So would I. Let’s dodge in,”. whispered Maul. “Tt’s dark down there, and we don’t know what we are blundering into,” warned Don. “Let’s take a chance,” said Maul. MA slipped into the alley. Don hesitated a moment in the shadow of the building and glanced up and down the street. Then, from the inside of his coat, he tore a strip of black cloth lining. This he tied to a stick of wood which he laid at the corner of the alley pointing in. “Just in case we get into trouble in“ there, and Dan and Babe come looking for us. Lindy will scent that piece of cloth, and Dan or Babe will know we’vé gone up the alley,” he muttered as-he hurried swiftly through the blackness of the driveway between the buildings’and caught up to Maul. The alley was long and dark and came out into.an unlighted yard that was fringed with open sheds. At the far end was a tumble-down old house, with shutters sagging. It had evi- dently been a respéttable dwelling once ‘until the slums of the town had grown up around it and walled it in. Maul pointed to’ the house and whispered. “Down there. It looks like a fine place for a nest of thieves to hive up in.” Don-nodded. “Right. We’ll have a look at it. But first let’s see what we can find in these sheds.” Don slipped into the nearest one. Maul followed. 23 Like the shop in front it was cluttered with used tires, There were three automobiles in there, one surprisingly big and new, and looking strangely out of place with its bright nickel work. In one end of the shed, by the wan light that filtered through a dirty window Don discovered a new airplane propeller such as was used on a Fullerton. And under a tarp, a few moments later he found a collection of ‘seven airplane carbureters, two of which he recognized as belonging to a Rolls-Royce engine. They had unquestionably been stolen from the V. D. plane, the English machine that had been vandalized. “By jove, this is the place we’ve been looking for. We’ve stumbled onto some- thing, Maul. There’s enough evidence in here to send Con- lon and a half-dozen men to jail. If we could only find him and his thieving companions.” “‘Let’s sneak down to that house and see if he’s in there,”’ suggested Maul moving to- ward the front of the shed. Don followed him out. Then gliding along like pan- thers, and keeping to the shadows as much as possible, stealthily they slipped the length of the yard until they were crouching in the shadow of the dilapidated old house in question. It was a spooky old structure with shutters hanging, and windows out on the second floor. Only from two side windows in the rear of the first floor did a dull light glow, and this was made more wan by the fact that it was masked by dirty shades. *T“OGETHER the two boys slipped along the side of the building, avoiding a clutter of rubbish piled against it, until they reached the first of these two windows. The sills were about head high and while they could not look into the room because of the drawn shades, the mumble of voices that came to them told them plainly that the room was occupied. Cautiously they laid their ears to the crack between the casement and the window frame. They could hear the conversation very distinctly. “Tt’s Conlon, and some others. Listen. He’s talking,” whispered Don, for he had little difficulty in recognizing the coarse, rasping voice of the speaker as that of the erstwhile night watchman. “‘—an’ it was a cinch while it lasted; a neat graft I call it. An’ if Lefty hadn’t of throwed his cigaret butt into that puddle of gas an’ set th’ dump on fire we could of cleaned up a big haul, even if ol’ Fullerton was gittin’ kinda snoopy. Purty soft with me night-watchin’ an’ youse guys doin’ th’ pickin’. Guess we gotta go back to th’ buzz wagon graft again now. There’s some fancy noo cars on th’ market us fellers might do pretty good business with. Th’ cops has kinda quieted down, ain’t they?” “Yeah. In th’ auto graft dey have,” replied some one, “but what about dis flyin’-field stuff? Ain’t dey gonna be stirred up on dat? Maybe some of us better mooch out to de mountains for our healt.” “Nawthin’ to it. Nawthin’ to it. I blamed it all on them boy scoots an’ kids that’s been hangin’ ’round down there. I give ol’ Fullerton a ear-full an’ he believed it. He fired all th’ kids, an’ took on some ol’ flatfoots from N’Yawk to do th’ p'lecin. They’re a bunch o’ ol’ coots what ain’t got no ambish to hunt trouble. We’re safe enough right here. I ain’t scairt o’ nuthin’. We’ll just git busy on th’ buzz wagon agin an’——” Conlon’s conversation was cut off abruptly as far as Don and Maul were concerned. Both were so intent upon hearing what was being said in the room, and their ears were glued so close to the window ledge that they were oblivious to everything else. Neither of them heard stealthy footsteps behind them, nor were they aware of dark shadows hovering over them until suddenly strong arms closed about them both, while knotted hands with kinked fingers sought their throats. Muttered exclamations came from the darkness, and the sound of struggling as Don and Maul tried to grapple with their assailants. But Don never even caught a glimpse of the man or men who held him prisoner before he felt a dull pain in the back of his head and was aware of a myriad of colored lights that danced across his benumbed brain an instant before all light faded from his vision and left him in dark oblivion. (Continued on page 43)

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Boys$LIFE For All Boys—Published by the Boy Scouts of America 2 Park Ave. APRIL, 1929 New York, N. Y. Editor James E. West Associate Editors Dan Beard F. K. Mathiews Assistant Editors E. O’Connor N. T. Mathiews P. O. Lamb Art Editor Francis J. Rigney Honorary Scouts and Occasional Contributors Roy Coapeuen Andrews, oun Grinnell, Capt. Bob Bartlett, Cc A. Lindbergh, Mgj. Frederick R. Burnham, Donald MacMillan, Com. Richard E. Byrd, Clifford H. Pope, George K. Cherry, George Palmer Putnam, ames L. Clark, Kermit Roosevelt, erion Cooper, Karl Rungius, Lincoin Ellsworth, Stewart Edward White, Orville Wright. Honorary President Calvin Coolidge Honorary Vice-Presidents William H. Taft Colin H. Livingstone Daniel Carter Beard William G. McAdoo Chairman BOYS’ LIFE Committee Frank brey Adiversinind. Manager P. W. Willson, 2 Park Ave., New York, N. Y. Ass’t Advertising Manager V. E. Carroll, Jr. Western Advertising Manager John D. Emrich, 37 So. Wabash Ave., Chicago, Ill. New England Dorr and rbett Old South Bidg., Boston, Mass. Pacific Coast President Walter W. Head National Scout Commissioner Daniel Carter Beard International Scout Commissioner a soe inte ; ; anc , Nichols man, Mortimer L. Schiff Lincoln Blidg., Los Angeles Treasurer 111 Sutter St., San Francisco— Henry Bidg., Seattle Circulation Department H. O’Hanlon George D. Pratt Chief Scout Executive James E. West Earning UR old friend Pee Wee Harris, whose es- capades have delighted many thousands through the pages of Boys’ Lire, was never tired of pointing out to all and sundry that “a Scout is full of resources.” Indeed, what would Percy Fitzhugh’s hero be without his blundering resourcefulness! And yet, Pee Wee certainly had the right idea. Sir Robert Baden-Powell, when asked, in reference to the Scout Motto, “ ‘Be Prepared’ for what?” answered prompt- ly “for any old thing.” Men equal to any situation! It is only ex- perience as boys that can hope to make re- sourceful men. One of the experiences that the Scout Movement requires of every member that wishes to advance in rank is that he should earn a small sum of money and that he should save it. The Tender- foot advancing to Second Class rank needs only to earn and save a dollar, but it has helped many a boy to learn what it means to pit himself against all comers; to gain some appreciation of the value of money; to practice that discipline and frugality we call thrift; and, finally, to learn through actual experience how a dollar saved can be made to go out into the world, and come back ever so often with a small increase in its value. Andrew Carnegie practically built his great fortune on following that last idea, and following it with a singleness of purpose. In this day such an experience in resource- fulness and thrift, as is required of a Scout, is a practical necessity for any one who wishes to meet successfully the demands of modern life. Study the lives of the men at the head of great organizations in this country, and you can scarcely find a man who did not as a boy have the experience of earn- ing and saving that the Scout Movement to-day asks of its members. —And Spending THRIFT is the middle ground between the spendthrift and the miser. The one spends extravagantly, the other hoards extravagantly. Thrift is not merely saving intelligently, it is spending with intelligence and foresight. If anything the latter calls for greater judgment, for finer discernment, for more careful thought. One could pile dollar on dollar, and send it out to work for him until in the course of years he will find, as Andrew Carnegie did, that his savings were earning as much as he did each month, and, ultimately many times the amount he could save through his personal service. Money spent is gone. But while it seemingly has vanished into thin air, it might prove a far better investment than money saved. Money spent on education, for instance, might mean a larger return even in terms of money. Money spent on what Bismarck called the “impondera- bles” might bring a return to you in developing your mental and spiritual stature, which no amount of money saved could buy. Each of us has to learn his own lesson, to fit saving and spending to our own capacity if we wish to make money that comes to us mean the most. Carnegie would never have been Car- negie without that capacity to save, or Edison the wonderful man he is without his willingness to pour every cent he had into his experiments. The stature of a man in the end is not measured by his dollars, for men like Steinmetz the great scientist, who left only a pittance at his death, stir our hero-worship, and prove as great an in- centive to worth-while living as any who follow the more conventional rules. Earning, saving and spending are, in the end, an individual problem, but we can only apply it intelligently in manhood, as we learn our capacity and their value as boys. Which Success Would You Choose? E READ recently three news items concern- ing fortunes left by prominent men who had died. Two of them were displayed with prominent headlines, the third had a scant notice. The first referred to a fortune of one BOYS’ LIFE hundred and seventy million dollars, the result of the careful investment of a large inheritance. The second was in regard to one of the country’s great fortunes, estimated at three hundred mil- lion dollars, which had been built up in the course of a single lifetime through foresight and great enterprise in the developing resources of the country. The third fortune was one of only ten thousand dollars, representing the savings of a man who had lived fifty years and whose days had been divided between study and research that had benefited millions. The “fortune” he left con- sisted of a small bungalow, a cheap car, and a few thousand dollars in a bank account. Yet Dr. Hideyo Noguchi, the member of the Rock- efeller Institute for Medical Research, who gave his life in the fight against yellow fever, and eft so little in worldly goods, moves us to envy where the great fortunes leave us cold. The contri- butions he made to medical research, his devotion to a scientific ideal, his detachment from worldly ambitions, his contributions to the alleviation of human suffering, and finally his martyrdom, somehow mark the nobility of man and the height to which he can rise. How We Learn ONE of the most terrible tragedies of recent years was the accident to the submarine S4 when its entire crew perished. The whole country waited breathlessly hour by hour as the Navy raced against time to raise her. Every life within the boat was lost, but the necessity of developing means whereby submarine crews in a similar predicament might escape so touched our conscience that research was immediately begun to provide them. S4 became a laboratory, and in recent tests new devices were tried out which permitted the two men to leave the sunken submarine from about the same depth and come up safely to the surface. It was a wise man who said that we learn from our failures. Henry Ford’s Creed AN INTERVIEWER writing on Henry Ford quotes the automobile manufacturer as say- ing: “Breaking down sectionalism—that’s the chief purpose of the automobile. It is an educational invention.” The Scoutmaster Unselfish and. untiring, Of himself he gives, And reckons not The labor and the toil. With leadership of heart And counsel wise he molds The plastic clay of youth To make a man. And with the magic touch Of service true he weaves The golden cloth of manhood In the loom of youth. W. A. Hardenbergh = ee To drive home the point, Ford told a story: “Once three men on a building plot were asked what they were doing. “**T am getting $2 a day,’ answered the first. “*T am laying brick,’ explained the second. “*T am -building a church,’ exulted the third. “So,” Ford concluded, “It’s the point of view that is so important.” wat a m TT Ce OUT LCCC CCL Eo Outstanding Eagles T IS not without significance that the Boy * Scouts of America is able to name each year fifty-two Eagle Scouts with such strik- ing records as those to whom the Harmon Foundation scholarships are awarded. These boys are chosen from the hundreds recom- mended by Local Councils on the basis of conspicuous and unselfish service of some constructive nature, denoting character, perseverance or self-sacrifice. Their records are a study in boy achievement of the great- est significance, and we extend our most hearty congratulations to all concerned. April @o _2 2 eee se ele CU lee ae J Exe, of t] with dist woul of ay Seale 192

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30V ach rik- non ese >m- : of yme ter, yrds eat- 10st pril FOR ALL BOYS The Scout World By James E. West Nineteenth Birthday Celebrations S WE go.to press, Scout Week, in celebration of the Nineteenth Anniversary of the Boy Scout Movement in Amer- ica, has just come to a close. From coast to coast, from Canada to the Gulf, Councils and Troops are sending word of the most striking birthday celebrations in the history of the Movement. Merit Badge - Exposi- tions, Scout Circuses, Merit Badge Pow-Wows, Troop Banquets, Camp Fire and Rededication ceremonies, Patriotic pil- grimages, Community Good Turns—a combina- tion of them in some com- munities—have proved of great public interest and help to show the commu- nity the things Scouts do. This year again several of the larger Councils H. Finley, Editor of the New York Times and a member of the National Executive Board, who read a message from Com- mander Byrd and Paul Siple, and Mr. James E. West, Chief Scout Exec- utive; the rededication to the Scout Oath and Law led by Eagle Scout Arthur West, and the bugle calls “Sundown” and “Re- treat” by Scout Alfred Menzer. Our readers will be particularly interested in the following extract from Dr. Finley’s speech, not merely for the touch of the romantic it brought to the occasion, but be- cause it contains a special message from two famous Scouts: “One of your number, Paul Siple, is down with Commander Byrd in Lit- tle America on the conti- nent of Antarctica. It oc- curred to me last night that you would like to Scout Morris Nall of Tyler, Texas, presenting a Boy Scout Statuette to President L. W. Baldwin of the M. P. Railroad in appreciation of his interest in the boys along the M. P. Lines carried out a mobilization of all Troops in the New York City’s great birthday cake, with boys representing eleven Scout opening celebrations for Scout Week. The splen- did example Scouts have shown of their “Be Prepared’”’-ness when disasters overtook their communities, so notably demonstrated in the Mississippi Valley, Florida, New England, Santa Barbara, St. Louis and other places, have led Councils to set up mobilization plans and to make a test of them in their own communities. Akron, Ohio, Council sent out such a test call and in eight minutes Troops had begun to assemble; more than a thousand Scouts reported “all ready” inside of an hour. Brooklyn (N. Y.) Council, one of the two largest Councils in the country, also opened its celebrations of Scout Week with a mobilization call sent out by its President, Judge James C.'Cropsey. Twelve thousand Scouts re- sponded at the assembling place. These Scouts immediately undertook a community Good Turn, distributing literature in aid of an anti-diphtheria campaign, and wound up their celebrations of Anniversary Week with a two-day Merit Badge Exposition and Scout Circus. The former con- sisted of over fifty booths, with a Journalism and Printing Booth issuing a special newspaper each day. Over three hundred different Troops took part in this exposition and circus. Dr. George J. Fisher, Deputy Chief Scout Executive, who was visiting in the West and ‘Northwest during Anniversary Week, was able personally to take part in many of the Local Council celebrations. He was greatly impressed With the manner in which the mobilization idea was carried out in both city and rural areas. One large Council, mobilized by districts, in a few minutes, gave a demonstration of what they would do if a major disaster overtook the city; the Scouts of another Council found in answering the mobilization call sealed orders which required their reporting to various city 1929 i Eagle Scout William Barrie of Omaha, Nebr., who represented Scouting at the Head dinner Nations on it = have the latest word from him. So I sent this radio mes- sage to Commander Byrd: “‘Byrd WFBT Am making address by radio Boy Scout Anni- versary Week, to-morrow, Friday night, may I say word to 800,000 Scouts for you and Paul Siple. FINLEY.’ “And this morning the following answer came in the twen- tieth of a second over the 12,000 miles of sea and land, out of the wilderness of ice and snow through the equator’s heat to the winter’s cold of New York from Commander Byrd and the one Boy Scout of Antarctica—a real Lone Scout: “Finley, Times, N. Y. You certainly can say a word for me and Siple. You are familiar with my attitude toward the Scouts. I con- sider it a great movement for the best kind of progress. } Paul Siple is living up to the high standards and I am proud of him. He sends his Greetings. Kindest regards. BYRD.’ “He also gave me permission, in part of the message I did not read, to say anything further for him that I wished. It would be, I think, the words of your 8 et Faget ages Nien OOPS: vine CLAY CLUB NEW YOR LETOTES. LE germs The Sculpture Merit Badge Booth at Brooklyn, N. Y., anniversary week celebrations officials; and Area Council, mobilizing its Scouts in their own districts, had a regular plan of march, which enabled them to join other Scouts on their way until they reported en masse at the chief mobilization center. In every way the Nineteenth Anniversary Celebrations will be remembered as the most striking in the history of the Boy Scout Movement. The National Broadcast A PARTICULARLY umpressive feature of the Anniversary Week celebrations was the radio program broadcast over the blue network of the National Broadcasting Company on February 8. The program consisted of addresses by Dr. John own motto ‘Be Prepared,’ for that was the motto of his expedition. He did not want to find himself in an emergency which would require another expedition to be sent for his relief, he himself went prepared. I wish you many happy re- turns of this happy birthday of the Boy Scouts of America. May every turn earth makes around the sun See Good Turns by increasing millions done.” Mr. Hoover Becomes a Tenderfoot HE Associated Press sent the fol- lowing dispatch to its member newspapers from Miami Beach, Florida, on February 9: “President-elect Hoover to-day was made a Tenderfoot Boy Scout. “The ceremonies took place on the grounds in front of the executive offices on Belle Isle. With representatives of forty- six Troops of Boy and Girl Scouts lined up, the President-elect and Mrs. Hoover moved across the grounds to greet Charles A. Miller, president of the Dade County Council of Boy Scouts, and other members of the Council. “John C. Horsk of Miami, Scout Executive, then saluted and told the President-elect that he wanted him to become a Tenderfoot Scout in view of the fact that as President he would be Honorary President of the organization. “Charles A. Miller, Jr., a wee bit of a lad, stepped forward gravely, saluted, and in business-like manner pinned a gold tenderfoot emblem to the lapel of Mr. Hoover’s coat. The (Concluded on page 68)

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BOYS’ LIFE The Harmon Scholarship Awards Erling Runquist, Nick V. Mardovin, Troop 29 John M. Coleman, Troop 8 William H. Wardell, Jr.,Troop Donald F. Marshall, Troop 12 Evan R. Collins, Troop 4 Virginia, Minn. Gary Ind. Hollywood, Calif. 500, Brooklyn, N.Y. Portland, Me. Newton Center, Mass. ACH year the Boy Scouts of America, in co- operation with the Harmon Foundation, award fifty-two scholarships to outstanding Scouts—four from each Region and four un- attached. The award is made only to Eagle Scouts who have displayed “‘conspicuous and unselfish service of some constructive nature”’ and entitles the holder to a badge, a scholarship fund of one hundred dollars, and makes him eligible'‘automati- cally to borrow from the Harmon Foundation Student Loan Fund. The winners of the award for 1929 in Regions 1, 2,5, 7,10 and 12 are shown here. The photographs of the Scouts from the other regions who received this award were published in BOYS’ LIFE for March. Carl E. Roberts, Troop 7 Baton Rouge, La. a “a Russell A. Turner, Troop 2 Carl Medlock, Troop 1 Sumner D. Davis, Troop 12 Eugene Thornhill, Troop 6 Clinton A. Denison, Troop 5 Stratford, Conn. Hot Springs, Ark. Birmingham, Ala. Ogdensburg, N. Y. Minneapolis, Minn. io as ie oe 44), ws William Kober, Troop 11 Charles E. Kuykendall, Troop 1 Raymond Lester ‘Huie, Troop 9 Carl Wilsey, Troop 6 W li. M. Bod Tr OD. Little Rock, Ark. S. Pasadena, Calif. “San Francisco, Calif. Ithaca, W. Y. . Enightsiown, I Ng . i Samuel R. Solomon, Troop 636 Frank L. Havey, Troop 4 _—_ Herbert E. Meinelt, Troop 2 Leonard A. Stone, Troo 201 Ralph T. Gemmel, T: ‘imire, Troop 101 New York, N.Y. Altleboro, Mass. Lawrence, Mass. San Pedro, Calif 3 . Duluth, M le? oO eee Poy -” April

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The aeronautic pie is made of a wooden or pasteboard hoop or with pasiry, bottom left open, but the his HERE is a natural meaning to colors. Back in the times told of in the sagas of the Norsemen, red and white had the same significance that they do now. When the son of Eric the Red’s Viking * Verses by the late Harry Beard April the Yellow M By Dan Beard Illustrated by the Author Crew hung out the white shields, the Skraelings* knew that that meant peace and came out to trade with them; but, when they hung out the red shields, the Skraelings knew that that meant fight and they came out and fought with them. To- day we use red for danger, red for anarchy, red for revolution, red for auction, always for something dcing. Red is the color of action, a disturbing color. Let any one of you who doubt that it isa disturbing color take a red cloth and wave it at a bull and I’ll bet that you will be disturbed. White is the color of purity, of peace, and is universally used as a flag of truce; while yellow is the color of laughter, of merriment and of jollity. By some odd mischance the Woman Suffagists adopted yellow as one of their colors; but they are ie no laughing maiter. Our medical fraternity also adopted iAPRIL FOOL | yellow as a sign of contagious diseases. Well, well, well! Sites aie Maybe it is because laughter is so contagious that they chose | that color; but whatever mistakes people have made, we make no mistake in painting April yellow. April is the month of contagious merriment and glee; April was the time chosen for | the Dance of the Jesters. Of course, the American Indians knew nothing about April Fool’s Day. Nevertheless, the first of April brings in the Goose Egg Moon of the Indians; but as far as we know, the Northern Indians never had a Feast of the Fools, such as was celebrated by the ancient Romans on the first of April.f From a reference to the old legends and customs away back in the time of the Roman Empire, it appears that the prevailing thing about the first of April then, as now, was mirth and laughter, It was on this day that that ancient vamp, Venus, washed her hair, while some men with horns on their heads and goats’ hind legs watched. ‘This very much embarrassed Venus; I think it would em- barrass me. She was used to being looked at, but somehow or other she did not like to have these goatmen watch her. Maybe the hair was not herown. Anyhow she should have had it bobbed. But the scouts do not select the first of April to dry their hair. We do, however, celebrate the first of April, for that is the time that the old earth has thrown aside her white winter parka and cast away her glittering ice jewels, and donned a gown of pale pink and green and a scout smile. Kings and emperors and powerful men of ancient times were wont to have fools ‘at court, to take their minds off the cares of state, and to make them forget about their mother-in-law whom they had beheaded the day before, or the last fellow they burned at the stake, and all that sort of thing. Most of you know all about these court “fools” or jesters; but the strange part about it all is that they were not fools at all; they * Natives, Indians. At the same time the Quiche Indians of Guatemala have 2 draee of ogee cal . meaning laughter-causing. e Spanish-speaki: Call it Baile del Gracejo, or the Dance of the Jest.

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onth were often the only wise men in the royal household. Ofcourse, they dressed in motley clothes like our own clowns; but the cap and bells that the fools wore is itself the insignia of wit. UST take a minute or two to run over the-names of the people who have made you laugh; Bill Nye, 'Artemus Ward, Mark Twain, Brick Pomeroy, Bret Harte, Will Rogers, and even Shakespeare himself. Are there any fools in that crowd? They make us laugh, but they also make us THINK! The late Richard Outcault with his Buster Brown and Yellow Kid made us laugh. I knew Dick Outcault, what he read and what he talked about. He did not read the comic papers, but he did read all the classic writings of the philosophers who wore the highest of high hats, like Ralph Waldo Emer- son, Descartes, Swedenborg, Henry George, Spinoza, Socrates, and all those fellows with big thinks in their thunkers. At least, these are the men he talked about on our walks. Yes, yellow is the color for laughter, and yellow was the color of the Yellow Kid. It is claimed that if you flood a room with yellow light, your poorest joke will be greeted with uproarious merriment; flood the same room with blue light and people will weep over your best joke. Flood the hall with a red light and everybody will be excited, ner- vous and keyed up to a high pitch, and any one can start a fight with the slightest provocation. Colors undoubtedly affect people. Black is the sign of ignorance and death. That’s the reason the pirates hoisted the black flag, the “Jolly Roger,” with its gruesome skull and crossbones. Yellow is also the color of gold, which has made more fools than all the April

G PIE days since the calen- TO dar was first invented. The barrel of Kidd’s treasure is a barrel filled with One boy writes in and gas balloons on top of which is a trick cake or pie wants to know where which, when lifted, frees the balloons (Concluded on page 42)

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28 What Code to Learn 1. Will a Crosley “ Pup” set receive code? 2. I live in East Long Branch, N. J. Where should I apply for an amateur license? 3. Which code should I use? 4. Can a UV-199 tube be used in a transmitting set?— Bernard Ring. 1. No; it is designed for broadcast reception between 200 and 550 meters. Code is sent on other wave bands, below 200 meters and above 550 meters. 2. Federal Radio Supervisor, Sub-treasury Building, Pine and Nassau Sts,, New York City. 3. International Morse, which is also known as the Con- tinental code. 4. Yes; but a more powerful tube will give better results. Some amateurs with a 199 tube in a short-wave transmitter have covered 1,000 miles. Using the Lodge Circuit I am planning to build the Sir Oliver Lodge circuit using a multi-valve and one power tube. This is for loudspeaker operation. Should I decrease the “B” battery voltage under go volts to use the head phones?— Bob Cundiff. No, it will not be necessary to use less than 90 volts. It would be a good plan to use a phone jack just ahead of the power tube so the head- phones could be plugged in at that point. Then 135 volts could be used to obtain greater efficiency from the power tube. Range of Two-Tube Set 1. Where can I get plans for a two-tube receiver? 2. What is the maximum range of such a set?— Victor Wagner, Jr. 1. Superintendent of Documents, Government Printing Office, Washington, D. C. Ask for the two-tube set designed by the Bureau of Standards. Send a money order for five cents. 2. Too many variable factors are involved to Radio Travels at High Speed ADIO waves ‘travel at the speed of sunlight, that is 186,000 miles in a second. At this rate a radio wave that carries sufficient power can travel around the world seven and one-half times in a second—in the twinkle of an eye! The trips around the globe, the circumference of which is 25,000 miles at the Equator, are practically instantaneous. Traveling at this speed it would take a radio message about eight minutes to reach the sun and about fifty years to reach the North Star. BOYS’ LIFE Edited by Orrin E. Dunlap, Jr. How to’ Ask Questions Every letter must carry the writer’s name and address. Only questions of general interest will be published. Always give the length of antenna and lead-in. Write briefly and leave a space between questions. Send your questions to the Listening Post, BOYS’ LIFE, 2 Park Avenue, New York. A Tapani Ps good atmospheric conditions during the winter it would prob- ably receive stations from 500 to 1,000 miles distant. A two-tube’ set requires headphones ,instead of a loudspeaker. Long Range Crystal ’ Please tell me where I can buy a 1,000 mile crystal set?— Andrew Wargs. A crystal set will not receive broadcasting stations 1,000 miles away. The average range of a crystal in broadcast reception is about 25 miles, however, under some conditions reports have been received that crystals covered as far as 200 miles. A crystal detector will receive spark signals for 1,000 miles and further. Range of a Crystal 1. I have a 100-foot aerial and a crystal detector. I cannot get broadcasting stations more than ten miles away although my set is supposed to be good for long dis- tance. Why is this? 2. I live three blocks from a radio station and when it broadcasts it drowns the other stations out. How can I tune my set sharper so I can hear far away stations?—W eikko Lindeman. 1. The average receiving range of a crystal de- tector is twenty-five miles as far as hearing broad- casting stations is concerned. 2. A wave trap and shorter antenna might help. It may be that the tuning coils contain too many turns of wire. Receiving Short-Waves I have a 2-tube set. Is there anything I can add to it to receive short-waves?—Henry Paulisen. No; for efficient reception of short-waves a special short-wave set should be used. Television Broadcasters What stations broadcast television?R—Earnest R. Madson. WGY at Schenectady, N. Y., and WRNY, at New York City. enable an accurate answer to this question. Under A Radio School for Boys PARKS CHARD has joined the Junior Radio Guild organized by a group of radio manufacturers to give boys a practical course in radio design and construc- tion. He passes the information on to other boys who will probably want to learn more about building radio sets. / “Briefly, the method of the course is to teach the boy, first, how to build a simple one tube receiver and then how to add, one by one, the various stages of amplification until a com- plete five tube set has been built,” said Sparks. ‘The Guild is not organized for profit. The lessons and an unlimited advisory service connected with them are furnished without charges of any kind. Nor is there any obligation to buy the necessary parts from the Guild. These may be bought locally if desired or from the Guild. “This junior organization is intended to appeal to all boys whether they are Boy Scouts or not. It is felt, however, that it will appeal to Boy Scouts particularly as a valuable preliminary course to their work in wireless telegraphy. At the end of the couise instruction is given on how to adapt their complete receiver for short-wave reception, which is the type of radio communication in which Scouts are particularly interested. And, if there is sufficient interest, additional lessons on the con- struction and operation of transmitters will be given.” The full series of lessons is as follows: Lesson No. 1—(A) How Radio Stations Func- tion. (B) How Radio Receivers Operate. (C) How to Understand Radio Diagrams and Symbols. Lesson No. 2—(A) The Theory of Operation of the Detector. (B) How to Build a Simple De- tector. Lesson No. 3—(A) How an Audio Amplifier Works. (B) How to Build a Two-stage Audio Amplifier. Lesson No. 4—(A) How a Radio Amplifier Works. (B) How to Build a Two-stage Screen- grid Radio Amplifier. A fifth lesson is contemplated on the subject of (A) Short-wave Reception and What It Is, and (B) How to Build a Short-wave Adapter. The first lesson prepares the student for what is to come. It brings him into contact with some of the technical terms used and gives him an idea of how radio stations and receivers operate. It gives him the ground work on the understand- ing and preparation of circuit diagrams, by making him familiar with the symbols used. The second lesson, besides explaining the theory of opera- tion of the detector, shows how the detector part of a five- tube receiver can be built. This system differs from others purporting to describe the construction of a receiver in that the finished receiver does not consist of a collection of indi- vidual units, but rather describes merely how to build a complete five-tube receiver, part by part. The second lesson describes only the construction of the detector section of the five-tube receiver. The third lesson explains how a two- stage audio amplifier may be added on the same baseboard to the detector unit to make of the job a three-tube receiver. The addition of this audio amplifier enables the builder to amplify the detector output so that it may satisfactorily operate a loudspeaker. The fourth lesson describes in detail the theory governing the operation of radio-frequency amplifiers, and also includes a section on the’construction of a two-stage, screen-grid radio- frequency amplifier. The entire course is absolutely free to all boys and Radio in Russia—a group of school boys at Moscow with the radio sets they have built grown-ups, the only expense being the cost of the stamps for mailing the enrollment blanks and secur- ing the lessons. The plan works out in the follow- ing manner: after the enrollment is received the first and second lessons are mailed to the member. Then, when he has digested their contents and con- structed that part of the receiver described, he sends for the next lesson. When he has mastered the third, he then sends for the fourth. In this way there is not the danger of issuing to a member those lessons of the course which follow while the previous ones have not been entirely mastered. The actual speed with which the whole course is absorbed de- pends entirely upon the individual, and his aptitude in following out the instructions contained in the H ~—_ lessons. ' The manufacturers sponsoring this free radio course feel that it is the proper step to be taken to bring into the radio game hundreds and thousands of fellows who, without this course, would not have given the subject a moment’s consideration. To make the entire proposition more appealing, and to aid those who are limited in the markets in which they might obtain the apparatus necessary to the construction, the manufacturers are seriously (Concluded on page 40) April PR of did nin $006 q in look whe “sp E inet or on host awa nin} moti GR/ pict class STA Pict the f child = Onmne@ o.s & ©OMm@eame a. & o _ 1929

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orob- » A er. 1,000 cast tions $3 200 I,000 ot gel away | dis- when How away 1 de- road- help. nany dd to t R. ild a esson f the two- oard siver. er to torily ring ludes adio- ; and f the ecur- llow- > first Then, con- 1, he tered ; way those vious ctual d de- itude : the radio en to sands have ling, rkets ssary ously pril FOR ALL BOYS = entered the Eastman {30.000 Prize Contest? | One of the 1223 cash awards can easily be pours PROBABLY you have already beard of this big event for picture-takers. But did you know that your chances of win- ning a large cash prize are exceptionally ood? Here's the reason. ‘Technical skill is only a minor factor in this contest. What the judges are looking for are interesting pictures. And who has @ better opportunity than you to “‘spot’’ subjects that are really interesting? Every day of your life you see scores of incidents chock full of interest. At school or on the hikes and camping trips you take, hosts of interesting picture opportunities await your camera. Y our chances of win- ning are as good as, if not better than, mother's and dad's. GRAND PRIZE $2,500—For the best picture of any type in the following classifications. STATE PRIZES—For Child and Baby Pictures—$11,400 will be awarded for the picture showing the most interesting children . . . in both March and April $100 will be given for the best child picture from each state of the United States and each province of Canada, making 114 prizes in all. District of Columbia counts as one state; Hawaii, Alaska and all other U. S. dependencies combined count as one state; the Maritime provinces of Canada count as one province. British Columbia and the Yukon count as one province. Every picture of children that you sub- mit stands a chance of winning the Grand Prize; or any of the 103 prizes in each of four other awards. And even if you don’t come in for a share of the prize money, you will, at least, have made an attractive picture to add to your collection. Any- thing goes as long as it is a picture of children, and if it has the least spark of interest in it, don’t fail to send it in. AWARD NO. 1—Scenics—For the best picture of any city or country outdoor scene . . . a first prize of $500; a second of $250; a third of $100; 25 prizes of $10 each and 75 prizes of $5 each. AWARD NO. 2—Informal Portraits— 1 Any resident of the United States and its ies or any resid of the D of Canada is eligible, excepting individuals and families of individuals engaged, either directly or indirectly, in ay manufacture, sale, com mercial finishi i 1 use of photo- graphic goods. This contest is strictly for the amateur. Contest starts March 1, closes May 31, 1929. 2 Any Kodak, Brownie, Hawk-Eye, or other camera producing negatives not larger than 34 x 5% inches (postcard size) and any brand of film, chemicals and papers may be used in making pictures for this contest. A contestant need not own the camera. The finishing, of course, may be done by his dealer. 3 Both ordinary contact prints, and enlarge- ments not to exceed 7 inches in the long dimension, are re gaol but, 4 In the Special E Cc i prints having a long dimension of not in than 9 inches or more than 17 inches are eligible. Entries in the Enlargement Competition are eligible for Special Enlargement Prizes only. 5 Prints shall be unmounted, but an entry ~ blank shall be enclosed. Use the accompany- ing blank, obtain others from dealers; copy the form, or write Prize Contest Office, Eastman Kodak Company, Rochester, N. Y 6 An entrant may submit as many pictures as he pleases and at as many different times as he pleases, provided that the pictures have been made on or after March 1, 1929, and that they reach the Prize Contest Office, Eastman Kodak Company, Rochester, N. Y., by the specified closing date. 7 Entries in the Child Picture Contest to be eligible for the March —— ag - be re- ceived at the Prize Contest Offi Eastman Kodak C N. v.. by mid- night of March 31, 1929; and for the April award by midnight of April 30, 1929. The child in the picture shall not have passed the twelfth birthday. 8 A picture that is to be considered in the Child Picture Contest must be so desig- nated on the back. Read these simple conditions In the case of other pictures, however, the entrant need not, unless he wishes to, specify into which of the classifications his pictures should go. The Prize Contest ce reserves the right to change a classification for the benefit of the entrant. If not classified on the back by the entrant, the pictures will go into the classes in which they are most likely to win. 9 Each prize-winning picture, together with the negative, and the rights to the use thereof for advertising, publication, or exhibi- tion in any manner, becomes the property of the Eastman Kodak Company. 10 No prints can be returned, except that entries in the Enlargement Competition will be returned upon request. All mailings are at owner's risk. Donot send negatives until they are requested. 11 The decision of the judges will be final. In the event of a tie, the advertised award will be paid to each of the tying contestants. 12 All pictures will be judged 50% on subject interest; 25% on composition and arrange- ment; 25% on photographic excellence (cor- rectness of exposure, etc.). 1 3 Mail pictures to Prize Contest Office, East- man Kodak Company, Rochester, N. Y. 4 An entrant may receive only one prize. In case the judges select any entrant for more than one award, he will receive the largest thereof. If he wins, for example, a $100 state prize in the Child Picture Contest, and if either the same print or another of his prints in the General Contest wins an award larger than $100, he will receive the larger amount. The Eastman Kodak C will sider the purchase of desirable pictures even though not prize winners. 15 Winners of the state prizes in the Child Picture Contest for March will be notified as soon as possible after March 31, and for the April Contest as soon as possible after April 30, 1929; winners in the Special Enlargement Com- petition and all other classifications will be notified as soon as possible after May 31. 1929. Pictures made at from, say, two toten feet distance, for the purpose of showing a person's features . . . a first prize of $500; a second of $250; a third of $100; 25 prizes of $10 each and 75 prizes of $5 each. AWARD NO. 3—Story-Telling Pictures —For the pictures telling the most inter- esting story . . . a first prize of $500; a second of $250; a third of $100; 25 prizes of $10 each and 75 prizes of $5 each. AWARD NO. 4—Sport Pictures—For the best pictures of sports and games ...a first prize of $500; a second of $250; a third of $100; 25 prizes of $10 each and 75 prizes of $5 each. AWARD NO. 5—Animal Pictures— For the best pictures of pets, live stock, wild animals, either at large or in zoos . a first prize of $500; a second of $250; a third of $100; 25 prizes of $10 each and 75 prizes of $5 each. AWARD NO. 6—Nature Study Pictures —For the best pictures of flowers, birds, butterflies, leaves, rocks, spiderwebs, any nature subject . . . a first prize of $500; a second of $250; a third of $100; 25 prizes of $10 each and 75 prizes of $5 each. AWARD NO. 7—Buildings and Archi- tectural Detail — For the best exteriors of homes, churches, schools, offices, libraries, other buildings, or portions thereof . . . a first prize of $500; a second of $250; a third of $100; 25 prizes of $10 each and 75 prizes of $5 each. AWARD NO. 8—Interior Pictures —For the best inside views of rooms, corridors, staircases, or other portions of homes or other buildings . . . a first prize of $500; For a program of delightful enter- tainment tune in on the Kodak Hour each Friday at 10 P. M. New a second of $250; a third of $100; 25 prizes of $10 each and 75 prizes of $5 each. AWARD NO. 9—Still Life Studies— For the best pictures of art objects, curios, cut flowers, any still life subject in artistic arrangement . . . a first prize of $500; a second of $250; a third of $100; 25 prizes of $10 each and 75 prizes of $5 each. AWARD NO. 10—Unusual Photographs —For the best pictures made at night; pictures of fires, lightning, storms; sil- houettes; or any pictures that are unusual either as to topic or as to photographic treatment . . . a first prize of $500; a second of $250; a third of $100; 25 prizes of $10 each and 75 prizes of $5 each. Special Prizes for Enlargements—$1,350 —Any picture is a better picture when enlarged. For the best enlargements from negatives made on or after March 1, 1929 ...a first prize of $500; a second of $250; a third of $100; 25 prizes of $10 each and 50 prizes of $5 each. Your film dealer or photo-finisher will be glad to help you choose a picture likely to win. (See Con- ditions Nos. 2 and 4.) THEJUDGES: Amelita Galli-Curci, Ethel Barrymore, Howard Chandler Christy, Clare Briggs, Hector Charlesworth, James R. Quirk, Rudolf Eickemeyer and Kenneth Wilson Williams. For the two monthly Child Picture Contests, the three last mentioned will be the judges. Enter this contest now! Increase your chance of winning by beginning to take pictures at once! There is no limit to the number you are permitted to submit. The more you enter, the more likely you are to capture one of the big cash prizes. Clip the entry blank in the corner and get your camera out today. This may prove to be the most profitable advertisement you ever read. Kodak Film in the familiar yellow box is dependably uniform. Reduces the danger of un- der- er over-expo- sure. It gets the picture. York time over the Columbia Broad- casting System. PRIZE CONTEST ENTRY BLANK aa tarts o:4 ea RM.» 5.5 oo «pine. b0 e dats MEGUMI s 4d bes ooops scovdvbecccccnwdcecececeseee (Please Print) NSE TRE EE IE ETS se ce Ay whl wind sling 09,666 006-s eae 5:8 Make of Make of ML Tod 28 Svidle 40. Sdbiein teweee +s 6 0,¢6/c-0-0.0's + 9oa Sina REE CMS s Hb a 56 UE i iedbivth swiss déecedabo 202 blank with your entries and mail to Prize Contest Office, Eastman Kodak Company, Enclose this Rochester, N. Y. Do not | all entries in the State ¢ your name on either the front or the back of any picture. Be sure that Picture Contest are so designated on the backs of the prints Only pictures made during March, April and May, 1929, are eligible. 1929 When answering advertisements please mention BOYS’ LIFE

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he “Left-behinds” © i020, wit. 1. ce. SHORT time ago a promising young business man, happily married and the father of two children, one seven and one nine, showed unmistakable signs of failing health. His doctor suspected the cause at once. A_ searching examination confirmed the doctor's suspicions. Tu- berculosis. He was ordered to give up his business immediately and go to a sanatorium for proper treatment and care. An uncle of the young man was greatly shocked when he heard the report. It didn’t seem possible that it could be true. He asked for the evidence. They handed him x-ray photographs which showed that his nephew's lungs were seriously affected. The uncle asked per- mission to show the photographs to his own doctor. When that doctor saw the photographs he said, “The right thing was done. Your nephew will probably get well. Now, what have youdone for the man’s family, especially the children? Have they been examined? You havenotimetolose. While tuber- culosis may not have made any serious inroads on their health as yet, it is hardly conceivable that his wife and children are entirely free from infection. An appearance of ruddy health A This year there will be a great forward step in the battle against tuberculosis. Ef forts will be made to protect “the others” —the family and friends of the stricken person—even before the signs of tuber- culosis show themselves, but while the disease may be latent. Organizations for the prevention of tu- berculosi tional, state and local— will warn people of the infection which may follow living in the same household or associating with one who has tuber- eg: METROPOLITAN LIFE INSURANCE COMPANY does not exclude the possibility of tuberculosis.” Every child who at any age has had prolonged exposure to tuberculosis should have an immediate, thorough physical examination, especially includ- ing the tuberculin tests and x-ray pho- tographs, to determine whether or not active or latent disease is present. While tuberculosis usually attacks the lungs, it may attack any part of the body—eyes, ears, nose, throat, glands, joints, bones or vital organs. It is now believed that many cases of tuberculosisin adults are the direct result of infection in childhood. The germs may have been taken into the body when the person was very young and have re- mained dormant for many years. Boys and girls who are apparently healthy may have latent tuberculosis; without a sign of infection—no cough, no loss of weight, good color. But years later, when some extra strain is put upon the body, the symptoms appear — loss of weight, per- sistent cough, “ indigestion” and fatigue. When every child is properly fortified against the ravages of tuberculosis, the final victory over this deadly enemy will be in sight. “\ culosis. Their action-inspiring slogan, “Early discovery—Early recovery,” will be displayed on billboards, car cards and banners all over the country. By checking tuberculosis in its earliest stages, before the germs have had time to destroy bone or tissue, tens of thousands of lives can be saved. Send for the Metro- politan’s booklet, 49-B—“Tuberculosis”. Ic will be mailed free on request. HALEY FISKE, President. Ys NEW YORK Biggest inthe W orld, More Assets, More Policyholders. More Insurance in jorce, More new Insurance each year BOYS’ LIFE The Readers’ Page Bicycles and Scouting By Theodore A. Koch MORE scouting per day—and more fun! Scouts, you don’t realize how much you can “pep up” scouting in your troop with that “bike” of yours! , There’s the ‘‘Cycling” merit badge to go after, trips to the woods and favorite fishing places, and a means of earning money in your spare time (besides’ the exercise itself being excellent for your health). You can start a bicyle patrol or club and have heaps of fun taking trips with the gang. BUT, first your bicycle must be in good running order. Be sure to read the merit badge pamphlet on cycling. It contains a great deal of valu- able information that will help you to get better service from your wheel. During the years that I have been riding a wheel I have tools, but need not be carried in the kit. 4 small, three-cornered file will also be found useful at times. The tools in the kit may be prevented from rattling by stuffing a small cloth into the kit. This cloth may be used for removing grease etc., from your hands after you have made repairs. Additional Useful Equipment For night riding, a light should always be carried as required by law. The bicycle lights operated by one or two large size dry cells are far too heavy and cumbersome for their valye in service, as the 7 batteries and the light must always be carried, once they are fastened to the bicycle. I use an ordinary three-cel] flashlight which can be strapped to the handle. bars in an instant and as quickly removed. Incidentally, you can use the flashlight for found other helpful scouting around at night points which I wish to pass on to other Scouts in the course of this article. A Dog’s Viewpoint By Raye Thompson This boy belongs to me. Haven’t you seen us Out tramping together In all sorts of weather? Gearing This is a very im- portant item and the merit badge pamphlet covers it thoroughly so I will refer you to it. It is important to follow the instructions given. Sometimes, I roam Around the neighborhood And leave him at home, But let it be understood That I keep house here. Tires Take good care of | your tires. On this sub- | ject you may find the lfollowing “helpful hints” useful: For pre- | venting gravel and sand | from clogging cuts and other injuries to the |tire which have not | caused a complete punc- |ture, I have found an automobile _inner-tube Yes, he lives here with me, Yet, sometimes, he goes away And leaves me behind. I would just as soon go And I’ve told him so, For he’s on my mind When he takes all day To get the meat. The place seems so queer When he isn’t here, Although I know That my boy will appear patching outfit very use- When I want to eat. when you wish to leave your bicycle. It thus serves a double purpose. A good lock, prefer- ably one which has a hasp that will reach clear across the rear fork, will safeguard your wheel when you leave it at the curb or other places in the city. Always carry a key with you, leaving an extra key at home. Keep the lock locked on the frame when not in use. Service for Proper Care I wish to use the fol- lowing example as one showing the service a bicycle will give in re- turn for proper care: I purchased a_ standard make of bicycle more than four years ago, and because I had to work ful and_ inexpensive. hard in earning every It consists of a small sheet of specially pre- | pared rubber, a tube of rubber cement, and several pieces of sandpaper or similar abrasive. To cover a cut or torn place on the tire, sand- paper the place until it is clean and the sur- face roughened. Then cut a piece of rubber large enough to overlap the cut about a quarter of an inch all around. This patch should be round or oval in shape. It can be cemented to the tire with the rubber cement, and a heavy cord should be wrapped tightly around the tire so that it completely covers the patch. This cord may be cut away after the cement has dried, which process takes from one to two hours. See Merit-Badge Pamphlet The merit badge pamphlet gives a remedy for slow leaks which requires some kind of tire fluid. A good substitute for ‘“‘Neverleak” when it is not available, is just plain flour and water. Remove the valve core and pourat least one cup of flour into the tire through a funnel made of paper. Use a quantity of flour in proportion to the tire’s condition. After the desired quantity of flour is in the tire, pour in about two-thirds as much water (volume measure) and work the tire with your hands so that the paste thus made is equally distributed. Do not use too much water as an excess will rot the tire. Repair Equipment For repair equipment on a long trip I have found the following list essential, all of which can be carried in a small, five by eight inch canvas pouch which I obtained at an ‘‘army store” for fifteen cents. Several small, light wrenches will be needed, one of which should be adjustable, a pair of pliers, puncture repair needle, two extra valve cores, one brass plug, about a dozen rubber bands, tire tape, and a small bottle of rim cement. The rim cement is useful for two purposes. It can be used as a substitute for rubber cement in repairing punctures, and it can also be used for gluing the tire back to the rim in case it works loose. The latter is a very serious case of trouble on a long trip when you have no means of gluing the tire back in place. A light hand- pump which may be clamped to the frame is essential on long trips in the country. A spoke tightener should also be included in the list of When answering advertisements please mention BOYS’ LIFE cent that it cost, I ap- preciated its value and took good care of it. To-day, it looks almost new and I have not spent more than four dol- lars on repairs besides one new set of tires. The first six months that I had my bicycle I rode nearly eight hundred miles, the longest trip per day during that time being sixty-five miles. For two years afterwards I delivered papers over a long route, on my wheel, in all kinds of weather and conditions of streets. Your “bike” will give you equally good service if you will take pride in keeping it in trim. How to Make a Light Canoe By Wendell Tynes I AM a boy and delight in all kinds of sports—among them canoeing and fishing. My purpose in writing this is to pass on to omer boys my way of making a canoe. The first step in making this canoe is to take a board three-fourths of an inch thick, six inches wide, and two feet shorter than we want to make the canoe. Suppose the canoe we are building is going to be fourteen feet long, then we will need a board twelve feet long which should be rounded off to a point at each end. Then take some flexible sticks and bend them in a half circle, or barrel hoops cut mn two pieces can be used. Nail these about a foot apart along the board on the side under- neath. Then take some quater-inch strips and put around the top and if necessary the middle too. This completes the frame. Now take some heavy duck canvas (about five yards, 3% feet wide), and tack on the frame length- wise. Now only one more operation and the canoe is ready to be launched. The final step consists in painting the canvas first with lead and oil, then with whatever color you wish. Be sure and let it dry well before using. This canoe will hold 250 pounds, and at first may seem a bit tricky but you will soon learn how to balance it. The New Way An old timer walked into a railroad ticket office in Toronto, and asked for a ticket New York. “Do you wish to go by Buffalo?” asked the ticket agent. “Certainly not,” he replied, “I want to by train.” April

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’ LIFE : kit. A found ted from the kit. B grease, ve made mt ways be le lights cells are ir value the light fastened hree-cel] handle- emoved. ou can ght for at night to leave It thus purpose, prefer- ork, will wheel it at the laces in 'S Carry leaving t home locked hen not 'roper the fol- as one TVice a » in re- care: | tandard e more go, and 0 work z every t, I ap- ue and almost our dol- res. icycle I longest xty-five slivered 1, in all ‘ts. y good ig it in inds of fishing. ; on to to take ck, six re want noe we t long, ot long at each d bend cut in bout a under- strips ury the _ Now yards, length- nd the al step h lead sh. Be at first ) learn ticket ket to ed the - to go April FOR ALL BOYS LA MULT WMS SEE G 1 LICKED YA)— Ge SS Be J SURE ‘CAUSE 1GOT my KEDS on. YOU OUGHTA ASK MY SNEAKERS. ARE JUST AS We can’t offer you anything as adventurous as Lindy’s non-stop hop to Paris, but we can offer you the shoes that champions wear— Keds—the greatest sports and play shoes ever made for non-stop, hard-playing feet. With Keds on your feet, you can take off for tennis or other sport excursions, confident of fast, sure footwork. Keds are extra fine sports shoes—much KEDS BIG LEAGUER Just as the name implies—a Big Leaguer sports shoe for hard-playing boys. Special safety-sole lets you take turns on one foot. Tough tan toe strip protects against scuf- fing. ““Feltex” insole. Eyelets that won't pull out. A Big Time shoe in every way. KEDS GLADIATOR (Brown) A medium price; sturdy shoe for all- round use. Patented “Feltex” insole keeps the foot cool and comfortable. Rein- forced toe gives extra protection at point of hardest service. Special non-skid sole. Grins at punishment. 1929 better than ordinary “sneakers”. Each pair of Keds is made over a special foot-health last— and Keds’ tough safety-soles are specially de- signed to grip the smoothest surfaces, and to absorb the roughest shock. With Keds on your feet you can take turns on one foot and not skid. You can lace Keds tight, too—so your feet can’t rub and chafe. Keds offer the most complete line of \ How’s this for braking power? The picture shows a heavy office window raised by pressing Keds Spring-Step against the pane, and pushing upward at the sharpest angle you choose. an | United States «U5 Rubber Company REG. U. &. PAT. OFF. At *1% $125 $15° $175 and up to *4° The more you pay, the more you get— but full value whatever you spend. When answering advertisements please mention BOYS’ LIFE Non . stop feet for — hops models for every indoor sport and outdoor activity, and are manufactured by the world’s largest specialists in canvas rubber-soled footwear. You will find Keds displayed in the best shoe stores in town—at all prices, too, from $1.00, $1.25, $1.50, $1.75 up to $4.00. Keds—Keds—Keds—Look for that name stamped on all genuine Keds. KEDS SHORT-STOP Note the special safety-sole that protects your feet, whether you're playing base- ball or taking the jolts of the trail. KEDS MERCURY The winner in the popular priced field and a wonderful shoe for the money. Tough amber colored sole. Black athletic trimmings and ankle patch. Nickel eye- lets, “Feltex” insole. If you’re looking for an exceptional value at the price, ask your dealer to show you Mercury.

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32 Chumming with ‘Dad! Leathercraft What is the best grade of leather for craftwork? —ScouT JosEepH Bos. Depends —_ what you want to do. Calf- skin and cowhide are good for tooling. Sheep- skin is the best for making such things as buckskin shirts, moccasins, etc. Choosing the Flying Eagle 1. Can a troop choose red as the color for their Bugle Calls Can you send me verses for the Bugle Calls for Merit Badge in Bugling?—CuHaRLES SHER- MAN. Get the Merit Badge Pamphlet on Music - Bugling, 20c, from the Supply Department B.S. A. See the Boy Scout Diary. Bringing Back the Troop Please iell me where I can get information on how te get a “dead troop” back to life—Scout Dick STARLEY. Inter-patrol contests; outdoor hikes and games; over-night camps. See Handbook for Scoutmasters, pages 319-331. Flying Eagle Please give me the call of the “Flying Eagle Patrol.” —Scout TENNEY T. JOHNSTON. Kreee-Kreee. Colors white and black. This information is given in the Handbook for Boys. BOYS’ LIFE of some Indian Totem ee Joun- sO The best way to get a Totem Pole is to make it yourself. It is not hard. You can carve it with characters symbolic of Scouting and the history of your Troop. There has been an article in Scouting on Totem Poles, also in the How Book of Scouting. This is a fine project for the Troop. Wolf Call neckerchief? 2. Can a patrol choose the flying eagle patrol Will you please tell me a good call for the Wolf as ‘ name?—Scout Gorpon A. FRANCE. Patrol?—RoOBERT TREYBAL. . Yes. The call of the Wolf Patrol is given in the 2. Yes. Handbook for Boys—“How-o-0-0-0.” The Business Merit Badge Is there any way to get the Business Merit Badge if I still go to school and am unemployed in spare hours except for odd jobs?—ROBERT J. JOHNSON. The alternate for Requirement No. 5 isto show one year of successful service as a Scout Scribe of a Troop, Colored Plates of Birds Where can I get life-sized colored plates of the birds of the eastern parts of the United States? —NOoRMAN GREENE. Write to the National Association of Audu- bon Societies, 1974 Broadway, New York City. Scout Insignia Where do I wear my embroidered Eagle Badge? I saw in the January number that you said to wear it on the shirt. Someone told me this had been changed.—G. D. M The regulations for wearing insignia have Lariat Rope recently been one Wear your embroidered . . ‘ Would you advise the Scout guard rope for Eagle Badge on the pocket of the Scout Shirt. The beauty about golf is that it is strictly trick roping? Does it hold the loop?p—Scout Wear the metal badge on the hat or fastened I a young man’s game——yet one that the “old IRVIN Parr and T. Francis Doran. to the pocket flap so that it completely hides t boys” love and can still play. Or think = bir Ags | guard rope does not slip the embroidered badge. th ° easily enough. The Supply Department sells they can—which amounts to the same a regular lariat rope at $1.40 for trick roping, T° Many Boys bn Peg ant, to Be Lone sp thing. Most of them play at it anyhow— Beads for Bead Work For information about joining the Lone Wi and some of them play really well. whee “4 procure beads to use in beadwork? og boner’ a pone ee — . ol —Epwarp Haicu. e Nationa ce 0 e Boy Scouts o The point is that golf offers the one best Supply Department. See catalogue. America, 2 Park Avenue, New York City. bet for any boy to chum with his dad. Fox Patrols Neckties Not Allowed d ’ : Is the Fox Patrol Neckerchief yellow with Could a Troop adopt neckties instead of € You'll sae learn to beat him, perhap S, green trimming or green with yellow trimming?— eckerchiefs when the coat is not worn?— | and he'll be so proud of you! And when Scout WILBUR CLAYTON. Francis Kourt. - Tu. » H Patrols do not wear different colored necker- No. Neckties are never worn. The Scout . he beats you, $ you ll be just as p roud of chiefs. All the Troop wear the same colored Coat is an outer garment only and when wor, int him—and you ll know what a thrill there neckerchiefs. is worn over the neckerchief. | can be in having such a dad for a pal. Taking Out the Militarism Decorating a Scout Room ski It may be that you have already started to play. If so, we hope that your bag contains a complete Harmonized Set of MACGREGOR clubs. But if you have not yet begun the game, though expect to soon, speak to dad about it and tell him that you should have just as good a set of MACGREGORS as his own bag contains. He'll: see the point. He'll want you to get started right. Your MACGREGORS will last you for years and years—so it’s economy in the end to buy only the best in the beginning. Write us direct, if you wish, for catalog and further information. We will be glad to send you the name of the golf profes- sional or dealer nearest you. What would you do for a Troop that had too much militarism in u#t?—A Scout In DEEP RIVER. I'd go in for some real Scouting, and not for drills and commands of forward right and quarter-wheel left. Probably your Troop is not operating enough on the Patrol method. The Patrol Leaders should really lead. They should get together with the Scoutmaster and plan out a program for the Troop, let us say for three months ahead, allowing time in the program each month for an all-day hike, an overnight camp if possible, and as many other outdoor activities as possible. Encourage each Patrol Leader to hold one meeting of the Patrol by himself during the week, at which they practice Scout requirements and perhaps take a Patrol hike if the Patrol Leader is qualified to give leadership. Invite a member of the Troop Committee to come to each meeting and really give him something to do— some Scouting instruction to give the boys, or a talk on thrift or some point in the Scout Oath and Law. Get the boys together at each Troop Meeting in some good rousing Scout game such as those given in the Handbook. Hold a parents’ night. All of these will help the situation, but most of all, use the Patrol Method, and be sure that 1. Please give me some suggestions on how to decorate our room. 2. Is it wrong to hang a Flag of the United States that is many years old on the wall?—Dave KUHLMAN. 1. If you have made any collections such as seeds, minerals, birds’ nests and so forth, they can be mounted in trays and hung on the wall. Colored prints of birds are colorful and in- structive. The covers of BOYS’ LIFE neatly framed are effective. Of course, you will want to hang some Patrol Flags and any particular emblems that your Troop has won. Photographs of Scout Leaders are effective. 2. If the flag has some traditional history that makes it of significance to the Troop, I should put it in a glass frame. It is not wrong to hang it on the wall unless it is s0 soiled and then that it might seem to indicate disrespect to the flag to expose it. The Bugler’s Badge Where can I get a bugler’s emblem for my left arm, not the Merit Badge-——Morris NEINICK. I presume you mean the Bugler’s Badge for a Freep Bugler. Get it from the Supply Department for toc. Mounting Birds THE CRAWFORD, MCGREGOR & CANBY CO. the Patrol Leaders really lead. x How could I learn to mount birds? —HArolD — ; s KELAND. Repeun-teee Dayton, Sihlo The Scout Totem Pole “Get the Merit Badge pamphlet on Tax Where may we get the price and description dermy from the Supply Department for 20C- _ MACGR R EGOR 2 eee Sane oon are wd of i on pas tingle subject, may be asked in each letter. 3. which require more than 75 words for must be ignored. sy poy povng relation ney coat te Bend Seontiog activities and the interests OE) s m ‘COURSE- -TESTED GOLF ctuss of Wicoute, though omy reader of the magesine, t or not, may use the department. 1929 When answering advertisements please mention BOYS’ LIFE April

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AIFE N Toiem JOHN- to get is to u can uting s been so in a fine on ‘olf in the Merit ployed ERT J. 5 isto as a + of the States? Audu- : City. 3ad ge f said to is had . have idered Shirt. stened - hides Lone Lone ion at uts of ty. cad of orn?— Scout | Worn, m how United -Davi uch as a, they e wall. nd in- LIFE e, you id any is won. tive. history roop, I is not t is so ndicate my left SINICK. Badge Supply FOR ALL BOYS Here’s Tread You find ong Win NCL: ¥ Z . 3 It stands to reason that the tread design that has helped to make world records for speed, endurance and safety on automobiles will make a world-beating “tread” for an athlete’s shoe! So here it is! The famous Firestone tread design and the long wear of Firestone tread rubber—ready to put new pep and speed into your games and athletics. Sure footing! You now have the same non- skid, ground-gripping power for your feet, a the which played a vital part in making a new speed record in the annual Pike’s Peak climb on Firestone Tires. Speed! This same tread design which you can now have beneath your feet was used on the car which traveled more than 207 miles per hour. Winners of every race on the famous tracks at Indianapolis and Atlantic City have used the Firestone tread for 8 years or more. Look at this athlete’s shoe, and you will see that every inch of it is as good as its soles. See those heavy “bumpers” of rubber across the front of the toe. That means extra protection for your feet— Look for “The Mark of Quality” on the Ankle Patch of the genuine. 1929 ATHLETE 8S’ When answering advertisements please mention BOYS’ LIFE Firestone 33 Portion of Firestone Tire— compare tread design with sole of athlete’s shoe at left. Sole of Firestone TTIRETRED Athletes’ Shoe—(at left) show- ing famous tread design. Listen to *‘The Voice of Firestone’’ Every Mon- day Night—¥43 Stations NBC Network extra protection for the shoe. Notice that the black rubber reinforcements running up the front and over the instep are all double-stitched to stand all the strains that leaping, bounding, dodging and racing can put upon them. The upper is made of stout long-wearing duck, in white or brown. You can tell your folks that this remark: able Firestone Athletes’ shoe will wear and wear—it has a sole as good as a Firestone tire —and an upper as good as the sole. Watch for the shoe dealer or department store that sells Firestone Athletes’ Shoes— and ask for TIRETRED if you want this leader. FIRESTONE FOOTW EAR COMPANY, Boston, Mass. RAN : New York: 107 Duane Street Chicago: 501 S. Franklin St. Philadelphia: 23rd & Wood Ste, Seepocepetio: 444 Stinson Bivd ton: B ki ve. 2s HOES ~~

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Waukegan, IMlinois Peterborough, Ontario led., Vancouver, B. C. | | | | | | WORLD’S LARGEST MANUFACTURER OF OUTBOARD MOTORS) willow was being unloaded. Delhi had just arrived. He had come to close the crevasse, and when that finest of all the Fighters had a thing to do he never lost a second getting started. He sent the refugees to the nearest steamboat landing, told Silver to tie up one of the broken ends of the levee while he tied up the other, and grunted to Dawn: “Organize. ” Dawn jumped on the job. He was a wonder- ful fellow to handle men, was this boy patrol, brisk and pleasant, with never an oath from his smiling lips. Men of all ages, supplies of all kinds had been rushed to Great Head. Dawn picked a cook and put him in charge of the food, picked the stanchest men and sent them to work under Delhi and under Silver, picked the boys and put them into the barge with empty sacks and shovels to be towed to a point above where they could fill their sacks with dirt, then he took charge of the older men and led them to the willow pile to make the mattress. A willow mattress is generally longer than it is wide. It is made by lashing four stout timbers together at its four corners and spiking them in place. Lighter timbers are run lengthwise and crosswise and the enclosed spaces are interwoven with supple branches of willow. It is used to break the force of rushing water. As a rush mat sunk upon the bottom of a little stream would keep the run- ning water from cutting a deeper channel, so would this great, clumsy mattress when sunk upon the bottom of the crevasse keep the river from making a deeper cut through Great Head. Dawn knew that the crevasse was a top-cut not more than four or five feet deep, and that as soon as Delhi and Silver had each gotten a cribbing across the ends of the broken levee to keep the river from cutting a wider break they would want the mattress ready to keep the river from cutting a deeper break, and also to help them close the mouth of the crevasse. It takes a good while to make a willow mattress and pretty soon Dawn realized that his men were not making it fast enough. The darkies worked, but the work lagged un- happily. No singing, no joking. Silently they took up their tools, dropped them, blundered along. “Scared,” Dawn decided. ‘“‘But what’s | scaring them?” Whatever the cause of their uneasiness might be, it had unnerved his old men. “‘T’ve got to make them tell me about it. If I don’t get them talking or singing pretty quick they won’t get this mattress done before Delhi needs it.” He thought of joking and jollying the old fellows but turned the thought down. ‘‘Can’t cook on a cold stove.” Then he remembered his foolish question. “That’s it,” he exulted. “That’s it. Ifa man behind a levee will talk about anything, he’ll talk about that even if it did make Mr. Tom Silver sigh.” Dawn paced the levee for a little while, whistling softly, then stopped before his troubled workers and asked with interest: ‘Any of you fellows know what caused this crevasse?” The men looked up, showed the whites of their eyes, and said nothing. But they were now anxious to talk, were wanting terribly to get their trouble told. Dawn saw that, and picked his man. “Bet you know, Bat. Tell us about it.” Did Bat know? The other men knew he did! Wouid he tell the Boss and so lay their load of care upon the white man’s shoulders, where it belonged? Every black hand took a fresh hold on its tool, every black face turned anxiously toward Bat. And Bat? He was a cautious old fellow, was fond of saying, “A man can allus save his skin by holding his tongue.” But if the Boss said tell about it— Bat rolled his eyes at Dawn, and rolled his eyes at his fellow men, then he said: “‘T lowed sompen was gwine happen.” One of the men encouraged him eagerly, saying: ufo!” Another man went farther: “You sho did, Brudder.” So urged, Bat risked his skin: “Yes, sir; Boss! I lowed sompen was gwine happen when I comes up on Great Head yesterday and see’d Hooray dar wid dose hogs of his’n. Hit was plumb ruination. De hogs was rootin’ up de sod of dat lebee right down to de water’s edge—rooting holes in When answering advertisements please mention BOYS’ LIFE Great Head! And old Miss Ribber jest lying dar waitin’ twell she could get her finger in de pie. Yes, sir. Hooray, he holler at me— “You shoot hog, me shoot you.’ I don’t make him no ’sponse. No, sir! I jest lopes along de lebee to my catfish lines. But I lowed sompen was gwine happen. I know’d dat blue-eyed Boss was gwine come along ’specting terrectly. And pretty soon here comes dat Boss. Man, sir! when he see’d dose hogs kis hand jest hopped to his hip-pocket. Pow! Pow! Two dead hogs drap. Hooray jumps up and yells! Pow! Pow! Two mo’ hogs is dead in de holes dey was rootin’. Hooray is jumpin’ up and down, shakin’ his rifle and ing gibberish. Dat Boss don’t pay him no ’tention, he jest keeps shooting twell dere ain’t a live hog left on de lebee. Den he sends me to get some sacks and shovels. Me and dat Boss fills sacks wid dirt and tots ’em up on de lebee and’ tromps ’em down into de holes de hogs done rooted. And we ’monishes de patrol to keep keerful watch on dat place. I’se here to tell you, me and dat Boss done all what could be done, and dere wouldn’t a-been no crevasse in Great Head if hit hadn’t rained so terrible.” Dawn said sharply: “T see!” He saw why Silver had sighed when he predicted that downpour. An old darkey reminded gravely: “‘Hogs on de lebee is agin de law.” ‘Sho hit’s agin de law and Hooray know’d hit, but he did carry on sompen sinful. Hit made me shiver to hear him. Dat Boss didn’t pay no ’tention, but if I be him I’d look out fo’ my back—Hooray ain’t got no head but he allus hits what he shoots at.” Dawn saw it all. “‘That’s why Delhi told me to stay with Silver. He wanted me to keep an eye out for Hooray, and I didn’t have sense enough to understand. I was too busy getting my feel- ings hurt. Mum said I never be a man until I got rid of my feelings. And that shows you! The very first time Delhi trusts me with a man’s job I made a near thing of it. Where’s Silver?” Silver, of course, was at the crevasse. Dawn watched his men a moment: they were working fast and talking freely. Would Hooray cure all that pork or would he sell some of it green? “How much you ’low he’s gwine ask a pound?” “They'll get the mattress done fast enough now the murder’s out, I’d better go.” As he went Dawn talked to himself in broken snatches: “That’s who was whispering. There are only three ways he can get here, down the river, along the levee, across the overflow. I can see him a long ways off on the river or the levee. But if he comes across the over- flow ia Dawn scanned that shallow sea. The water that rushed through the break in Great Head and poured down the inner slope of the levee was sweeping south and spreading east, but it was also backing northward, making a river of the road. How far north the water had backed, Dawn did not know but it had gone beyond the mattress-makers, on and on to a thicket of trees that hugged the levee. “Hooray could keep his boat hidden in that thicket till the sun got low, steal along in the shadow of Great Head, crawl up the side oi the levee—it’s not more than fifteen feet from the overflow to the top—have Silver covered before I could warn him. I see something moving in that thicket. Maybe it’s a drifting log, maybe it is Hooray’s dugout. I’d better ask Delhi to send a man along the top of the levee to look that thicket over.” d Delhi was in. the water with his men getting a cribbing across one end of the break. Before Dawn could reach him the opposite end sloughed and the cribbing over there lurched outward. Silver plunged out beyond the leaning timbers and threw his weight against them. Dawn uttered a startled: “Oh, gosh!” The whale of a man did not look so large as he strained there knee to knee with that swirling water, but a cheer went up: “Holp de Boss! Holp de Boss!” Strong black hands caught hold, brawny backs threw all their force into the fight Straining, shouting, struggling, sweating, with the water surging to their arm-pits and thelr feet slipping on the muddy bottom, Silvers men helped their Boss. en they yodeled and ragged and ha-ha’d, and Delhi’s men gave back their glee. April

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lying er in me— make along owed | dat cting s dat 3S his Pow! umps gs is ay is : and + him twell en he Me s ’em to de Lishes place. done ildn’t adn’t ighed now’d Hit didn’t k out d but with ut for gh to y feel- . until S you! vith a here’s Dawn orking y cure preen? und?” nough elf in re are m the erflow. ver or : over- water t Head > levee st, but cing a water it had ind on rething irifting better of the getting Before te end jurched nd the against o large th that brawny > fight g, with their Silver's yodeled ’s men April FOR ALL BOYS 1929 CHIEF BUFFALO CHILD LONG LANCE - The amazing Story of the Life of the Chief of the Blood Band of the Blackfeet Indians - - - . . . Rode after buffalo yj44 before he ever heard English spoken ... . Trick rider for Buffalo Bill. "& Played tackle on famous Carlisle football team . . . . Gained woodcraft fame by tracking down ,. \ thieves... . First Indian appointed to Born ina tepee aA on the western plains . West Point {%% ; resigned to enlist 4 in Canadian Army as private in World War . . . . Promoted to sniping wy and scouting sergeant then to Captain of the fighting 50th Bat- talion of Calgary, wounded three times, awarded Y- Croix de . . Light heavy-weight “SA boxing champion of Canadian Army... . ii As a wrestler he conquered the Guerre .. heavy-weight champion of the U. S. Army, who was 73 pounds . - In British QQ Secret Service. Ry Author of “Long & Lance,” great book Be on Indian boyhood, adventure -® : heavier than he. . and woodcraft. IX THE RELAY: Sturdy quality and comfortable fit. Brown co ted toe “foxing.” (In circle.) ese rubber cleats on the sole will ac- custom your feet to football shoes. the secret of a strong and athletic body - 66 When we were boys our famous warriors told us that the tireless strength of their feet and legs was most important in hunting and battle. Our moccasins were made to give our muscles freedom to develop. Get rid of the stiffness of ordinary shoes and your strength and agility will take care of itself. Put your natural energy into developing your muscles—not fighting your shoes. “Personally I recommend the use of canvas rubber- soled shoes, whenever and wherever possible. I still use 35 his great Indian Athlete and Warrior tells you them myself for the longest hikes and the stiffest climbing. 9? Bh OR INDOOR AND OUTDOOR WEAR, Goodrich Sport Shoes are scientifically designed to protect the foot against injury without interfering with normal muscular development. The moccasin-grip instep is designed to prevent flat feet. The hard-gripping soles and heels prevent slipping and jarring to the body on gymnasium floor or hard ground. It is not enough to ask for canvas rubber-soled shoes at your shoe store. Ask for Goodrich Sport Shoes by name. You can’t be sure of getting the best that Indian lore and modern science offer you any other way. Goodrich Sport Shoes come in many styles to suit partic- ular boys and men. They are snappy looking. They are long wearing—sturdy as shoes can be built. Take a tip from Long Lance— don’t strangle your feet — and be sure you demand the real Sport Shoes— marked with the name Goodrich. Look at the remarkable special features of The Pontiac and The Relay, pictured below. Why wear old-fashioned sneakers when Goodrich Sport Shoes cost no more? The B. F. Goodrich Rubber Co., Akron, Ohio; Pacific Goodrich Rubber Co., Los Angeles, Cal. THE PONTIAC: A real out- door shoe, ideal for everyday wear. Stylish light grey duck with snappy-looking dark grey “saddle” for reinforcement. (In circle.) See the special non-skid sole. Goodrich Sport Shoes When answering advertisements please mention BOYS’ LIFE

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Exploring n The Official Boy Scout Uniform Many Scouts wear the Official Boy Scout Uniform all the time, —at school, doing chores and following their Scouting Program. It is so comfortable and besides giving freedom in every position, has that smartness of appearance which characterizes all Official Boy Scout Uniforms. It is tailored and reinforced to meet all the strains of a vigorous Boy Scout’s life. IT IS GREAT SPORT TO BE CLOTHED ALL THE TIME OFFICIAL BOY SCOUT CLOTHING BOYS’ LIFE | THE pioneer days, sco cause of unusual skill in y and find the trails, choose the that was necessary for food. The Scouts of to-day are training, have acquired much are taking advantage of every follow tracks of animals, seek outdoor life of those hearty, ¢; These pages carry equi please the pioneer and most ¢ *‘Wear-Ever’’ Cook Kit Made of heavy gauge seamless aluminum Outfit consists of frying-pan with patent folding handle into which stick may |» inserted for holding over fire, cooking pot with cover drinking cup, and stew-pan which also serves as plate or soup bow! Fork and spoon included. Parts nest and lock together, hence do not rattle. Khaki carrying case with adjustable strap, Shipping weight, 3 lbs. No. 1200. Price, $2.25 *‘Upton”’ Mess Kit Consists of polished, heavily nickeled soup can, cup, stew or fry pan and wir broiler. Separate handles for each article. All parts nest compactl; Easily carried in pocket or haversack. Shipping weight, 1 Ib. 12 ozs. No. 1001. Price, $1.75 ‘‘Wear-Ever’”’ Aluminum Canteen Made of heavy seamless aluminum, en- closed in tight-fitting khaki felt cover which, when wet, keeps con- tents cool. Fitted with re- movable adjustable shoulder strap. Canteen is concaved to fit wearer’s hip. Capacity slightly over one quart. Shipping weight, 2 lbs. No. 1466. Price, $2.75 Cello Aluminum Canteen Made of light - weight stamped aluminum. Ship- ping weight, 1% lbs. No. 1201. Each, $2.60 Official Boy Scout Axes Handy at every turn in camp and on hike. Made o one piece solid steel, hand- forged, coated with rust: resisting finish, has head for drawing nails. Complete with leather sheath. No. 1510. ‘ Plumb” Brand. Prepaid. Price, $1.80 No. 1507. “Collins” Brand. Prepaid. Price, $1.80 Official Boy Scout Knives Regulation model, large sized stag handle, heavy cutting blade, screw driver, bottle and can _ opener, punch blade, shackle !0 hanging on belt. Built stand rough usage. d No. 1496. ‘‘ Remington Make. Prepaid. Price, $1. No. 1502. “Ulster” Brand. Prepaid. _ Price, $1.5? No. 1566. ‘Hammer Brand. Prepaid. TT P Price, 1.50 April CW re raft ping Sca es rtun cam Scot su: nly Of Cons a drill fire bo: wood Dudley Frictiot Packag No. No. | makin No. Fire-m Off Made woven “Eisner the insi seams. brass g fastener No. 601 ( Adoptee menting trapper: It is a haversa the mo: equipme No. 57: Officiz Made O duck w fitted wi tion to closed with tw on the s Size 21 3 No. 107 Mater One best 5 feet; ! dozen s¢ turkey | Proof ght Wax; gre Weight, : No. 154 Nati

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FE FOR ALL BOYS witrails— 'S, scoufllere picked men, chosen be- ill in ywiraft and ability to go ahead ose theming places and stalk game ood. Scouts who, through their ay are c | muchiihe skill of the pioneers and “every @§rtunity to explore new trails, s, seek I camp-sites and live again the arty, em Scouts. equim suggestions which would most @gnly delight every Boy Scout. Kit Official Fire-making Set uminum Consists of bow with leather thong, h patent a drill and drill socket and notched may be fre board made of Yucca wood. This king pot wood is especially recommended by stew-pan Dudley W. Smith, Champion Fire by up bow! Friction Expert, for quick results. mn and Package of tinder furnished. . — No. 1532. Prepaid........... $1.00 No. 1532B. Boards for Official Fire- se, $2.25 making Set. Prepaid...........25¢ t No. 1532S. Spindles for Official ‘ckeled Fire-making Set. Prepaid..... 25c nickeled and wire or each Official Ground Blanket nat Made of specially constructed finely woven waterproof army duck with “Eisner-Dupont”’ waterproof coating on the inside of the cloth. Olive drab; no seams. Single waterproof sheet with ve, $1.75 jum brass grommets and ball and socket fasteners. Size 54 x 66 ins. um, cr No. 606. Shipping weight, 2 lbs. It cover Each, $3.00 >Eps CON- with re- shoulder Official Haversack oncaved Adopted after many months of experi- apacity menting and consultations with hunters, > quart. trappers and leading camping authorities. bs. It is a decided improvement over any e, $2.75 haversack on the market today and is the most practicai article of a Scout’s num equipment. is No. 573. Shipping weight, 2 lbs. ~ weight Price, $2.50 Ship- h, $2.0 [i Official Boy Scout Duffel Bag Made of guaranteed waterproof khaki scout duck with reinforced bottom. It is fitted with inside neck which is a protec- in camp tion to the contents when the bag is lade ol closed with outside cord. Equipped 1, hand- with two extra handles for carrying; one th rust: on the side and the other on the bottom. head for J Size 21 x 33 ins. omplete No. 1073 Each, $3.50 ’ Brand. . ‘ e, 31.80 Materials for Making Five- ” Brand. Foot Archery Set e, $1.80 One best imported lemonwood bow stave : 5 feet; 44 dozen ferrule arrowheads; 4% scout dozen selected birch shafts, 24 inches; turkey feathers for six arrows; water- large: proof glue for six arrows; piece of bees- heavy Wax; grey flax for bow string. Shipping ; driver, weight, 3 Ibs. opener, No. 1543. “kle for Built 0 Per Set, $2.50 ’ Brand. : e, $1.50 National Council Office: nmer 2 Park Avenue NEW YORK CITY Chicago Area: 37 So. Wabash Avenue CHICAGO, ILL. THE SUPPLY DEPART- MENT SELLS INDIAN TEPEES, WALL TENTS, PYRAMID TENTS, CANOES, ETC. WRITE FOR INFORMATION New Official Flashlight Specially designed for Boy Scout require- ments. May be worn on belt as a march- ing light, suspended by its own ring as a temporary tent light or stood up erect if desired. Has 200-foot range with focus- ing lenses for spot-light or wide-area focus. Switch permits use for signaling or it may be located for steady light. Case is durable khaki-colored finish. No. 1278. ‘Prepaid. Price, $2.20 No. 1278a. Battery extra. 30 Official Boy Scout Field Glasses Pleasure and profit are derived from good field glasses. Useful in signaling, in study of birds and stars. This glass has achro- matic lenses, giving a clear and well- lighted field of view. Tan leather mount- ing and dull finish. Tan case with shoul- der straps. Shipping weight, 2 Ibs. No. 1212. Each, $7.50 New Official Boy Scout Whistle One of the finest whistles made. Highly polished nickel finish on brass; furnished with ring for attaching. Marked with Official Boy Scout Emblem. Somewhat resembles the Police Whistle. No. 1281. Prepaid. 35c Official First-Aid Belt Pouch An outfit that is prized by the entire field because it is so compact and still contains all the essential ingredients of a first-aid pouch. Every Scout and Scout official should have one before starting to camp or ona hike. Furnished with canvas belt carrier. The contents are as follows: 1 Sterile Gauze Bandage, 2 ins. x 6 yds. 1 Sterile Gauze Bandage, I in. x 6 yds. 1 Cylinder Zinc Oxide Adhesive Plaster, I in. x 1 yd. 1 Envelope H. F. Mercurochrome Gauze 1 Tube ‘First Aid for Burns” 1 Mercurochrome Swab 3 Vivo Rolls in Carton 1 Tube Soap in Carton 1 Small First-Aid Booklet No. 1548. Prepaid, 75c No article i oer P official without More than 600,000 copies of the new Boy Scout Handbook have already been sold. Every Scout should have the new book in order to be up with his fellow Scouts. Get a copy today. It costs 50c. The Official Boy Scout Bugle An instrument that is smarter and more trim than the average bugle. It is per- fect in tone and register and only the finest of materials are used in its manu- facture. Its tone is brilliant, powerful and mellow. Each one is tested before shipment to insure every detail of work- manship and tone. Key of G, tuning slide to F. Silver-plated mouthpiece; select brass. No. 1277. ‘‘Conn” Official Bugle. Pre- paid. $5.00 No. 1538. ‘‘Rexcraft’’ Official Bugle. Prepaid. $5.00 Ingersoll Midget Radiolite Wrist Watch The most convenient watch made. Wide leather straps are soft, strong and durable. Not jeweled. Prepaid. No. 1364. Price, $4.00 Elgin Model Wrist Watch Seven Jewel Elgin Watch with luminous hands and luminous dial. Case is nickel chromium plated. Furnished with leather strap. It is the ideal Boy Scout Watch. Placed in individual box. No. 1544. Price, $12.75 Official Boy Scout Compass Heavily magnetized, delicately balanced and extremely sensitive. Centers are jeweled and a stop lifts the needle off center point when lid of case is closed. Dial is of aluminum. Needle is of Bar Pattern. Mounted in thin model olive- drab metal hunter case strongly hinged. No. 1076. Price, $2.50 Metal Camp Mirror A highly polished thin metal mirror for camp and hike. Can hung on tent pole or carried about. Equipped with case. Size, 234 x 4 inches. No. 1440. Prepaid. 30c Boy Scout Staves No order accepted for less than eight Staves. Excellent for patrol use. Ship- ping weight, each 21% lbs. No. 1403 (in lots of eight) Each 33c ss Boy Scouts of America 583 Market Street SAN FRANCISCO, CAL. New York Retail Store: Boy Scout Trading Post 20 East 33rd Street e, $1.50 SEND YOUR ORDERS TO THE NEAREST POINT OF DISTRIBUTION ril 1929 37 It’s Easy to Order by Mail! Simply state the number, the quantity wanted, the name of the article, and, when necessary, state size and color. 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The reporter who had been waiting in his motor boat shot the gas to his engine and sped to tell the news: “Both ends holding!” Pretty soon in all that threatened country men would be saying, “‘Our engineers have that crevasse in hand” and women would be pray- ing “God bless our engineers!” But the engineers had a lot of work to do before the horrors of a wide-spread overflow would be averted. The mattress must be sunk in the |mouth of that crevasse and rows of piling driven across it, and hundreds of sand-bags thrown in. Delhi and Silver knew what they had to do. And Dawn knew now what he had to do. The men had finished the mattress and floated it down to Delhi, and one of the little boats they had used was lying moored to the |levee. Dawn got into that boat: | ‘No use to send a man along the top, | Hooray’d see him coming and hide. I’ve just got to pull up stream till I’m opposite that thicket then land on the levee and look. The nut may take a shot at me if he thinks he’s caught, but I’m pretty quick at dodging.” To pull even a little boat up the Mississippi River when it is high isnot easy. Dawn hugged the levee and worked hard. He could still | keep an eye out for Silver because his face was turned toward the fight where the engi- neers were lining up their men to close that crevasse. Delhi got into the barge that was loaded with men and sandbags, and took the mattress |in tow. Silver sprang upon the mattress to | pole it clear of the levee and hold it true to its |course. Dawn knew that as soon as the current that was whirling through the crevasse caught the mattress and swept it in, Silver would throw over its four anchors and take to the barge while Delhi’s men piled sandbags upon the mattress until it sank. If that mass of woven and interwoven willow went down right it would so break the rush of the water that piles could be driven across the mouth of the crevasse. Dawn knew that, and he knew too that if the mattress should be caught and capsized, Silver would be flung into whirling water with his boots on as he had been that other time. But as he watched, Dawn realized that there is nothing hair-brained about a brave man’s courage. Silver’s shoulders were bowed over the pole, but his boot was kept close to that first anchor ready to kick it overboard. Which could be the quicker, Silver, or the current? Dawn pulled hard, but he had forgotten about the thicket and the man who might be hiding there. All he saw or thought of was those splendid shoulders so bravely bent. Would they hold it? Could they hold it? They held it for a second, lurching crazily in the mouth of that crevasse, held it true for a second and in that hard-won moment, the anchors went over, the sandbags went on. Their hardest fight was won, but Dawn was

BOYS’ LIFE not given time to cheer. He had just made sure of Silver’s shoulders, towering in the yellow light above all the other shoulders in the barge, when he heard the rattle of a paddle and the grunting of a man who was scrambling up the other side of Great Head. Before Dawn could land, Hooray was standing on the levee and his rifle’s sights had picked up the spot between Tom Silver’s shoulders. Vengeance was his, as Hooray counted vengeance, and he screamed insanely: “Who kill-e de hog!” Delhi heard the scream, Silver caught the meaning of the rifle that covered him, then both of them saw a man spring from the river and throw himself upon that leveled gun. Delhi grunted, “Dawn!” Silver swung the barge stern on, and they took the levee with their booted stride, straining to reach that fiercely unequal contest where a boy trol strove to disarm a crazy man on the rink of the biggest river in the world. Like a sapling in the sway of a storm Dawn’s slight body whipped from verge to verge of the levee as Hooray tried to shake him from his hold. Dawn held on. Silver and Delhi strode fast but Hooray’s rage rose faster; finding he could not jerk the rifle from Dawn, he began trying to beat the boy from his hold and rained blows of fury on his head. Dawn held on. The River- Fighters broke into a thundering run. Hooray heard them coming and his madness flew to kill this boy that baffled him, to kick him into the river where any booted man must drown. He forced Dawn to the water’s edge, but as he swung to kick Dawn flung himself forward to meet the blow, writhed under the arm of the unbalanced Hooray and fell face down upon the rifle. With a scream of rage Hooray was upon him, beating him insanely about the head and shoulders. Dawn lay still. Booted to the hips, loaded with mud, Silver and Delhi yet ran as men run when spurred by fear. But before they could reach him, Dawn came to life; his shoulders humped up, his arms thrust out. Something bright shot up fromm under him, flashed in the air, fell into the river. It was Hooray’s rifle. Silver’s hand closed on Hooray’s collar and dropped him from the levee into his dugout. Delhi began feeling his friend for broken bones. Dawn got up. “All right, Delhi,” he said catching his breath. ‘I’m all right. This isn’t—the first time—I’ve played football.” “‘Played football,” Silver said, and his voice shook. ‘You call it play to tackle an armed loon on a levee!” That shaken voice made Dawn wonder— Had that whale of a man been scared? He looked to see and there was no mistaking what he saw in Silver’s eyes. The whale of a man has been scared, badly scared, horribly scared! But he had not been scared for himself, he had been scared for that plucky boy patrol.

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The lion sat down on his haunches. Jack was greatly relieved by this action on the lion’s part; nevertheless he kept his eyes fastened on Leo’s. The lion raised one great paw and laid it on Jack’s shoulder. His long red tongue flicked out and caressed Jack’s face. “Gosh! He’s tastin’ me,’’ moaned Jack, and gave himself up for lost. But the lion made no other hostile demon- strations. Finally it dawned on Jack that Leo was trying to be friendly. “Leo, old pal,” he cried, joyously, “let’s be friends! I’m sure glad to know you,” and Jack advanced his free hand to meet a huge paw extended by Leo, his deadly claws con- cealed in their soft mittens of flesh. Solemnly they shook, binding their friend- ship. “Sit here,” ordered Jack, removing the lunch from the unoccupied mechanic’s seat. Leo was a well-trained lion and, obediently, he climbed to the seat and sat on his haunches. “Hungry?” queried Jack. In answer Leo snarled back his lips in a gesture that Jack knew now was a friendly one. His jaws opened and his tongue drooled out expectantly. Setting the controls so that the ship would fly itself for a bit, Jack unwrapped the sand- wiches. “Share and share alike between pals, Leo,” said Jack, offering Leo half of one of the sand- wiches. It disappeared with a flick of the red tongue before Jack could wink his eye. “Well here’s the other half, Leo, old boy.

When answering advertisements please mention BOYS’ LIFE I don’t know how much of a full-grown lion’s appetite three ham sandwiches will fill, but you are welcome to them. I'll take the coffee for my share of the lunch.” Jack Ne ng the thermos bottle of coffee, but as he lifted it to his lips the lion snarled again and stuck out a paw preventing Jack from even tasting the coffee. “But you can’t drink out of a bottle, Leo,” remonstrated Jack, “and besides you’ve had your half the lunch.” Again Leo snarled. Perforce, to keep peace in the family, as he explained to himself, Jack held forth the container of coffee. Leo engulfed the upper half of the bottle in his mighty mouth and tipped back his head, permitting the coffee to gurgle down his throat. When he lowered his head the thermos bottle was empty. “Well!” gasped Jack, “you certainly are @ trick cat.” Luncheon over Leo curled himself up on the seat and evidently prepared to take a nap. Jack thought that he could almost hear him purr above the motor’s roar. He put out his hand and stroked the great head as he would have done to some old tabby. “Be good until we get to New York and I'll buy you a nice juicy steak,” he promised. He glanced at his wrist watch. He would be flying into the dawn in another hour or s0 and then he would be able to verify his com- pass course from familiar landmarks. . Jack was watching the earth beneath him. The lights of a passenger train; the sieepy April

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He had felt something cold and clammy; something scaly; something snake-like. The cold sweat stood out on his brow. Fear tensed his muscles. He could not turn his head to look. The scaly movement continued slowly across his wrist. He could feel now that there was something twined about his arm. Exerting all of his will power, Jack forced himself to turn his head. He was peering into two tiny, bead-like eyes set in a wedge- shaped nead. Tne head, standing erect on an elongated body elevated from his arm, was even with his own. A forked tongue darted in and out of the wicked-looking mouth. The body was ringed with alternate brown and white stripes. Snake after snake emerged from the passage- way. They were of all sizes and kinds. One of them spiraled itself around the joy stick; another coiled around Jack’s right leg. The one that was on his arm had by this time reached his shoulders and now hung around his neck like a lei. Most of them, however, followed the huge one into the darkness be- hind the instrument board. : Jack reflected on his predicament. There was little he’ could’ do. He did not care to land the big ship in the darkness on an un- known field even if he could find one, which was doubful. If he did his fix would be changed but little. He would still have the snakes on his hands. Besides he must get them to Roosevelt Field on time, or they would lose the bonus. So Jack carried on. He did not mind so much the snake around his bootleg, nor the one around the joy stick, but the one around his neck persisted in thrust- ing its head in between the buttons of his coveralls and into the pocket of his shirt. Again and again Jack pulled its head forth gently, but each time the snake burrowed its way back into his pocket. Finally Jack became so exasperated that he seized the snake behind the head with thumb and forefinger and jerked it from his neck. He held it at arm’s length. The snake viciously coiled and uncoiled its body around his arm, but Jack maintained tight hold of the snake’s head. He thrust his arm through the window of the plane and when the snake uncoiled its body from his arm he dropped it, hoping that it landed safely. With the break of day things became more pleasant. Leo yawned and raised his head from between his paws. He sat up and looked out of the window on his side of the plane with every evidence of enjoying the view. The snakes, outside of a few squirming move- ments, maintained their places. “They’re cold,” thought Jack. “I hope they stay that way until I get to New York. And you, Leo, be good. I’ve been told on good authority that aviators make poor break- fasts.” As it became lighter and Jack could see farther into the depths of the darkness back of the instrument board, he saw a new danger. One that blanched-his face and made his blood run cold. The huge snake that had taken so long to go across the floor boards had one loop of its body around the rudder bar and another around a fuselage brace. If the snake should contract its body it would throw the heavy ship out of control and crash Jack and his charges. As long as the snake did not move they were safe. “Talk about Damocles and his sword, and life hanging by a thread and such,” thought Jack, “mine depends on the caprices of a snake.” Jack considered landing, but decided against it. It was foolhardy to go ahead, he knew, but BOYS’ LIFE he must get to New York on time. He did not want to fail his father on this, the first important thing that he had ever done for him. The mail field at Bellefonte flashed beneath him. It wouldn’t be long now until he would be safe on the ground and: free of his charges, As yet, the huge snake had made no move. It seemed to be in a lethargic sleep, and Jack was glad for that. Leo yawned and growled indifferently at Jack. “Just hold your appetite for a few minutes longer, Leo, and you’re due for that steak,” Jack reminded him. They were ane at an altitude of three thousand feet when Jack spied the hangars of Roosevelt Field. He circled the field, noting carefully the wind direction, and started dow n. In his happiness at arriving safely and on time, Jack had forgotten for the moment the snake twined about the rudder bar. Suddenly he felt the bar move under his feet. The ship lurched over to the right and he could not straighten it out. It went into a flat spin. “Oh! That snake!” Jack gasped between his clenched teeth. The expected had happened. The snake was moving its body and throwing the ship out of control. Bit by bit the snake relaxed its body and Jack finally got the plane under control. Had he been seconds more they would have crashed, for they were only three hundred feet off the ground when Jack finally got the monoplane leveled out. Jack cut the gun and proceeded to land, fearful lest the snake should again send the plane out of control. Luckily this did not happen, and Jack made a perfect three-point landing. He taxied the monoplane up almost to the crowd of spectators and cameramen who were, apparently, w aiting for “The movie company’s publicity " depart- ment is on hand to welcome me,” thought Jack as he climbed from the monoplane, followed by Leo. “Well, they'll certainly get an eyeful.” Leo, the minute his feet touched the gound, let out a great roar and started for the crowd, all but one of whom turned tail and ran. That one advanced to meet Leo. Jack stood horrified, expecting to see the man bowled over by one of Leo’s paws. Leo advanced to the man, reared up on his hind legs and placed his forepaws on the man’s shoulders, evidently delighted to see him. “His keeper, thank goodness,” said Jack. Again the cameramen and reporters ad- vanced to photograph Jack and get his story for the afternoon papers. The man whom Leo had greeted began removing the snakes from the plane. “Say, boy,” he interrupted Jack, “didn’t you bring Minnie?” “Minnie? No, I brought only Leo and the snakes,” answered Jack. “Minnie’s a snake, boy. She was supposed to be in the basket with the rest of them. She’s the most affectionate and best-trained snake in captivity.” Jack had forgotten the snake he had dropped from the window, but now as he turned to help the man hunt for Minnie, his eye bright- ened. “Say, was Minnie alternately brown and white striped?” he asked. “Yep! And she was the prettiest snake u ever saw,” the man answered. ‘Well, there she is then,” Jack said, pointing to the undercarriage of his plane where his quick eye had spotted Minnie’s brilliant body wrapped around the landing gear. Shortly Jack broke away from the crowd and made his way to a telegraph office where he sent the following message to his father: “Arrived safely. Snakes all present and accounted for. 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to find hidden treasures. Whoopee! If Dan Beard knew where it is hidden, he would tell every scout in the country. Near Flushing, Long Island, ancient pieces of eight and old gold coins are found on the beach, washed up from no one knows where. Near Suffern, New York, is Claudius Smith’s den, a place of buried treasure. If you want to dig for that treasure, the den lies on the south side of Horsepond Mountain, a mile or two east of Tuxedo. Take the Tuxedo-Mt. Ivy Trail of the Interstate Park and it will lead you directly by the front door of this cave. So much for hidden treasure near home— but. wait a minute!—On removing the paper, from the eighty-year-old wall of a house in Flushing, I found an inscription marked with skull and crossbones, stating that there is hidden treasure at the foot of an old pear-tree! The late Judge Fitch got the same information from a very old negro, who said that the pear- tree used to stand somewhere near the corner of Bowne Avenue and Amity Street. When that corner is dug up by steam shovels to make way for the modern abomination known as an apartment house, the dirt in the steam shovels may be glistening with gold. I am convinced, however, that the real-estate speculators have it all now, and call it commission. Early America was so loaded with treasure that it was round-shouldered. Off the coast of Cuba in 1517, Cordova met a canoe filled with Indians, and the Indians were fishing with GOLDEN FISH-HOOKS! Of course, Cor- dova, being a white man with the white man’s peculiar sense of humor, traded a lot of cheap glass beads for the gold fish-hooks. When he brought the gold fish-hooks to Cuba, the Governor of Cuba sent his nephew, Juan de Grigalva, hot foot to the land of the golden fish-hooks. The nephew brought back a golden crown; also, he captured some of the innocent natives and brought them back with him. Then—just to show that his heart was in the right place—he demanded a ransom of the man’s weight in gold for the release of one of them. I said yellow was the color of laughter—but —pshaw! there’s nothing to laugh about in these stories; nor when Hernando Cortez went on his great hold-up expedition. But we will not talk about that, and besides there was nothing funny about it. “Eldorado” or ‘Golden Land” was prob- ably an April Fool invention of the Indians of Mexico and Peru who, by this means, sent the conquistadors in search of an imaginary land of great wealth and luxury; the natives then blithely followed them, and many a brave robber left his own bones on that yellow golden trail; the natives told these Spaniards that the native king smeared his priests with oil and then rolled them in gold dust! Those Indians sure had some imagination. People now think that maybe this hidden treasure will be found by the oil-diggers; but scouts know the treasure has been found, for the real gold is the oil itself. The Chibeha civilization, like that of the Incas, was destroyed by the conquistadors, from which the latter realized about $128,000,- ooo of gold. In 1911 there were a number of photographs of the ancient Incas’ gold pub- lished in the daily papers. In 1906 in the Williams Veneer Works at Steinway, New York, five hundred dollars in paper money was destroyed by a veneer saw. The money had been concealed in the base of a mahogany log imported from England. That was a hid- den treasure, but it was no good when found. In 1903, on the east shore of Maryland, unusu- ally heavy gales washed away much of the banks, and Uncle Solomon Coovy saw the cor- ner of a brass-bound box sticking out of the sand. The box was very much decayed and only held together loosely by the brass bind- ings. In trying to pull the box out, it fell apart and he found a large gold coin. A few more gold coins were found here and there with a lot of human bones. Then there is the Western, quaint legend about Pegleg Smith, who had a gold mine all his own, from which he could fill his pockets with gold nuggets at any time. Once when the Indians had him cornered, he did not hesitate to fill the Redskins’ bodies with golden nuggets in place of bullets. Nobody has yet found Pegleg Smith’s mine. Some of Captain Kidd’s buried treasure is believed to have been found after a heavy storm at Somers Point, New Jersey, on the 31st of January, 1910. The na- tives found the cave, but it had evidently been When answering advertisements please mention BOYS’ LIFE April the Yellow Mont

looted. Then, of course, there are these sunken treasures ships;* the location of many of them is known, and every once in a while some of the treasure is recovered. The pirates were not the kind of fellows with whom we should like to sail. Jean Bart defied a whole ship’s crew by standing beside an open powder keg with a lighted taper in his hand. Then there was old Morgan, who was givén a title on account of successful piracy and is now known as Sir Henry Morgan, and also Sir Francis Drake. You see, boys, these Dick Turpins and Claude Duvals, Jack Shepherds, and Jesse Jameses of the sea combined the qualities of holdup men with that of adven- turers and explorers, and it is the wild romance of their reckless lives which makes us enjoy reading about the old rascals; just as we do about Robin Hood, the highwayman of Sher- wood Forest, who combined a rollicking sense of humor with wonderful skill as an archer. Winding Hawk, the Sioux Chief, died in 1854 and was buried with fiftv thousand dollars worth of gold by his side. His grave is some- where near the site of Fort Laramie. During the closing year of the Civil War, when the Indian territory was the resort of lawless bands, the outlaws robbed some soldiers of a keg of gold and buried it somewhere near Willow Springs. Hunt for it. Oh yes, there are lots of treasures buried all over this coun- try and all over the world. Back in 1911 down in Georgia they dammed up a river, hunting for a treasure from a Spanish pay ship. They did find some ancient a money, but not enough, I believe, to pay them for their work. I can give you but a hint of the records of hidden treasure, but I can tell you where lies the greatest hidden treasure in all the world; it is concealed in you boys, and one of the most valuable gems is your ability to laugh. That is yellow gold without alloy. Some years ago when I was very frivolous and a member of the Entertainment Com- mittee of a famous club, we were wont to give April Fool Dinners, which the scouts would have enjoyed. The ticket to the dinner was a fool’s cap which when worn on the head, en- titled one to enter the banquet hall. Famous literary men, grave jurists, high public officials, famous artists, poets and musicians, all marched solemnly into the dining-room with those tall, ridiculous fool’s caps on their heads. One of the dishes served was salad. The plate had so.ne real lettuce leaves on it, also some April Fool sauerkraut, pickles, and vari- ous things. of that nature, all of which were really good candy, but it was funny to see the wry faces the men made when they put the supposed sauerkraut in their mouths and un- expectedly found it to be sweet. We also had a big pie, and when it was cut open India rubber gas balloons burst from it, and they made a great hit when they hit the ceiling. The rolls at each plate were ingeniously at- tached to concealed pieces of elastic, fastened to the table and so arranged that when the guests took up their napkins, the rolls went hopping about like grasshoppers. The guests were served with clear-fruit lemonade, as they supposed, and they all tried to drink a toast with it to the goose. Every one of them stood up, not one of them sus- pected anything wrong; they sucked and sucked and sucked, but in vain; they held up the glasses to the light and examined them and tried again to drink the contents, but it would not drink. It was solid and hard. At last the crowd all broke out in applause and sat down with a bang. When the much-befooled company 3t- tempted to eat the hed eggs on their plates, they discovered that the poached eggs were part of the china plate; and the funny part about all this is that everybody there knew that it was an April Fool’s Dinner, in spite of which everybody was fooled by every trick. At last, when they were served with real food, they were again fooled, because they refused to believe that it was real. It was an uproarious time and some of the dignified, white-haired judges simply doubled up with laughter. *A FEW OF 'EM The ‘‘ Plate Fleet,”” sunk in Vigo Bay, RE Dettacdc EN AG so cig ip thin aw 0% $128,000,000 Francis Drake’s Prizes............- 2,000,000 Martin Frobisher’s Prize, Madre de BN Sek ee th so ok hee ak <e ¥ 1,250,000 Prize money of the Hermione galley. . . 1,500,000 The ‘‘Golden Gate’’....;........--- 2,000,000 April

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But full consciousness came back to him with a rush once his brain started to clear, and he opened his eyes to discover that he was slumped in a rickety chair in a dingy room lighted by a flickering gas jet. Not far from him, also sitting in a rickety chair, his white face and frightened eyes staring about fearfully, sat Paul Maul. The room was crowded with a half-dozen men, all of them dark evil-looking individuals with mean, ratty eyes and the ear- marks of criminals and thugs of a vicious type. And nearest. Don stood Nick Conlon, looking down at him with his strange, fishy stare. It was Conlon who had been going through his pockets, and he was in the act of taking Don’s watch from his wrist, when Don sat up with a jerk and yanked back his arm. Conlon, with a cat-like movement, took a quick step backward and his fist doubled as Don made his first sudden move. “Don’t make no quick passes kid or I'll crack yuh,” he snarled. Don looked at Conlon coldly, and as he peered into the criminal’s mean eyes a feeling of contempt for this human parasite and his gang grew within him, dominating any fear he might have had of any of them. “Crack me?” he repeated with scorn, “I suppose you would, you dirty rat. That’s your kind. You like your victims when they are helpless; when you’ve got your gang be- hind you; when your own dirty mug is safe. You are the kind of crooks who blame their dirty work on a lot of innocent boys. That’s your kind. Go ahead and crack me. But you’d better make a good job of it because, if I ever get out of here, I’ll have every police- man and detective in the whole country after you and your rotten scum. You petty crooks. You lying sneaks. You thieves and 8 “Shut up!” snarled Conlon, his eyes glar- ing and his face coloring under Don’s tirade. He took a quick step forward and with the back of his hand slapped Don across the mouth so hard, that his head snapped backward and blood began to flow where his lips were cut against his teeth. “Take that, yuh pup. An’ if yuh gimme any more lip I’ll knock yuhr blasted head off. You two kids snoopin’ ’round here wid yuhr amachoor detectif stuff are in fer a lotta trouble, lemme tell yuh.” “You’re the ones who are in for trouble, you low-down, thieving swine,” grated Don as he brushed the back of his hand across his mouth and glared back at Conlon, with anger mounting. “‘And don’t think you can shut me up with a slap on the mouth either. You are going to gets yours. I’ll see to it just as soon as I get out of here.” “Yeah. But yuh ain’t gonna git outa here, kid,” replied Conlon. ‘Yuh’re gonna stay here until we ship yuh out in a side-door pull- man, see? Coupla us guys is gonna take a vaction in th’ Andarondack Mountains an’ we’re gonna take you ‘long wit us. We got uh camp up there where we go when our business gits too tiresome. You two birds u’d make purty good cooks up there for us, an’ yuh can tell yuhr trouble to th’ pine-trees an’ things. Don’t worry, we’ve took care of bucks like you before.” “Ts that so,” replied Don contemptuously. “You think the two of us could disappear like that without having our families and friends start looking for us. I'll bet a dollar they are looking for us already. And they know just where we are, too.” Don’s statement caused a look of concern to cross several of the evil faces in the room, and instinctively two of the men glanced to- ward the door. One of them, a fellow called Bill, who had been one of Conlon’s night watchmen, suggested: “Say, mebby we best dig out, an’ leave these fool kids here. There’s a freight pullin’ outa th’ yards in haf-uh-hour.” “‘Aw, don’t let this lippy kid scare yuh tuh death,” snarled Conlon. ‘‘He’s on’y bluffin’. 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well that Conlon and his gang would soon give him the worst of it. As Conlon stepped forward Don’s foot shot upward with all the strength he could put behind it and caught the gang-leader squarely in the pit of the stomach, aimed an uppercut at his face. Conlon’s head was coming down as Don’s fist swished upward, and the result was per- fect. Don’s bunched knuckles came in contact with the point of Conlon’s jaw with a heavy smack, and the watchman crumpled like a sack of meal. On his feet now, his eyes blazing and his face flushed with anger Don was full of fight. “Come on Maul,” he yelled. “Grab a chair! Let’s fight our way out of here! Bust a few heads! Try for that window! They been sitting in and started in a mad charge across the room toward the nearest window. And Maul, frightened, but taking heart at Don’s bravery, followed his example. For the first few seconds of the fight Don and

thugs, expecting no such move, and utterly surprised at the show of nerve of the two boys from the flying field, were taken aback. With startled faces they dodged and ducked out of their path as shoulder to shoulder Don and Maul, swinging chairs, started across the room to the nearest point of exit. But the thugs were nonplussed only for a few moments. | “Grab ’em! Stop ’em! They’re gittin’ |away! Down ’em,” shouted the thieves. hand. Another thief jumped in and aimed a punch at Maul. as thoroughly aroused now as Don was, shattered the chair he wielded on the gangster’s | head, flooring him. Both boys were weaponless now save for the |remnants of chairs they clutched. Missiles | began to fly. Bottles that had been on the | table came sailing through the air at the | swiftly dodging Maul and Don, to explode

the wall behind them. weaponless, the gangsters seemed to gather courage. came the yells as the thugs surged forward to block the boys’ path toward the window. It became hand to hand now. Don and Maul threw away the broken chair backs and began to wade in with their fists. And, for a little while, they were more than a match for the room full of thugs. Don planted a solid fist full into the face of Bill, the other night watchman, and felt the cartilage of his nose crumple beneath his knuckles. He poked a straight left into another angry face in front of him and followed it up with a right hook that yom the thief to the floor with a groan. But others surged forward to get at him. They came in from all sides, and even from grapple with them. Both Don and Maul were kept busy ducking and countering. They became separated as thugs crowded in be- tween them. Don got a solid crack on the ear, and saw stars when a fist landed just above his right eye. But the thug who hit him saw just as many stars a moment later, when Don, with a roar of anger, hurled himself forward in a bull-like charge and planted, left, right, and left again into the thief’s face. The man went down before Don’s rush, and Don, because he could not stop himself, became entangled in his legs and went down with him. But even as he was falling Don realized that the fight had turned against them. Once down he knew that he would be an easy victim for the thugs. They would pile on top of him and beat him to unconsciousness. ; Desperately he tried to save himself. He a to turn as he was falling, so that his back would be to the floor and his arms and legs free to defend himself as best he could. Rut that served him little. Like a pack of peg the thieves threw themselves on top Don fought fiercely, desperately, kicking and striking at the rage-distorted faces above him. And, flat on his back as he was, he proved a handful for the thugs to handle, until one man, bigger than the rest threw him- self astride Don’s body and with many oaths seized him by the throat, taking all the blows

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causing him to double up with a yell of pain. | At the same time Don hurled himself from the | chair full at the former night watchman and | might get us, but we’ll settle a few before they do.” And suiting his actions to his werds Don seized the back of the rickety chair he had | Maul had all the better of the situation. The | One seized a chair, and swinging it above his | ¢<« head hurled it at Don, who fended it off | with his own chair, only to have the one he | carried crumple under the blow and go to | pieces leaving him with the crooked back in his | But it never landed because Maul, | with dull reports and a shower of glass against | With their chairs shattered, and the boys | “Git at’em! Buckle inta’em! Smear ’em!” behind, with fists flying and hands clutching to |

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Just mail the coupon. .| danced before his eyes. Once more he was Try Colgate’s one week—FREE COLGATE, Dept. B-1843 595 Fifth Avenue New York, N. ¥. Gentlemen: Please send me, Free, a generous trial tube of Colgate’s—the dentifrice coaches advise. Name Address that Don rained into his ugly face in a fierce effort to choke the boy to submission. Don twisted and turned and tried to throw the thug off or to avoid the talon-like fingers that sought to seize his windpipe and throttle him. Twice he broke the man’s grip, but each time the thief lunged for a new hold, and finally his terrible fingers closed onto Don’s flesh with the grip of a vise. Still Don struggled, twisting and turning in a futile effort to break that grip. But even as he fought he knew his cause was hope- less. The man’s fingers closed tighter and tighter. Don’s breath was cut off. His tongue was forced from between his lips. He began to struggle frantically for air. His chest hurt and the blood pounded in his temples. His eyes bulged. He began to grow dizzy. The room spun. The ugly leering faces of the gangsters going out, this time by the painful method of strangulation. The end was near. He knew it. All that he could do was clutch at the thug’s wrists and gasp for breath. Only a few seconds longer and consciousness would leave him. Only a few seconds longer and——. Suddenly a startling sound broke in upon the pounding in Don’s ears. It was the crash of breaking glass accompanied a moment later by a terrible snarl of anger—a dog’s snarl; shouts too, and shots, many of them. And, at the same time, the terrible grip on Don’s throat was released. As through a fog he saw the angry expression on the faces of the thugs turn to alarm and terror. He saw the faces 45 float away from him. He heard curses, ex- clamations of fright, more shots, and familiar | voices. All the time he was gasping frantically for | breath; for cool fresh air to fill his tortured | lungs. He sucked it in in great gulps, and quickly his brain and vision cleared. He sat | up and looked around. The room presented an | interesting picture. It was twice as crowded as it had been be- | fore. Besides the thugs, all cowering in a} bunch in one corner of the room with their | hands raised above their heads, were several | men in the gray uniforms of special policemen. Mr. Fullerton was there. So were Harvy Harmon and Lieutenant Graham from the flying school. And there were a half-dozen boys, Dan and Babe and Tinker Muir among | them. There was also the police dog, Lindy, | standing guard over the prostrate form of Nick | Conlon who lay where Don had felled him. | Groggily Don staggered to his feet. Dan and Babe helped him. They looked frightened until Don grinned at them and steadied himself by holding onto the edge of the table. “I’m glad you got here. You were just in time, let me tell you,” he said, rather thickly. “It sure looks so. Are you O. K., Don?” queried Dan England with concern. “‘T guess so. How about Maul?” “He’s over there trying to stop his nose from | bleeding,” said Babe. ‘‘How did you fellows get all these people together? What are Mr. Fullerton and Mr. Harmon and Graham doing here?” asked Don. “Why, they came up to Tinker Muir’s house soon after supper to see you and Maul. They wanted to make some inquiries about the fire. We told them all about Conlon, and how you and Maul had gone down into Red Hook Alley to settle with him. They had a sort of con- ference and they decided to get some policemen and go after you and him too. We started out ahead with Lindy, and they caught up in an automobile. When we struck Red Hook Aliey we didn’t know where to look for you, but Lindy did some scouting on ahead and pretty soon we saw him duck up an alley. You can bet we followed him. And, when we got into that junk yard out there, we didn’t have much of a job finding where you were. Gosh, what a racket. It must have been some fight you were having.” “Tt sure was,”’ admitted Don. “We couldn’t hold Lindy. He just jumped clear through that window and took the frame with him. When I came in he was stand- ing over Conlon growling at him as if he wished he’d get up and fight. Funny how hé hates Conlon, isn’t it?” “No, it isn’t funny in the light of what we have just heard,” said Mr. Fullerton, who with Harvy Harmon came across the room toward Don just in time to hear Babe’s remark. ‘Chief Thompson, the head of our new force of special policemen, has identified Conlon as Nix Nelson, an old-time criminal and the leader of a band of automobile thieves who have been operating in New York and New Jersey. The police have been trying to round them up for some time but they have been mighty slick. Thompson seems quite tickled to have stumbled onto their hideout and nabbed the 1929 whole gang. 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46 On the tree-clad shores of Bantam Lake, Connecticut, in the fa- mous Litchfield Hills, lies Camp Wonposet, a boy’s own paradise for real healthful sport. Its fame is largely due to Robert Tindale’s able direction and his knowledge of what red-blooded boys like. At this famous camp you'll find them “Shoes are important,’’ says Robert Tindale, director of Camp Wonposet, “I urge my boys to wear Grips.” EADS UP! You know that go-get-’em feeling you have in shoes that take hold! Any day’s half won before you start, with a pair of Grips be- tween you and the ground. When you shove off in a canoe, reel off a two-base hit or do the hundred yard dash, shoes like these are worth while. That is why Wonposet Camp’s director urges boys to wear these shoes. Grips make swift feet sure and safe. Take Cleeto, one of the kippiest favorites in the lineup of Grips. Too light to slow a fellow up. Tough enough to take a whale of a lot of punishment. 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TOP NOTCH Conlon, Thompson says Lindy is none other than King, the famous old New York Police Department dog; the one that was pensioned off and farmed out to a kennel over here in Jersey after years of service. King never liked the kennels and went off on his own early in June. That was about the time he wandered into your camp and adopted you. Thompson says he feels confident King trailed Conlon many a time in New York and knew him as a crook, and that is why he has always hated him. What a fine individual Conlon was for us to have hired as night watchman! While he gave them protection, his whole gang of thieves were stealing from the flying field all the time, and when it came to a show-down he blamed it all on you boys.” “They sure got away with a lot,” said Don. “If you don’t believe it go look into some of these sheds out there. There is one bunch of seven airplane carburetors, two of them from the V. D. plane. They are Rolls Royce car- buretors. And Conlon was stealing himself, Mr. Fullerton. I honestly believe he was the one who was trying to take the carburetor off of the Hobson plane last night when the fire broke out. Maul and I found his coat and night- stick right beside the plane when we went into the burning hangar to get those machines out.” “That was a mighty nervy stunt you boys did in saving those planes,” said Mr. Fullerton with enthusiasm. “TI should have known any fellows who would do such a fine thing would never steal gas and oil and other things from the field. I want to apologize to you all and tell you you are all welcome back to your old jobs.” ‘Gee, that’s the best news yet,” exclaimed Don happily. ‘That means I can fly in the Reliability Race in the Black Hawk, with Mr. Harmon Saturday.” “But I have better news than that,” said Paul Maul who, at that moment, crowded into the little group with Gordon Graham beside him. ‘Listen, folks, Lieutenant Graham has hired me back again, too, for help- ing to save the Hobson plane. And I’m going to be his assistant pilot in the Reliability Race. His assistant was taken sick this morning. How’s that for luck?” “Tough on the other fellow but great for you. Congratulations, old man. I’m glad we got the Hobson out of the flames,” said Don warmly extending his hand to Maul. Maul grasped it with enthusiasm and looked Don full in the eyes. “‘T thought you and your pals were a bunch of softies—apron-string aviators as I called you, being Boy Scouts. But I owe you an apology. You’re a great guy, Craig, and some fighter.” “And I owe you an apology, Maul. For a long time I went around believing that you and some of those Ovington fellows who hung out behind hangar No. 2 were doing all the stealing at the field. Why I even thought you drained the tanks of the Black Hawk and made us lose the speed climb.” “‘What? Did you honestly think as little of me as that?” exclaimed Maul. Then he added. ‘But I can’t blame you. I acted like a big bully when I first met you fellows. Then getting myself fired and all, and hanging around the field the way I did didn’t help you to form a good opinion of me.” “Right. But there was something else that made me suspect you. Remember the day I walked onto you and Tinker Muir behind the second hangar. I overheard you say something about settling the chances of the Black Hawk in the speed climb. It sounded like a threat to me then, and when the gas and oil were drained from our machine I thought you had done it.” Maul looked puzzled for a moment. suddenly he grinned. “Oh, I remember now. Why, Tinker and I were talking about the Hobson. Tinker had just heard then that Graham was going to drive the Golden Eagle in the races. It was a secret, but he came out to tell me about it because he knew I would be interested for Graham’s sake. And when I heard it I was tickled to death. I always thought that the Hobson was just as good a plane as the Fuller- ton, and with Graham as pilot I figured he’d win both races. And he sure grabbed off the speed climb nicely, didn’t he?” Then “Yes. But only because we ran out of gas. |. We would have won it otherwise. He won’t come home first in the Reliability, let me tell you, because the Fullerton is going to have full gas and oil tanks, and we’re going to burn a hole in the sky.” “We'll burn one first in the Hobson, and let your fellows in the Fullerton crawl through it after us,” said Maul banteringly. “T’ll_buy sodas for the crowd if the Black Hawk doesn’t show you the way across the finish line,” said Don with a grin. (To be concluded in Boys’ Lire for May) When answering advertisements please mention BOYS’ LIFE BOYS’ LIFE YANK JUNIOR SHIRTS or BLOUSES Fun Galore! Thrills and surprises! A world gone wild about flying! Aero- plane building and flying is now the sport of America’s youth. You can build your own planes—one or many. All your friends will join you in this happy pastime. Our free book, ‘‘How to Build Aero- plane Models That Fly,”” shows how you can do it. Sent you for only six tags from Yank Junior or Honor Bright shirts or blouses. 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48 A slicker built for a 3-year whaling voyage Bacx in the forties when hardy crews sailed out of New Bed- ford, Nantucket and Sag Har- bor to fill their holds with sperm oil, no one knew just how long they would be gone. It might be two years or five, depending on the catch. The clothes they started with had to last. It was to keep these men dry through long seasons of storm and spray that A. J. Tower Company built the fa- mous Fish Brand Slickers. Your slicker today can be the same tough, dependable kind. If it’s a Fish Brand you know it can stand all the service you want to give it, and still look shipshape and handsome. The Varsity model, the choice of college men every- where, and the Varsity Junior, for younger boys, are long, roomy coats. Middy hats to match. Stores everywhere carry the real Tower’s Fish Brand Slicker, **The Rainy Day Pal,” reason- ably priced. A. J. Tower Co., Boston, Mass. Tower Canadian Ltd., Toronto, Canada. TOWER'S “ISH BRAND 7s: Lone Scout Boston Council FROM the official organ, “The Boston Scout,” we learn that this Council will make its public appearance atithe Bos- ton Madison Square Garden on Monday, April 15, when it is expected that 5,000 Scouts will take part in a brilliant and interesting historical drama- tization of the recreational ac- tivities of the boys of three historical periods. In connec- tion with this there will be an exhibit and the Lone Scouts will have a special booth. This same Council has recently organized thirty Western Union messengers into a Lone Scout group or Tribe. Mr. Daniel E. Kennedy, Jr., the Field Executive of the Council, says that he believes Lone Scouting will grow in Boston the.same as it has in the rural districts. As soon as the Western Union group is firmly established, he plans to form another Tribe in connection with the newsboys. It is a splendid privi- lege to be able to extend the values‘ of Scouting to the city’ boy who finds it impossible to attend Troop meetings, as well ds:to the rural boys living in the sub-. urbs .and outskirts of the city. This Council deserves the highest compliments for this achievement. Scouts Build Cabin T? THE right is a picture of the log cabin recently built by members of Troop No. 1, Boy Scouts of America, of Chester, Vermont. From the cutting down of the trees to the put- ting up of the stove pipe, the work was done by the boys of the troop under the excellent leadership of their Scoutmaster, the Rev. William J. Ballou. The logs are ten and twelve feet long, and the sleeping loft affords ample space for a dozen Scouts. The Scoutmaster, who as a boy slept in log cabins in the days of the open range in Wyoming, guarantees that the Scouts can be kept warm in this cabin with the ther- mometer at 40 degrees below zero. KZ This is a splendid project, and offers a fine © suggestion to Lone Scouts and members of Tribes and Farm and Home Patrols. Think of the opportunities such a cabin affords for carrying out the Scout program in all its various branches! This entire cabin including the stove with which it is equipped cost only $34.75. The metal roofing, plank and windows were the chief items of expense. Land, logs, old boards, clay for chinking and the use of a team of horses for hauling were all donated to the Troop, by members of the community who were interested in Scouting. If any members of the Lone Scout Division see the opportunity for working out such a project, we heartily recommend that they de- velop it, and send in a report of what they accomplish to the Long House. How I Became a Lone Scout By D. C. Miller, Washington, D. C. FOR two years before I became a Lone Scout, I had wanted to be a Scout. Boys around town asked me why I did not join. But I could not join a Troop because I went away to my Grandfather’s farm every summer. Finally, however, while looking over my “Scout Handbook,” I found out about Lone Scouts. I wrote to Headquarters in New York asking for a membership blank. Thus I became a Lone Scout. The following summer I went to my Grandfather’s place as usual. I never had so much fun in my life as I had that summer. By working hard I became a Second Class Scout by the opening of school. That farm is a fine place, and quite historic, too. There is an old Civil War fort on the place which was occupied during part of the war by Captain Sullivan, a Union soldier. No fighting took place at this fort, which was captured by McLaws, a Confederate about the time Jackson captured Harpers Ferry. It was again occupied by the Unionists after the battle of Antietam. Where the house stands was the greund. Many people have found bullets and buttons used by the soldiers during the war. Se. ut cabin, Chester, Vermont All this historical backgrouna makes me like the place more. There are also woods which bor- der the farm and offer a fine opportunity for Scouting and are a source of pleasure, also. Thus the place which might have kept me from the Scouts has become the place on which I do most of my Scout work. Lone Scout Promoted R. WALTER MacPEEK, who has for a number of years been pro- fessionally employed in Boy Scout leadership in the Chicago area has recently been promoted to the office of Assistant Scout Executive in Milwaukee County Scout Council. He is one of the oldtimer Lone Scouts and Pioneers who will be remembered by the oldtimers and the editors of the old “‘Lony.” He first entered Scouting in 1914, and became a Lone Scout when W. D. Boyce offered the Lone Scout program to the boys. He has been Assistant Field Executive in the South Shore District and editor of ‘“‘Scoutcraft,” the Chicago Council’s official publication. He has also been very active as leader of Camp “ James I. West,” during the past two seasons. This is the official camp of the Chicago Boy Scout Council. We join with the rest of the Lone Scouts and leaders in congratulating Walt on his promotion and to wish for him great success and happiness in his new work, Lone Scout Mokray Gets Important Interview DURING the month of December, 1928, Edwin Sparks Mokray, a well known Lone Scout, who has already made outstand- ing records in leadership of Lone Scouting, as well as his own personal progress, and is con- tinually advancing himself in the Lone Scout Movement, went to Fort Myers to see if he could get a personal interview with John D. Rockefeller, Sr., and succeeded. He reports a very interesting interview and a lot of very valuable information given for the boyhood of the nation. During the early part of February, Mokray also swooped down upon the big men of the Florida winter resort and succeeded in getting a splendid personal interview with Henry Ford. He is now in quest of other big men. We are expecting to hear some wonder- ful stories from him about a Boy Scout’s inter- view with great men. Congratulations on this program of achievement. My Tribe Paper Collection By Frank W. Shay, L. ~ B., Newburgh, ew or DURING the years that I have been a member of the Lone Scouts I have col- lected many Tribe papers. I believe that such a collection is one of the most interesting and educational of all hobbies. A Scout will naturally get real knowledge of journalism in reading the papers and will enjoy himself at the same time. In November, 1926, when I last counted them, I had 300 copies in my collection. Since that time I have made many additions to it. The largest issue in the collection is the May, 1926, number of the Kokonut which con- tained sixty-eight pages. The June, 1925, issue of the Breevy Scout is a close second with sixty pages. These are the two largest issues of a Tribe paper published in 1926. There are several noteworthy numbers of Tribe papers in the collection, among them being issues of the Black Hawk News, Amateur Writer, Ambitious Youth, Scoutopics, National Scout, Scout Chum, The Chronicle, Youth and American Leader. There are many other Tribe papers represented in my collection, but they are much too numer- ous to mention. Practically all the present- day Tribe papers appear in the collection. I have also twenty-six numbers of the original Lone Scout, which I prize very highly. For a most enjoyable and useful pastime try collecting Tribe papers. When answering advertisements please mention BOYS’ LIFE BOYS’ LIFE Famou $ How many can you name Test your baseball knowledge. Each picture above is of a famous slugger. Can you give his name? These players and many others are shown in our 1929 baseball book, now ready for distribution. New pictures of leading players, taken on the dia- mond, at bat, and in the dugout. Facsimile repro- ductions of their autographs; figures giving their complete records; pictures of the bats they use. You will treasure this book, spend delightful hours ex- ploring it and keep it as a valuable reference. Their Pictures, inthis Book Their Bats, at your Dealer's Batting with a Louisville Slugger gives you confi- dence. On your shoulder there rests the bat used by the greatest players in the game. Notable bat- ting records of past and present were made with it. The complete selection of Louisville Slugger bats shown by leading dealers in every city offers you the perfect balance, power, and reliability that big league players enjoy. The Autograph Models are exact duplicates of the bats of prominent sluggers, made in the same factories, po used by them exclusively. 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at Yc) td Aa hee Gane 2) its ct FOR ALL BOYS HOW EACH CUN MUST PROVE ITS TITLE TO THE NAME OF WINCHESTER \ aoe **Stout Fella”’ (Concluded from page 9) While the others were figuring on how they might get a boat launched, Eric, with an eye for the master situation, saw only the need of the ship—though sorely stricken, she was still a queen, demanding his uttermost devotion. Seeing some of them starting to struggle again with the boat falls, he called, ““No good, boys, you couldn’t live out there in a cockle- shell like that. Our only hope is to save the ship. It’s no fault of hers that she’s in this mess. It’s my belief she'll right herself, if we'll only help her. What d’ye say?” “We're with ye,”’ came back the answer. “Aye, we’re goin’ to work, lads, an’ if we lon’t, we’ll perish, so jump to it smart now. We | all lay out on the masts and cut away what canvas we can with our knives. These sails are like big reservoirs holdin’ her down. Cut them clear, an’ I believe she'll right herself. I’ll go out with five lads on the main, and Lars’ll take five out on the fore. Red and Crosby can manage the gaff topsail and spanker. Now, we’re away.” Suiting the action to the word, holding on to the t’gallant rail, Eric led the way to the main-rigging. On the journey he had a couple of solid duckings, but still kept on climbing, often more in the water than out of it. On the fore the t’gallants were cut away in jig time, and Lars led his crowd up to tackle the royals. All the seizin’s went, the lower part of the yard was much more difficult, but taking the worst job himself Lars managed it so well that at last the whole sail was clear. The main t’gallant proved to be the most baffling task of all. They were well over an hour on this job, panting and sobbing as they worked away, while ever and anon, Eric’s voice spurred on the hangers back. “Come on, boys, come on, better die tryin’ than squealin’.” Realizing that they were literally fighting for their lives, all kept at it long after ex- haustion set in. With the t’gallants at last gone, they got on the upper topsail yard, and on cutting away the seizin’s, they found that they were just a little higher out of the water. “She’s comin’ up,”’ someone shouted. This intelligence put new will into the fatigued mates. When they had loosened the topsail, they found the wind coming from a different quarter, which told plainly that the clipper was slewing around. The water- logged sails no longer weighed her down, and now with supreme faith in the ship, Eric called: “We're givin’ her a chance. Just wait. You'll see her start to right herself.” Sure enough that was just what happened. In one of the lifts the wind caught the inner side of the lower sails, and up she rose a queen once more upon the water. Eric Walcott never led off a cheer gang back at the Newburyport Academy as loudly as he led that cheering crew in that great moment, after which they made quick tracks for the deck where he called: “One hand to the helm, and let her rin before it.” Red jumped to obey, and in the same in- stant the old man burst out from his enforced captivity below. The first sight that greeted his eyes was Blandy trying to make a show of berating the watch, and blaming every- body. As Lars Jansen happened to be handy, Wentzell exclaimed, “(Come here, and just give us a word on what happened.” Lars told the unvarnished truth, not for- getting to mention the yellow streak of the second, and the devotion of the youngster to whom all alike owed their lives. “Umph, I kind of suspicioned it was some- thing like that,” grunted Wentzell. Then grabbing Blandy by the collar he sent him reeling down the companion with the admoni- tion, “Here, you get your things and get for’ard. You’re disrated.” After delivering a goodwill kick to speed him on his way, he turned again exclaiming. “And now, Lars, you can tell that there young Walcott that he’s Second Mate of the Bonita. Tell him that he can come into the — now for keeps, for best men belong “ag When answering advertisements please mention BOYS’ LIFE CHere’s an Easy Way to Have Your Own Band Kiwanis finest boys’ OULDN’T you like to play in a band? One like these fellows in the picture have? Just think—this band is the talk of the town. Boy! when they come down the street, heads up, march step, horns aglitter— everybody stops. It’s the band! At all celebrations, parades, games, they're first. They have all the fun. ° Soon, too, with Conn easy- You Can P lay ua Band playing instruments and with the modern instruction methods. You take your place in a band almost right away. 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LAST month I told you about Otto Lilien- thal, the German scientist who built the gliding machine and made nearly 2,000 flights from the summit of a hill near Berlin. Lilienthal wrote a book about his experience which was so fascinating and which was written with such enthusiasm that the Wright Brothers’ interest in gliding was stimulated to such an extent that they started out to make experi- ments for themselves. Through the courtesy of Mr. Brown, Curator of the Museum of Peaceful Arts in New York City, I secured a copy of an account of Lilienthal’s latest flight written by Mr. R. W. Wood, one of his pupils who accom- panied Lilienthal to the Rhinow Mountains, a range of high, barren hills one hundred miles north of Berlin, where he was in the habit of practicing with his flying machine. “We were accompanied by Lilienthal’s fourteen-year-old son, whom he always took with him and after arriv- ing at Neustadt on the apparatus tipped sideways as if a sudden gust had got under the left wing. For a moment I could see the top of the airplane, and then with a powerful throw of his legs he brought the machine once more on an even keel, and sailed away below me across the fields at the bottom, kicking at the tops of the haycocks as he passed over them. When within a foot of the ground he threw his legs forward, and not withstanding its great veloc- ity the machine stopped instantly, its front turning up, allowing the wind to strike under the wings, and he dropped lightly to the earth. I ran after him and found him quite breathless from excitement and the exertion. He said: ‘Did you see that? I thought for a moment it was all up with me. I tipped so, then so, and I threw out my legs thus and righted it. I have learned something new; I learn some- thing new each time.’ “Fhough I had read many articles about Lilienthal, and had seen numberless photographs

Dosse, we were met by a farm wagon and driven to Rhinow. A brisk wind was Questions blowing, and the storks 1. What are the most im- were sailing over the fields portant Fs in- on each side of the road in struments: : search of food for, their 2. What are the most im- young on the chimney- portant “fl ying bed tops. Lilienthal called control instruments: them his teachers and 3. What are the aaa: studied their methods of ing’ instruments: flight and manner of pre- 4. What is a “tachometer”? serving their equilibrium 5. What is the “turn and when flying and alighting. bank” indicator? We brought the flying 6. What is an “‘altimeter’’? 7. What is a “drift meter’’? machine out of the barn back of the little inn at Rhinow where we had lunch, loaded it on the wagon and drove away to What is the “earth in- ductor’? compass? What is a “radio bea- con’’? What is “flying blind’’? of him in the air, I had formed no idea of the per- fection to which he had brought his invention, or of the precision with which he managed it. I have seen high dives and para- chute jumps from bal- loons, and many other feats of skill and daring, but I have never witnessed anything that strung the nerves to such a pitch of excitement or awakened such a feeling of enthu- siasm and admiration as the wild, fearless rush of Otto Lilienthal through the air. The spectacle of a man supported on hugh white wings, moving high

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flying. The high, rounded hills rose abruptly from the level fields, varying from one to three hun- dred feet in height, thickly carpeted with grass and deep, spongy moss. The slopes faced all possible points of the compass, so it was possi- ble to always glide facing the wind. : “The machine consisted of two large wings measuring 20 feet from tip to tip. The material was thin, strong cotton cloth, tightly stretched on a frame of bamboo. A rectangular wooden frame fitted around the body a little above the waist and the tail with its horizontal and vertical surface was attached to the end of a curved bamboo pole in the rear of the machine. There was an upper airplane surface supported some 6 feet above the main wings by means of two vertical rods of bamboo and firmly fixed by a great number of tightly stretched guys. The whole machine was tight as a drum-head and resounded when rapped with the knuckles. “We carried it to the top of the hill, and Lilienthal took his place in the frame, lifting the machine from the ground. He was dressed in a flannel shirt and knickerbockers, the knees of which were thickly padded to lessen the shock in case of a too rapid descent, for in such an emergency he had learned to drop instantly to his knees after striking withjhis feet. “T stood below with my camera and watched anxiously for him to start; he faced the wind and stood lik an athlete waiting for the start- ing pistol. Presently the breeze freshened a little; he cook three rapid steps forward and was instantly lifted from the ground, sailing off nearly horizontally from the summit. He went over my head at a terrific pace, at an elevation of about fifty feet, the wind playing wild tunes on the tense cordage of the machine, and was past me before I had time to train the camera on him. Suddenly he swerved to the left, somewhat wang ed to the wind, and then.came what may have been a forerunner of the disaster of the next Sunday. It happened so quickly and I was so excited at the moment that I did not quite grasp exactly what happened, but the When answering advertisements please mention BOYS’ LIFE speed, combined with the weird hum of the wind through the cords of the machine, produces an impression that can never be forgotten. ‘A few moments’ rest were necessary before carrying the machine once more to the hill- top, and we sat on the grass and discussed the incidents of the first flight. The grasshoppers clicked about on the cloth wings, and Lilien- thal laughed at them, and said that they loved to jump about on the smooth white surface, that they were his only passengers and he frequently heard them hopping about on his machine when he was in the air. “Thefwind had freshened a trifle and a shower was seen coming across the plain. We crawled under the wings, together with a swarm of peasant children who had flocked from the neighboring farms to watch ‘Die Weise Fledermaus,’ and kept quite dry during the cloud-burst. The sun came out presently, and by the time we had reached the top of the hill the wings were quite dry. Once more he took his place in the frame and sailed away, the children running screaming after him down the steep hillside and falling over each other in their excitement. Of this flight and the subsequent ones, I was fortunate enough to secure some excellent pictures, the last ones that were ever taken of the man. “Towards the end of the afternoon, after witnessing perhaps half a score of flights, and observing carefully how he preserved his equilibrium, I managed to screw up courage enough to try the machine. We carried it 4 dozen yards or so up the hillside, and I steppec into the frame and lifted the apparatus from the ground. The first feeling is one of utter helplessness. ‘The machine weighs about forty pounds and the enormous surface spread to the wind, combined with the leverage of the ten-foot wings, makes it quite difficult to hold. It rocks and tips from side to side with every puff of air, and you have to exert your entire strength to keep it level. Lilienthal cautioned me especially against letting the apparatus dive forward and downward, which is caused (Concluded on page 61) April

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Wood Letters received and requests for Uncle Bill’s booklet on ‘‘How to Use and Keep Tools” tell us that these articles are a great help, especially to Scouts in their various tests calling for the use of tools, good turns around the Don’t forget he has prepared a booklet ‘‘How to Use and Keep Tools’’ which may be had free.— Write for your copy.— The Editors. AS I write this we are snowed under in the little village where I live, and it’s hard to imagine that when you read it it will be time to think of Spring. Summer will be just around the corner and flowers will be popping up in odd places all around the yard. I’ve been thinking about when that time will come, and I guess you’d like to make some window-boxes for your house that will keep plants all summer. Of course with a job like this the measurements have to depend on the windows you are going to decorate so I can’t give you just the dimensions to use, but I’ll tell you about my windows and you can make your boxes longer or shorter to fit. The windows on this old house are just three feet wide, so the boxes are 36 inches long, out- » etc. finished sizes you can go ahead. Make all the edges straight by testing with the side of the level. Make ends square with plane and try- square, and be sure the dimensions are right. While hard pine is better than soft white, because it doesn’t warp so quickly, other kinds of wood like spruce, white pine, or white wood can be used. Flower-boxes will never|| last very long anyway because the dirt in them] \\ keeps them constantly moist. You should always take the boxes down in winter and empty out the dirt, then turn them upside down in a dry place till spring. Most people use shelf brackets to support the boxes, but there are many other ways of doing it. One way is with strips of iron bent Z —shape and fastened as in Fig. 4. This is k--- JO”- -->1 K ------------ 36”--------------- ao ~~ * UT * k -- BH "4-21) ' 8077T0mM Fg 3 o END - xi YR 4 Fal we WIS spn. PS ae ase PR NER Z ~% fi 344 ! 7 feet] ¥ — rachel Gaesn cs =o See am OR a as to a og el ° ° * a FRONT WEW 3 Hl Fg? ra ° e . - 2) wv x -_ i Ke ‘ : . * side measurement. The¥’re 9 inches deep and 10 inches wide, made of hard pine. Here are directions for one box: Rough Sizes No. of Part Length Width Thickness Pieces Front 37” 10” s* I Back 37” 10” sa I Ends (Depth) 0” To” ” 2 Bottom 35” - a! I Finished Sizes No. of Thickness Pieces Part Length Width Front Me. 45 nw" I Back 6 & 1 wm” I Ends (Depth) 8%” 8%" wn" 2 Bottom 344%" 8%" Hw" I 30 2” No. 10 flathead wood screws. 210” x 12” black japanned shelf brackets. The pieces are put together as in Figs. 1 and 3. These diagrams show how the joints are made. The front and back extend over the edges of the ends and bottom, and the screws are put through them as in Fig. 2. The tools you need are a crosscut saw, a jack plane, a try-square, level, folding rule, pencil, hand-drill and screwdriver. (Miter box for wooden bracket described.) With these and the bill of materials showing 1\{ = = a | Why-I-Subscribed Contest Winner—Scout Robert Griffin (Age 16), Rushville, Ind. screwed to the bottom and back of the flower- box and left there. It has the advantage over the brackets of being out of the way and out of sight when the boxes are taken down. One elbow of the strip is laid on the window-sill and a nail or screw put through it when the boxes are put up. Just one screw will hold each bracket, because the pull of the box is down- ward and against the house. Another kind of support is a bracket made of wood. This is shown in Fig. 5 and is easy to make. Take three pieces of hard wood % inch by 2 inches, one ro inches long and the other two each 12 inches long. In the short piece and one of the long ones saw a notch as in the diagram 8 inches from one end. In a miter box saw the corners off each end of the third strip at 60-degree angles. Both of these cuts have to be made slanting the same way so they will leave the strip exactly 12 inches on the longer side. Screw the back piece, the one 12 inches long with the notch in it, to the house below the window ledge, allowing room for the box on top of it, and screw the 1o-inch piece to that as shown after gluing the support in position. Then put the box on it at once so its weight will make the joints tight while the glue dries. iieiieianemeall == SS —_— ——= BOUT six years ago our scoutmaster brought several copies of Boys’ Lire to one of our meetings. He distributed them among us, told us to take them home, read them, and see what we thought of them. That scoutmaster sure did one of the biggest good turns of his life when he gave us those magazines. Since reading is my favorite pas- time there was no doubt about Boys’ Lire making a big hit with me. This was in Octo- ber, just a few days before my birthday, so when I was asked what I wanted for my present I made it clear that a year’s subscription to the Boys’ Lire was leading the field by several Rules of the Why-I-Subscribed Contest |. BOYS’ LIFE will give each month a prize of $5.00 for the best letter answering the following questions: a. How you first heard of BOYS’ LIFE. b. t made you, your parents or the giver decide to subscribe c. Did earn subscription price yourself, and, if so, how? not have earned your own i i d. How would ‘or BOYS’ LIFE? 2. Any reader of BOYS’ LIFE under eighteen years of Sge may compete. 3, Phieat P P . | ~--- gaeralmete a 1929 year, and I don’t believe that a boy could find a better investment for his money than to join laps. From that time on, Boys’ Lire has occupied a permanent place in the household. Runner-on-the-Wind, Lachlan, Andy, Pete Terrell, Tod Ramsey, The Big Three, and Wild Bill have been regular companions, and | look forward to their arrival each month. Boys’ Lire will speedily cure any boy who does not like to read. For boys who love the outdoors or those who are sport fans, Boys’ Lire will hold their interest from cover to cover. It is getting bigger and better every the army of Boys’ Lire readers. 4. Descriptions must not exceed 1,000 words. _5. The name, address and age of the author, and if a Scout ce on i en ot A Dal Vy My ‘ yf Cy hy, by . Come on gang and join us / ERE is good news — big news — for hundreds of thousands of Neverleak Tire Fluid Users. Save the metal collars, stamped ‘‘NEVERLEAK” which form the top of every tube. They are worth money to you. 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ion | | \ IVLE .. >a 4 » i in, ' 4. 4 x ey) pt © Riding a New Departure equipped bicycle is a real joy—because you constantly have a sturdy little giant in the rear wheel which provides smooth, smart control of speed and stop. The New Departure Brake is built like the multiple disc clutch in father’s automobile. Twelve ‘‘steel to bronze’’ discs, pictured here, provide twenty-two breaking surfaces that grip each other in gliding resistance to speed—or in an emergency they will clinch instantly for a quick halt. Furnished on any make of bi- cycle—or your dealer can quickly instali One on your present bicycle. New Departure Coaster Brake .NEW DEPARTURE-MPFG, CO., BRISTOL, CONN. BOYS’ LIFE Think and Grin Edited by Francis J. Rigney Z, SAY boys, this is the month of showers, and it would be a good idea that we arrange a shower to dampen the enthusiasm of a certain old gent known as Old-Idle-Five-Minutes who, somehow or other, manages to crowd in on our t: sy working hours with a lot of dry jokes. Let’s soak him so that he’ll ever remain in a perpetual fog as to his whereabouts, or so that he will forever dry up. Turn on the shower, boys! Here he comes! For all contributions accepted and published in these columns an award of a scout diary will be given. No contributions returned unless accom- panied by a _ stamped, return-addressed envelope. Information Gathered TEACHER: Johnnie, name some collective nouns. JoHNNIE: Fly-paper and vacuum.cleaners. And Slim Wouldn’t Either Sum: There’s a fly in my soup. Jum: Don’t worry, he won’t drink much. 2 D ) Beating Him to It TENDERFOOT: I got a new drum for our Troop Drum Corps today. Frrst Crass (who has wanted one for week’: Well, can you beat that? Bang! Ouch! Brrr: My wife can drive nails like lightning. NirF: You don’t mean it? BirF: SureI do. Lightning, you know, never strikes twice in one place. Put Him in the Corner TEACHER: Name two corn products. Bricut Puptv: Corn beef and acorns. Of the Infantry? TEACHER: Give me the meaning of the word generous. PuriL: A woman general. FATHER: You say you are crying because you jammed your finger? Son: Yes, sir, I put my finger in the jam and mother caught me doing it. Here’s One that Beats Old I. F. M. at His Own Game Our National Scout Commissioner sent in this one and we shall see to it that he receives a brand new Boy Scout diary for his contribu- tion. It concerns a note which he himself made on the fly leaf of a book many years ago. This is it: “To Daniel C. Beard from his father age seven.” He certainly started early enough working for a 1929 diary and we be- lieve his efforts deserve recognition. Tue Eprror. Correctly Speaking TEACHER: How much time did you spend on your Latin? Pupit: Well, I should judge between twenty and thirty minutes. TEACHER: Oh, I see, ten minutes. When answering advertisements please mention BOYS’ LIFE > ra 1 BROUGHT THIS WELL UPON MYSELF 7 z / OL a Ly; ‘ ied: YF ee at SSS oe nea A Calamity AMERICAN (at Scottish football game): Why don’t they start? They ought to have kicked off an hour ago. ScoTtcHMAN: Aye, something serious has happened. AMERICAN: Not a player taken off ill? ScotcHMAN: No, worse than that, they canna find the perny they tossed up with. — =. And Heavier in the Scales TEACHER: Do fish grow fast? Joun: And how! my dad caught ours and it grows six inches every time he mentions it. Lost ABSENT-MINDED PrRoFEssor: Elizabeth, I believe I have lost the road. : AABSENT-MINDED PROFESSOR’s WIFE: Are you certain you had #& when you left the house? Blank Mr. SALESMAN: Let me demonstrate this vacuum cleaner to you. Mrs. Prospect: I don’t want it, I ain’t got no vacumes in the house. Mrs. Bjones: But this portrait makes me look so much older. Artist: That’s the beauty of it, madam. Ten years from now it will be an even better likeness of you than it is to-day Sure To ; Aviator: The engine has stalled and a wing is off. PASSENGER (on first flight and nervous): Thank goodness, now we can go down. She Knew Otp Saitor: Yes, ma’am, that’s a man-0- war. Lapy (to sailor): How interesting, and what is that little boat in front. Otp Sartor: Oh, that’s just a tug. Lapy: Oh, yes, of course, tug-o-war, I heard of them. Saw Through Him at That “In short, ladies and gentlemen,” said a high powered orator, “I can only say I wish I had a window in my bosom that you might see the emotions in my heart.” VoICE FROM THE GALLERY: How about 2 pain in your stomach? - For Auto Drivers Pedestrians should be seen and not hurt. - So to Speak “Waiter, will that pie be long?” “‘No, sir, it will be round in a minute.” And Now for a Train FooTBaLt CoacH; What experience nave you had? FRESHMAN: Well, last summer I was hit by two autos and a truck. April

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FOR ALL BOYS 53 LIFE game): oO have us has y Canna = ; and it is it, beth, I E: Are house? te this in’t got kes me nadam. better a wing rvous): man-0- z, and war, I said a I wish might bout a urt. $279 im pri Ze@$ for bot letters> "Why, I i the Jantz en’ V V HY DO so many boys like the Jantzen best of all swimming suits? We think that we know, but we'd like the boys of America to write our advertisements for us. And so we are offering valuable prizes for the best letters on the subject: “Why I prefer the Jantzen”. If you have a Jantzen now, you already know of its many features. How only the strongest, long-fibred wool is used. How the colors are literally dyed in the wool so that they will be fast. How the Jantzen- stitch process makes the fabric elastic like rubber. How other pat- ented features aid perfect fit. But tell us why you like it! If you haven’t a Jantzen yet, you’ve probably heard the other fel- lows telling about what a keen suit it is. You can write us for a free catalog, or visit your local mer- chant and ask him to tell you about the Jantzen. And when you see the new models . . . the Speed-suit, the Twosome ... you'll be raring to go on that letter and win a prize! Contest Rules Letters are to be on subject: ‘Why I prefer the Jantzen,”’ to be written on one side of paper only and must not exceed 200 words. Name, address and age should be in upper left hand corner. No one connected with the Jantzen Knitting Mills is eligible. 2. Prizes are as follows: First prize, $75.00; second prize, $50.00; third prize, $25.00; and 25 Jantzen swimming suits for 25 letters receiving honorable mention. In case of tie, duplicate prizes will be awarded. 3. All letters must be mailed and post- marked before June 15, 1929. Address Boys’ Contest Judges, Jantzen Knitting Mills, Portland, Oregon. ans 4. The judges will be Griffith Ogden _ Editor and Publisher, American Norman T. Mathiews, Editorial Staff, Boys’ Life; D. M. Botsford, Botsford- Constantine Company, Advertising. Their decisions will be final. 5. No letters will be returned unless ac- companied by return postage. All letters receiving prizes will become the property of the Jantzen Knitting Mills It is not necessary to owna suit of Jantzen. Merely visit your local mer- chant and ask him to show you a suit of Jantzen. . The suit that changed athing to swimming JANTZEN KnitTTING MILs, Dept. 53B, PoRTLAND, OREGON. Send me free Jantzen catalog. NAME ADDRESS. 1929 ! The Warring | | Stranger | —— — page 984 Hit aceenites = of prey. He came upon them from behind, driving through them, snatching them into his strong jaws and when he had slashed his way through the panic-stricken school he swung sharply about and charged a second time. They would not scatter, and it would be easy for him to herd them up and down the shallows and feast on them. until darkness interceded and wrapped the harried survivors in its protecting cloak. It was to make war on these coarse creatures, unfit for food or %@| sport, that the aggressive Eastern fish had been brought to these mountain waters, and Sturdy-fins, fighter and pioneer, had launched the first assault. His first rush had driven in the stragglers, and when he turned to strike again the front ranks turned inward and made the disorder greater. He shot through them a second time, baffling them by the abruptness of his charge. Forgotten now was his former wariness and his lust for slaughter, all his senses were intent upon the cloud of helpless fry. Two feet below, against a slab of water- logged fir bark, a mottled body shifted position craftily. A wide, flat head and two stiff pectoral fins braced against the dark bottom and then a bluntly tapering body scurried out to lie again as moveless as the bark itself. The front fins jerked once more, the tail lashed out and the bullhead rose with vicious speed. Sturdy-fins was turning to plunge again into the host of fry, when he saw his enemy close upon his flank. A wild flip shot him aside, and the bullhead’s snapping jaws came short. Unadapted for quick maneuvering it floundered as, it tried to throw itself upon the stocky, broad-flanked fish, but Sturdy-fins dodged up, then down, cleared the dark snout by a scant inch and sped away. Sulkily the stalker of the littered bottom glided defeated to his lair. Close below the dull ceiling which dusk was laying on the surface, Sturdy-fins sped to gain less dangerous water close to shore. As he neared it he came upon a small leech wavering like a blood-red pennant as it labored toward the weeds, and in one short rush he caught it, threw it aside, then bolted it greedily, his gill covers straining to force down the heavy morsel. Triumphantly he moved on and saw a fresh water shrimp mounting a stalk with fumbling legs. The thing resembled the young crayfish of his home river, and he went confi- dently closer. Suddenly the weed jungle swayed tempestu- ously and a vortex caught him broadside, turned him over, drew him toward the weeds, and at the same instant a grey-green head came at him from the ambush, and the jaws of a full-grown squawfish spread to close on him and crushed him between the tooth-like bones set within its throat. By this quick spreading of its mouth the squawfish had created the whirl of water which would suck its prey inside the smooth membrane of its toothless jaws. Sturdy-fins, staggering, chanced to stab the yellow skin below the jaw with his erect dorsal spines and the big fish, flinching, lost its brief instant of opportunity. It rammed forward but, like the bullhead, it was too sluggish to overtake the agile, dodging bass. In and out among the weed clumps Sturdy-fins sped away. He was in deeper water now, the bottom was pitching sharply into the vague depths of the lake floor when he sighted two other bass ahead of him. They separated and joined erratically as they foraged the warm | strata just below the surface. One had turned to worry a drowned grey moth, and) Sturdy-fins, covetous of the titbit, was speed- ing forward when below the moth he saw a warning glint of white as the dolly varden, or char, came upward, exposing its underside to the failing light. The bass beside the moth was seized, and the great tail sent boiling eddies to the surface to mark the place where the young adventurer had perished. This was not the first bass to be devoured by the great cannibal who ruled these mountain waters, since it had moved out from the flat rock to feed that evening. While the tree shadows still stretched over the lake, he had prowled along the edge of shoal. He was the overlord of that under-water kingdom, his lair the safe reach beside the flat rock, his hunting grounds the edge of shallow and the outlet channel. He held for himself the most No wonder youth looks to the Sky Youth, alert and eager, seeks new fields for conquest—and finds them today, the sky. Youth is the spirit of Goodyear. This company is young in years—one of the youngest, although it is the greatest rubber company of the world. That Goodyear now has under construc- tion in Akron a vast new dirigible factory is simply a token of the youthful, pioneer- ing spirit which has made Goodyear the greatest name in rubber. That more people ride on Goodyear Tires than on any other kind—that more tons are hauled on Goodyear Tires than on any other kind—that more people walk on Goodyear Wingfoot Heels than any other kind—all these stand as symbols of what the spirit of youth can accomplish in this forward-moving world today. 66687 YEAR Copyright 1929, by The Goodyear Tire & Rubber Co., Ine. The Greatest Name In Rubber When answering advertisements please mention BOYS’ LIFE

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Use a Dayton Steel Racquet now 7 7 and make the team in college! SK any of the older boys what kind of racquet they’re using now on the college courts. Ask why the Dayton Steel Racquet is the racquet that’s winning the letters today on the college teams. Speed /— that’s the answer. It’s the fastest racquet made to- day—just as a plane is faster than a car. It cuts the air like a knife. Zing. Your drive is over the net like a shot. A split second later and he’d have gotten it. But he didn’t—you re too fast for him—you’ve got a Dayton Steel Racquet. Dayton Steel Racquet Company, Dayton, O. ule. DAYTO Ne EEL-RACO UET Every Boy Wants mxAce ~ Holder of All 1928 Official American Records for Class A Motors This year you will want a Lockwood ‘‘Ace.”’ You will prefer it to any other Outboard for three reasons: Ist—Its Record-Breaking Speed. Every 1928 Class A Record in the outboard field is held by the Lock- wood Ace. 2nd—lIts Greater Safety. Only Lockwood Motors have that constant safety feature—the Lockwood Pilot —the ‘‘Unseen hand that takes hold of the Motor when you let go”’ and makes sudden reverse impossible. 3rd—lIts Light Weight. No boy wants a Motor that is too light to drive a boat at racing speed. The Lockwood “Ace” is the fastest of all Motors built light enough for a boy to handle. So when Dad talks motors to you, remind him that here is not only the peppiest, fastest Motor of its class, but also the Safest of All Outboards —weighs only $0 Ibs. With the Lockwood “‘Ace,” You can enjoy speed with yourself. You can enjoy the t tent not possible wi ou can challenge all ‘‘comers.” § You can handle the Motor ill of water motoring to an ex- any other Motor of similar weight. Write for Free Folder ocscibing ii complete Lock The “Ace,” “Silent Chief,” and “Racing Chief.” Lock wood Motor Co. °735,.235"iien” Ace Price $155 LOCKWOOD Outboard Motors When answering advertisements please mention BOYS’ LIFE abundant feeding grounds, exacted heavy toll on all the lesser fish, and in the months which were to follow he became the arch enemy of the young strangers from the East, that had been brought there to menace his undisputed rule. More than any other living thing in Goat Lake he depleted their too-scanty numbers. Even had they all survived, none would have attained his length and weight, and yet in years to come he was to be chal- lenged by one of them whose courage and tenacity of purpose was greater than his own. Sturdy-fins hastened to the shallows, and sought a place where he could not be am- bushed by lurkers in the weeds or driftwood tangles of the bottom. There he lay while all shapes were merged into the unpatterned blanket of the night. The evening feeding time was over, in mid-lake a pair of loons laughed cruelly, and below the surface hunters and hunted lay with slowly-moving fins to await the return of light. The following spring, when the dwellers in Goat Lake came from the depths to seek their summer haunts, of the scores of black bass that had cruised the lower end of the lake the previous summer, only three remained. The few, who on the day of their release had gone directly up the lake, had either perished or had found haunts which suited them, for none returned to join the survivors. Sturdy-fins, lustiest and most knowing of the three, led the short migration shoreward, and because the flat rock and its surroundinzs resembled reaches of his Eastern river, he in- stinctively chose it for his own. There on sunny afternoons the breeze caressed the rock with purling wavelets, and in its lee a few yellow water lilies spread canopies beneath which he could drowse. The drift of the current was toward the outlet channel a hundred yards along the sweeping curve of shore, and the jutting rock ledge narrowed the broad shallows to a passage through which traveling fish must go. Here was choice hunting, and though the char resented his invasion, Sturdy-fins persisted. Many times the spotted body of the big fish charged, but each time the doughty poacher got away un- scathed. The other two, following the example of Sturdy-fins, remained close by and raided the preserves of the sullen monarch. And then one evening in July the char had its revenge. Until mid-day the air had been sultry, then black clouds had billowed over the crest of the range and released a pelting rain which pebbled the surface with transient bubbles, and beat down a host of flying things that in the calm of evening lay bedraggled and unable to rise. Here was a rare variety of fare, and the trio ranged close below the surface, snatch- ing down the soft bodies, foraging with ease. Below them in the gloom the spotted monarch prowled. A limp-winged honey bee struggled spas- modically, ruffling a disc of surface with its futile vibrations. The three young bass con- verged upon the prize. Unseen beneath them a long shadow drifted upward. Tail and white-edged fins seemed hardly to move until when it had halved the distance it rushed upon them. They scat- tered, but the hooked teeth crunched across the belly of the nearest bass and it was borne down, maimed, to be eaten in the vague depths, while Sturdy-fins and the other survivor fled for the shelter of the lily pads. All summer the ceaseless war went on. When the char pressed the fight the two re- treated, only to appear again in the disputed water near the rock. No squawfish or bull- head in the lake dare attack them now, and few days passed in which they did not kill some of the smaller among their former enemies. Only the largest were immune from sudden, fierce attack. In the fall, the rains began again. The steep side-hills were shrouded in drifting mist and though its surface did not freeze, the lake water became cold. Some breeds of. fish would have been oppressed and killed by the strangeness of it all, but Sturdy-fins and the other brave adventurer battled on alone. They were warriors who gave no quarter and who expected none. During the spring of his maturity, he came up from the depths where he had wintered, ate mightily and by June was in prime condi- tion again. Then he began to make his -nest, the nest which Greenan had seen from his canoe. Sturdy-fins turned the small stones to suit his fancy, fanned them clean with pulsating beats of his fins and slower sweeps of his tail. When at last the nest was arranged to suit his fancy, Sturdy-fins brought the other bass, his mate, to it and there, among the crevices between the stones, the eggs were left. His mate swam away to forage and Sturdy-fins remained to guard them until they hatched. BOYS’ LIFE SPRENGER'S PEA SOUP with BEAN SOUP Soacon Appetizing — Nourishing No Waste O tasty camp dishes that you can prepare anywhere in a few minutes. Nothing to add but water. Each package holds enough to make six g iy of delicious soup. Mar! on the package show you exactly how much to use for one, two or more servings. You can pack these in any kit; they will keep indefinitely. Leading sports goods houses recommen Sprenger’s Pea and Bean Soups with Bacon, for them. Mail the coupon below with 25c (coin or stamps); we'll send you postpaid two Sample Packages— our Pea Soup with Bacon and Bean Soup with Bacon. Each contains enough for six generous servings. Sprenger Food Co., Inc. Dept. G Lancaster, Pa. SPRENGER FOOD CO., Inc. Dept. G Lancaster, Pa, Gentlemen: Enclosed find 25c. Please send me post- paid one package of your Pea Soup with Bacon and one package of your Bean Soup with Bacon. Post Office Street My Sporting Goods Dealer is e = ; RAISING RABBITS 1 Money. too. 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‘Only once did he leave the place volun- tarily. He was ready to guard it with his life, for in his home river more than one of his forebears had died to repel in- vaders, and the stranger in Goat Lake was worthy of the best traditions of his fighting stock. And then as he came circling back after his short absence, he saw, moving in- solently over it, the long spotted body of the char. In the creed of the small mouth black bass, odds are never reckoned at a time like this. The char was three times the weight of Sturdy-fins, but had he been ten times his size, the angry bass would not have flinched. Hard and fast he drove straight at the char’s | unprotected flank. The big fish churned | about, then lunged. | But before the turn was completed, the | audacious bass had closed again, and this time his aim was perfect. One of the fan-like | pectoral fins, edged with white, was rammed into his open mouth and his strong jaws closed upon it. In its frenzy, the char rolled completely over, | scraping the bass against the bottom, but fail- ing to break that bulldog grip. Unable to | balance itself, the char tried to swim, only to | be snubbed short by the lashing body it must | tow. Billowing clouds of silt were kicked up | so that the unevenly snatched foes fought in | semi-darkness. The char lurched suddenly upright, lashed out fiercely against the bottom with its spread tail and rose in a twisting sweep, then head and tail almost meeting, it straightened so abruptly that the clenched teeth of the bass tore off the membrane, and the fin was shaken free. The char, furious as a crazed wolf, confident of victory, rammed the lighter fish before he had righted himself and seized him full across the back, just behind the dorsal fin. The char dived heavily, shot along the bottom and collided head on with a flat stone, so that the bass was pinned against it. Sturdy-fins’ straining gills drew in the swirling silt and all but stifled him. The char’s jaws bore more heavily upon his straining sides. Writhe as he might, Sturdy- fins could not break away. He was cornered, his struggles became less violent and because of the silt choking him he could not survive for long. A full minute passed and though he did not move, the muscles of his flanks were taut with effort. A sucker, squawfish or other coarse fish of the lake, would have gone limp under the terrific constriction, but Sturdy-fins, staunch descendant of a warrior clan, showed no sign of surrender. His tail, curved against the smooth side of the stone, straightened and, jolting the head of the big fish, tore a sharp pointed dorsal spine along the skin of its cheek. Involuntarily the char lurched. That gave Sturdy-fins his chance, and rallying gloriously he broke free, slid along the side of the stone and was gone. The crazed char shot in pursuit. But it had yet to learn of the black bass breed. In- stead of fleeing to the shelter of the water weeds, Sturdy-fins, panting, bruised, his skin bearing a raw welt where the big jaws had held him, went only to his nest. And it was there that Jim Greenan, drifting in his canoe, looked down and saw the climax to the under- water war. Half blinded, the char cut upward in erratic spirals and floundered on the surface, its tail beating the water to a froth. Greenan paddled swiftly, but the char went into a flurry of rolling, then its attacker dived again. The hold was still unbroken when they struck the bottom. Once again the big char lashed furiously with its tail, kicking itself along the bottom in short jerks, struggling with such violence that bones and membrane could stand the strain no longer, and all but the knobby base of the fin was torn away. Viciously the smaller fish turned to the assault, but the big cannibal, for years the cruel overlord of the lake, was beaten. It was crippled, able to swim only in short rushes, and its only thought was of escape. Plunging down the sloping bottom it sought the depths of the lake floor. Down and down he went with Sturdy-fins in hot pursuit. When they reached the great gloom fifty feet below the surface, the bass turned back. Greenan, peering excitedly down, saw him swim grandly back to his nest and mount guard over it again. “You win, oldtimer,” he whispered. ‘Noth- ing in this lake can stop you now.” Then the warden paddled off, leaving him alone over his nest from which would come the

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An EAGLE SCOUT és never without his OFFICIAL FIRST AID KIT? The Eagle Scouts that you read about don’t pretend to be any different from you. They simply are equipped for the emergency. They know what to do and have the courage to do it. They never show up at a meeting without their Official First Aid Kit on their belts. They never go anywhere without it. “The handiest thing in the world,” they say. A chance to do a good turn with it may occur any moment. EAGLE SCOUT ANDREW K. AULT Winner of a Harmon Foundation Award. Regarded as one of the out- standing Scouts in the Charleston, West Virginia Council. . OFFICIAL inst AID Wr Contains sterile gauze, sterile band- Boy SCOUTS # AMERICA. ages, adhesive tape, mercurochrome a® Commences he Beaver & Beek Sonees ORS . -. nearly every First Aid necessity. Uncle Dan Beard urges every Scout to have it. Costs but a little—75c in nobby canvas pouch with belt loop, at Scout Supply Departments or Drug Stores. BAUER ann BLACK DIVISION OF THE KENDALL co. Chicago - New York + Toronto THE OFFICIAL SCOUT FIRST AID KIT MAKERS OF = LOOK at N= your Shoes get the “once-over” first! They must be neat, to make a good impression. Be “polished”—2 minutes a day does it, with “old reliable” SuinovA © @ vl 10. and 15- 15 The Home Shoe Polishes All Colors—At All Dealers P. S. Treat your car to a quick, brilliant, non-spotting shine! Use 2 ww 1 or Shinola—Tan for body and fenders (will not affect color of car). Use 2 1n 1 Black for the top. TEPREUAAD Ede tT T ET | Varsity Stuff (Continued from page 12) Hi \ ene -_ | “They'll be looking for you to knock the cover off, it, Tom. We'll fool ’em. Lay a nice, slow, sneaky little bunt right down to- wards first—and don’t play soccer with it on the way!” ““Yes, sir!” grunted Tom, whose one great ambition was to sock it over the gymnasium. He went up, tightened his belt—the signal to the tensely waiting Doyer. “Watch this guy! Watch this guy!” barked the stocky freshman catcher. “He just got orders to paste it out of the lot!” Long Tom Welch repressed a grin. He let the first one, a low, fast curve, go by. Ball One. The same with the second, in the same groove. Ball Two. The next one had his number on it. Up on his toes, sliding his fingers along the smooth haft of the bat. The thing jarred in his taut grasp; the white ball bobbled away up the first base path. Head down, long, lean legs pumping hard, he spurted past it, jumped over it, broke into a wild sprint for the sack, knowing that behind him catcher and pitcher werescrambling for the ball. The scampering freshman catcher scooped it up, attempted to whip it to first over Long Tom’s tall shape. The throw went whistling just above the upstretched tip of the first baseman’s mitt. Harry Doyer cracked the plate with his spikes a full ten seconds before the right fielder’s*throw lammed into the frantic catcher’s mitt. Long Tom Welch ended up panting heavily on second base. He went to third a few minutes later, after the cracking freshman pitcher, disturbed by his team-mates’ errors, had walked two men. Then Christy Jensen, the Midlands flat-footed catcher, obliged the frantic school stands by neatly smashing one of the second story gymnasium windows with a most beauti- ful home run. That was that ball game; the desperate freshmen team could not touch Von Engels in the ninth inning. ‘June. Hot, long days of practice. Long evenings in the cool darkness of his room, talking with Hardy, with Harry Doyer and Jack Von Engels about what was ahead of them all there, the next year in college. Then, gradually, their nerves began to tighten up under the end-of-the-season strain. Exam time and the College Boards were coming. And the game with Grove Hill. And, from all accounts, Grove Hill had just as good a team as Midlands, if not a little better. For Grove Hill had beaten quite badly the only two teams which had been able to whip Midlands. Long Tom Welch and the others thought of that time and again during the dirty, slow trip in the train from Midlands to Grove Hill. Then, once on the field in their spotless new uniforms, they forgot about it. For half a dozen big buses had brought over two hundred Midlanders to Grove Hill, and that two hundred went into wild cheers, then into the stirring, sweeping lines of the seventy years’ old school song as the team came trotting out. Long Tom Welch and the rest grinned; that was the stuff; that was the old school spirit! Slowly, the tense innings dragged out. It was a pitchers’ battle, pure and simple. Von Engels against the three crack Grove Hill pitchers who followed one another on the mound, pitching perfect ball, keeping the straining Midlanders from getting any further than second base. It was scoreless up until the last half of the eighth. Then Von Engels stumbled a bit in his beautiful pace, allowed two hits and a walk. Out of which the swift- working, ever confident Grove Hill men made arun. Just one run—but enough. Somehow, stocky Jack Von Engels caught hold of himself then, came back, struck out two men, worked the last one for an easy infield out, Hardy to Welch. Leaving their gloves behind them, the Midlanders came trotting in for their last turn at the bat. Now or never, they all knew. The serious-faced coach picked out three men, Hardy, Doyer, and Long Tom Welch of Conahoyga. Hardy, like Doyer and Long Tom, playing his last game for the school, managed ‘to poke out a whistling single which sped cleanly between the swift-running Grove Hill short- stop and third baseman. Doyer went up, with orders for the hit and run. He slapped at the first ball pitched, connected, and bounded over first base, safe by a foot. 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FOR ALL BOYS Chopping a 13-inch log in 55 seconds HIS feat is only one of the many start- ling exhibitions of chopping by Peter McLaren, Champion Chopper, who uses Plumb Axes exclusively. He says: “I often demonstrate with the Plumb Official Scout Axe during my work among Scouts. It has the same steel, the hardness, the temper, the correct taper of blade, and the balance, that Plumb Chopping Axes have.” Gleaming Red Handle stamped in gold; glossy Black Head, decorated ‘in gold with your emblem. Take-up wedge to keep handle tight, just by a turn of the screw. Beautiful, durable, and Official. At hard- ware stores or Official outfitters. Price, $1.40; with leather sheath, $1.80. Fayette R. Plumb, Inc., Phila., U. S. A. PLUMB ] DOUBLE LIFE Prices are slightly {| Hammers Hatchets higher in Far: West whifiles Sledges Axes and Canada. Build this IDEAL Flying Model of the Ford Monoplane APERFECT 3-ft. miniature of the ‘* FloydfBennett,”” used by Comman the Tri-motor plane now y er Byrd in the Antarctic. Anybody can build and fly it. The IDEAL Complete Construction Outfit contains everything needed; all , fittings and ma Is, full plans, diagrams and instructions. The Model is guaranteed to fly when correctly built. Complete Construction Outfit.$8.50 (West of Denver, Colo., and in | Pree ores $9.00) Ask Your Dealer, or Order Direct Plans for Model Airplanes Semplete,, accurate 1-2 size j== with of the following: ing: Fonds ow " York™Parie, FOKKER; Cord Model Book Free with each pian. 64-page Book for Model Builders tains building idore and Racers: ‘ul Tnformation a saat odele: Materials and Fittings for all Kinds of Models for Sc. IDEAL AEROPLANE &SUPPLY CO., Inc. JOT AL roneee eS = . 24 West 19th Street, New York City ‘You good for one more frame, Jack?” Von Engels looked up steadily. “Yes, I am, coach. They got to me this last time, but, not again!” The coach nodded jerkily. “ All right, then, Tom; hit it out!” “Good!” grunted Long Tom Welch “Great!” He walked slowly towards the plate, to meet the disgruntled captain, coming in from second, on the way. Grinning broadly, he grasped Hardy’s arm, pointed to the row of big Midlands auto buses parked far behind the Grove Hill centre fielder. “Hey, boy, will you buy me a jigger if I put one over the buses?” “Tom,” said the other with a short, serious grin,” if you do, I’ll fill you so full of jiggers to-night you won’t eat for a month!” “That,” said Long Tom Welch,” is a promise!” He obliged with the fourth ball pitched to him; laced it in a drumming white line, mak- ing the bus drivers duck and jump. He walked across the plate; the Grove Hill outfielders were still hunting for the ball. Von Engels, too, in his half of the ninth, kept his promise. Three men—three outs. Once more, for the third time in four years, Midlands had beaten their traditional oppo- nents of Grove Hill. The two teams cheered each other. The white-clad cheer-leaders brought the long ‘‘boom-las!” forth from both stands, then the weary men jerked away for the showers, eager to get back to Midlands. Long Tom, Doyer, Von Engels and Hardy broke away from the mad celebration about the bon-fire under the arch about eleven o’clock and trotted down the hill to High Street and the Jigger Shop. The ‘ Doctor” was just closing up. Hardy made him open up again. Two hours later the quartette came up the hill, not running now. The huge bonfire under the gray-stone arch had crumbled to red embers; every one but themselves had already gone to bed. Harry Doyer stopped directly beneath the arch, threw back his head and croakingly began the chorus of the school song: “‘Tts an old school, and a great school! The on-lee schoo-ool for mee—eel” The only silent one of that quartette was Long Tom Welch of Conahoyga. He had been stuffed so full of jigger sundaes he could not even speak. A Jungle Incubator VERY interesting are the habits of the brush turkey, which is a native of Australia. Turning its back to the chosen spot, the brush turkey begins to scratch. Huge bunches of leaves and twigs from the jungle floor fly toward the common center as if borne on the wings of a whirlwind. In an incredibly short time a heap of very respectable proportions is formed, perhaps as high as six feet and ten or twelve feet in diameter. The core is composed ;of humus and leaves in an advanced stage of decomposition. The outer layer of coarser material forms a protective jacket for what is destined to become the incubation chamber. After the mound has stood for a period suffi- cient to insure the beginning of fermentation, the bird scrapes away the cover and digs a hole in the center of the mass. There the female lays her eggs, point down. Then she closes the mound again. While the mound contains eggs the parents watch over it with great solicitude and quickly repair any damages to it. The heat generated by the decaying vegetation gives the interior of the mound a temperature of about 95 de- grees Fahrenheit. A temperature of 100 to 103 degrees is required to hatch the eggs of domestic fowl, but those of the brush turkey seem to need less heat. After six weeks the first chick emerges. Buried beneath a heap of sodden rubbish, the young bird seems to be in a hopeless case. But, young as he is, he is equal to the occasion. From his parents he has inherited sturdy feet and the will to use them. He promptly scratches his way to the surface and begins to preen his feathers in the sun- shine, for feathers he has, and wings, too. Disdainful of parental discipline, he scuttles off into the underbrush, to search for insects. But the parents are not offended, for he is a perfect stranger to them. When night ap- proaches the youngster flies on precocious wings to a convenient perch, and spends the night in happy indifference to his lonely state. 57 What is Inside your "Telephone and Fjow it C1 A Bell System Advertisement Have you ever wondered what happens when you speak into the transmitter = your tele- hone? How it is that every word you say can caught up and delivered to the telephone at the other end of the line? How each word is teproduced distinctly, whether the friend you are talking to is in the next block or across the continent? Here is the story. Your. voice causes sound waves in the air very much like the small waves set in motion when a pebble is dropped in water. But these sound waves, traveling through the air in every direction, can be heard for only a short distance. Even the loudest shout soon dies away to silence. Electrical waves, however, carried along on wires from place to place, can travel thousands of miles in a fraction of a second. Therefore, by changing sound waves into electrical waves it is possible to send your voice many, many miles over telephone wires. Inside the transmitter is a small box partly filled with fine grains of carbon. The lid of this box is flexible enough to vibrate freely, yet tight enough to keep the carbon grains from spilling out. Against this lid is held a thin metal diaphragm or disc located at the front of the transmitter, and it is upon this disc that the sound waves of your voice strike. When you lift your receiver, a contact is made in the telephone circuit that allows a steady current of electricity to flow through the transmitter like this . When you speak, your voice waves set the metal dia- phragm vibrating and cause the box lid to press in and out on the carbon particles. As a result of this changing pressure on the car- bon mass, its resistance to the flow of current is first lowered and then raised and a varying amount of electrical current passes through it. This causes the current to ripple like this >. And it is these electrical ripples— now many times stronger than the voice waves —that travel over the wires to another tele- phone where they are changed back into sound waves by the telephone receiver. Connected with the Bell System there are millions of telephones, providing a nation- wide network of communication. "T tansmitter Works One of these Boys Will Fail ~ IF equal health and intelligence, have qualities for success—but one rs, Where Sell dread meet people bowl act st eptitee disabill sy 1 EE, mecwus qpetens in ity ne m _a often the of ill healt can So sees As hundreds other stammerers have been cured permanent aed if Bag hd ring io i me nty y is based on the princi ie of co-ordi- nation between the mind and No Sins ot to ope Insite and dstiptien of is ‘us ani on methods fn : “Stammer- ee em in Mr. Bogue’s . ing—lIts Cause and Its Cure,’’ furnished on request. Address free STAMMERERS + MRexcraft + RexcraFt Official Bugles are sold by Music Dealers, Scout Outfitters, and Sporting Goods Stores. Key of ‘G”" slide to “‘F.” U.S. Specifications. FREE with every Rexcrart Official Bugle a copy of “A Only five notes to learn. Any boy of 7 years can blow the RExcraFT. 57 Jay Street, Brooklyn REXCRAFT, Inc., 57 Jay Street, Brooklyn, New York Bogue Institute for Sd ES . 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Mr. AxRo am = will help make, RA NEW“CHAMP" at OCEAN CITY, N.J. Mr. Akro is right on the job helping to make a new marble champion. All over the country .... all over the world .... he is showing boys that Akro Agates are sure-fire winners. Akro Agates are perfectly round . . . they have to roll where you aim ’em. You can’t chip ’em . . . they’re hard as nails! Let Mr. Akro help you become the marble champion. Insist on Akro Agates in “the box with the crow.” A letter from you to MR. AKRO, enclosing 3 cents in stamps, will bring you this in- teresting booklet, telling all about marble games and tour- nament rules. She AKRO AGATE COMPANY CLARKSBURG W.VA. 22 DEPARTMENT A~4 205? LOOK FOR THE CROW ON EVERTY BOX AIRPLANES Bl o Ws i eae ay A From Hawaii Mt. Carmel Mfg. Co. Schofield, Oahu, T. H. DearSirs: Yesterday was Avii- tion Club Day. We received our Construction Outfit (Se: No. 1). In about an ho r and a half I riveted = and covered the ide and } Ani ge I took it out and flew it. flew gracefully! I have already made many planes and racers, but never Don’t miss the fun of mak- BOYS ing and flying a “MOCAR” in my life have I gotten a plane that you could make 30 easily, so quickly HERE IS THE GREATEST VALUE YOU’VE EVER SEEN — pee | started ‘makiog A GENUINE ALUMINUM MODEL AIRPLANE “ie ie Sas the fin? of plane that THAT REALLY FLIES, AT A SMALL PRICE the "“Green-Horns.”* coped The ‘‘Mocar’ monoplane—Set No. I—is a copy ot Lindbergh's famous Spirit of St. Louis. Wing spread 18 inches, fuselage 12 inches, powerful motor, special pro- and from the Schools peller, rubber-tired disc wheels. Weight complete only am. Carmel Mfg. Co. about 234 oz. This is a practical, simple, real model plane em Mocar modal airplane that gives you a whole lot of fun at a very moderate cost. walsh 1 cadares f a some time The all metal construction makes a sturdy plane that ae will stand a whole lot of abuse. The outfit is mounted on ee ocar model airplanes for one cardboard with all parts plainly marked and full instruc- end ‘caste joe E, CUFFEL, tions for assembly. . Pliers only tool necessary. * Instr. Manual Arts, Sanborn, lowa Construction set No. 1. Complete with rivets, bolts, y wheels, wing and op covering material, only $1.50 . postpaid (3 for $4.00). Mode) L made up ready to fly Whe F Oe $2.25 (3 for $6.00) postpaid GREAT FUN, LEARN HOW TO MAKE AND FLY AIRPLANES Order now—or see your dealer THE MOUNT CARMEL MFG. CO. Dept. B NEW see CONN. Noi 91 Yours very truly KIGOSHI UZAWA. i) ms VAL a WA, Pesteend BOYS’ LIFE ‘Puzzlecraf te AN INQUIRING scout asks, “Do you get more puzzles than you can print? If so, what do you do with them?” The answer to the first question is “yes.” The very best puzzles are selected to use and are assigned prizes. The others are laid aside to be used as space allows. It may be well to add that, with so much material to draw upon, it is no small honor for a scout to find his puzzle printed in Boys’ Lire. Many con- tributions worthy to be published are received every month and we congratulate their clever makers. All contributions and puzzle answers should be received not later than the r1oth of the month. Prize Winners for Original Puzzles Wesley Wichman, $2. Charles McCollough, I. Prize Winners for Puzzle Answers Melvin N. Bricher, $2. Paul Althouse, $2. Novel Acrostic (Prize Puzzle) All of the words described contain the same number of letters. When rightly guessed and written one below another, the initials reading downward, and another row of letters reading upward, will spell a suggestion of our earliest school days. Reapinc Across: 1. A state in Brazil. 2. Vivacity. 3. To extend equally. 4. A hin- derance. 5. In England it is called a “lift.” 6. Like a fable. 7. Pertaining to the throat. 8. Avery large cask. 9. To trespass, especially on copyright. 10. The inventor of a famous loom. 11. Something strapped to a soldier’s back. 12. ASeptemberholiday. 13. Aname wrongly applied —WEsLEY WICHMAN. Cross-word Enigma My first is in scent but not in armor; My second, in armor but not in scent; My third is in scent but not in armor; My fourth is in armor but not in scent; So are my fifth and sixth; My seventh is in scent but not in armor; So are my eighth and ninth; My tenth is in armor but not in scent. My whole is a capital city. FONTAINE C. ARMISTEAD. Metamorphoses The problem is to change one given word to another by altering one letter at a time, each alteration making a new word, the number of letters always being the same and the letters always in the same order. ExAmpLe: Change bobs to toes in three moves. ANSWER: Bobs, boys, toys, toes. 1. Change Bats to RoBE in four moves. 2. Change STONE to BROKE in nine moves. 3. Change Cotp to WIND in seven moves. —MakrvIn BisuHop, JR. An English Acrostic 42 6 48 — ends 16 9 — 15 _-— 36 — 32 ia 24 22 40 19 28 Feit at 12 -- 37 ee 39 ung 33 — 13 II — Pleas mn 17 1. Wisdom. 2. To en- dure. 3. Is fully aware of. 4. A big water- pipe for supplying a community.. 5 A tor- toise held in high esteen. 6. A long-necked and long-legged pink bird. 7. A religious offering. 8. Restoration from sickness. 9. Sunrise. 1o. A glassy volcanic rock. 11. One who lives near another. 12. Pertaining to alkali. 13. Holiday. 14. An antagonist. 15. To veto. When these words have been rightly guessed, the initial letters (indicated by stars) will spell a very famous English town. The | w oo PETTITT ISt D4 Dd Dd Dd Od Od Bd Od dd OH OO £18 | READING ACROSS: letters represented by the figures from 1 to 6, When answering advertisements please mention BOYS’ LIFE an English city; from 7 to 17, the man who conferred distinction on the town named by the initials; from 18 to 25, part of Great Britain; from 26 to 38 and from 39 to 48, each name an English sovereign.—ARTHUR TABBERT. Double Diagonals Across: 1. Food divinely supplied. 2. A mythological monster. 3. A thin jet of water. 4. A tree. 5. To express mirth or happiness. From the upper left-hand letter to the lower right-hand letter, and from the upper right-hand letter to the lower left-hand letter, each name a month. II Across: 1. Parts of the hand. 2. Careless and untidy: 3. The science that treats of the structure and development of the earth. 4. It needs clams to make this. 5. An essential part. 6. A collection of fruit-trees. 7. Sedate. From the upper left-hand letter to the lower right-hand letter, and from the upper right-hand letter to the lower left-hand letter, each name what we may expect very soon.— RussELL GARDNER. Numerical Enigma I am composed of twenty-seven letters and form the motto of a famous benevolent or- ganization. My 8—15—20 is a sweet kind of biscuit. My 27—1—5—23 is insipid. My 12—17—9— 3—16 is a valuable grain. My 19—25—26— 13—10 is a strait between the mainland and an island.. My 14—24—6—22—18 is courage- ous. My 2—11—4—21—7 is the root of all evil.—Everett U. Irisu. Word-Square 1. Musical organizations. 3. In no way. 4. An idler. EUGENE WISNIEWSKI. An Added Syllable (Prize Puzzle) Prefix the same syllable to all of the words defined to make a new word: 1. Add the syllable to a color, and make to repulse. 2. To hypocritical talk, and make to disavow. 3. To a coin, and make new. 4. To gather, and make to call to mind. 5. To aspiral, and make to start back. 6. Toa string, and make to write down. 7. Tocon- struct, and make toimprove. 8. To melt, and make ‘to deny. 9. To a high wind, and make to entertain royally. 10. To tardy, and make to tell. 11. To a church season, and make to yield. 12. To the ocean, and make to stay. 13. To asmall particle, and make distant. 14. To a couple, and make to mend. 15. Toa fuel, and make to imitate. 16. Toa harbor, and make a formal statement. 17. Toasearch, and make a plea. 18. To wicked, and make to defame. 19. To a kind of meat, and make to disclose. 20. To a civil wrong, and make a sharp reply —CHARLES McCoLLoucu. 2. To worship. 5. A conduit.— Answers to March Puzzles PouiticaL Acrostic. Primals, Woodrow Wilson. Across: 1. Wood. 2. Odor. 3. Ohms. 4. Dart. 5. Ruff. 6. Oars. 7. Weld. 8. West. 9. Imam. 1o. Levy. zr. Scab. 12. Owes. 13. Nice. From 1 to 34, “The world must be made safe for democracy.” Cross-worp EnicMA. Nuthatch. NUMERICAL EnicMA. “A tool becomes more valuable if it is at hand when needed.” TriPLE Beneapincs. Theodore Roosevelt. 1. Con-tour. 2. Sop-hist. 3. How-ever. 4. Abs-orbs. 5. Can-died. 6. Rec-over. 7. Bar-rack. 8. Asp-erse. 9. Gar-rote. 10. Ign-ores. 11. Imm-oral. 12. Pre-side. 13. Rel-ease. 14. Cre-vice. 15. Pat-ella. 10. Sub-lime. 17. Ban-tams. ; CenTRAL Acrostic. John J. Pershing. r. Conjure. 2. Recover. 3. Perhaps. 4 Abandon. 5. Disjoin. 6. Drapery. 7. Sev- eral. 8. Narrate. 9. Reasons. 10. Highest. 11. Bewitch. 12. Heinous. 13. Druggist. CusE. From 1 to 2, wildcat; 1 to 3, widower; 2 to 4, tidings; 3 to 4, rallies; 5 to 6, synony™; 5 to 7, special; 6 to 8, mollify; 7 to 8, lamprey; 1 to 5, webs; 2 to 6, ‘trim; 4 to 8, slay; 3 to 7; real. LeTTER-worpDs. S-c-o-u-t-s, Worp Appition. Ate. April

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“We're not sticking our feet into any bear | traps,” said Sandy. “At least not if we can | help it. And those Terrors are probably just dying to get even for their ducking. But we’re not going to give ’em the.chance to take it out on us!” On a Thursday afternoon in early April an interesting notice was posted on the bulletin board at Prescott High. FIRST CALL! Candidates for BASEBALL TEAM! Report Field House To-morrow—3 :30 Coach Jed Potter. This drew enthusiastic attention, mostly on the part of the West Side crowd. Sandy, emerging from a class room and seeing the gathering in front of the board, strolled over. “Baseball!” he said, in pleased surprise. “That’s great!” “Not so good for us,” Hoop, standing near- by answered. “The Terrors have about every position sewed up.” “Who said so?” Sandy rejoined, glancing warily about as he observed that those around the board were mostly West Siders. “They filled six out of nine positions last year,” informed Hoop. “And our three on the team didn’t have a chance to show much. They even blamed us for losing the big game with Redfield.” “Huh!” was Sandy’s low-voiced comment. “They won’t get away with that stuff this year!” “‘Tt’s liable to be worse,”’ said Hoop, dourly. “They elected Slug Pickens team captain which won’t give us the ghost of a show!” Sandy scratched his chin reflectively. So this was how matters stood! Things didn’t look so bright at that! Have to hand it to those Terrors for being wily politicians. They knew how to organize to give themselves every f£ ).sible superiority. “Well, so you’re figuring on going out for the team?” Slug Pickens had suddenly joined the group. His greeting of Sandy was tinged with sarcasm and feeling. Interest at once centered upon the two with Sandy now accepted, due to his leadership of the hitherto downtrodden Wild- cats, as Slug’s foremost rival. “You’re right!” acknowledged the new East Sider, turning about to face his caustic questioner. “I’m not only figuring, I’m going out for the team!” Slug grinned his derision. “And what position are you going out for?” he demanded. Sandy hesitated, eyeing his opponent testily. “What do you play?” he retorted. “Third,” answered Slug, quickly. “Then, decided Sandy, “I. guess third’s good enough for me!” For a moment a prickly silence followed, to be broken by sudden uncontrollable sfiickers. The Chief Terror stood, face flushed, glaring at the fellow whose audacity had exceeded all bounds. “The conceit of that guy!” razzed a Terror, “‘Slug’s got third base cinched. He’s the best third baseman old Prescott ever had!” “Until Sandy!” put in Hoop, seeing a chance to heap coals on the fire. “‘Bah!” was Slug’s comeback. “Try out for third if you want to, but it isn’t going to get you anywhere! Where did you ever play ball before?” “On a baseball diamond mostly,” wise- cracked Hoop; ‘“‘where’d you suppose?” The Chief Terror registered impatience. “You birds are getting altogether too fresh!” he charged, hotly. “You wait and see; not a one of you will make the team this year! You East Siders can’t play ball and never could. Lost the big game last year for us.” “Yeah?” broke in Pink, who, with Sly anc Dan had joined Hoop and Sandy, “‘Who was it struck out with the bases full?” “And who let a wild pitch get past him for the winning run?” countered Slug, hitting at Pink, who had played catch. “There you go!” defended Pink, “Still trying to hang the defeat on me! Slim soaked that ball a mile high. It was a wild pitch!” “Wild pitch, my foot!” rasped Slim Becker, who had pitched for Prescott, “You couldn’t hold me, that’s all. The only thing you can catch is a cold!” What promised to be more than verbal fire- works was brought to a halt by the appearance

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You didn’t really mean it when you told Slug you were going out for third?” “Sure I meant it!” insisted Sandy. “But have you played third before?” asked Pink. “No, second’s my usual position,” Sandy confessed, ‘‘but I’ve always wanted to have a crack at third, and I couldn’t miss the oppor- tunity of rubbing Slug’s fur the wrong way!” “Didn’t he come up for air, though?” laughed Dan. “But you’re up against some stiff competition, Sandy, and no foolin’! Slug’s actually the goods!” “Glad of that,’’ answered the new leader of the Wildcats, ‘I live on competition!” “Boy!” exploded Sly, “‘if Sandy takes third away from Slug there’ll be a young revolution in this town. And if Pink gets the catcher’s job again and Hoop holds down the second sack like he did last year, and if I can pick off one of the outfield positions, we’ll place four men on the team and give those West Side Terrors plenty of headaches!” “Things are looking up,’”’ Hoop admitted, rosily. ‘‘Let’s dig in, gang, and make Sly’s dream come true!” “Beginning with the first practice!” prom- ised Pink, which declaration met with unani- mous approval. A grand total of eight East Siders put in an appearance at the Field House at 3:30 o’clock Friday afternoon and announced themselves as candidates for Prescott High’s baseball team. This number eclipsed by four any previous number of East Side aspirants for team positions in recent years. The reason for such a surprising turn-out was quite ob- viously and frankly one Sandy Sanderson, de- scribed by Clint Evers, school with and news reporter, as the “yeast” in the Wildcats’ up- rising. Clint was a West Side product with a sense of humor and a peaceful disposition which enabled him to maintain an attitude of more or less neutrality. On anything of real issue, however, Clint quickly became partisan, proclaiming: “‘My West Side: may she always be right, but, right or wrong—my West Side!” And this afternoon the West Side was plainly disturbed at the bold showing of the East Siders. To begin with, the Terrors had always held a special tier of lockers in the front and most convenient row. These lockers were never molested by the Wildcats, who simply stood back and waited, from season to season, for the Terrors to claim the choice lockers and then censole themselves with whatever ones were left. Not today, however. Slug Pick- ens, in going to his old locker, found that someone had been there before him and the door was locked. “‘Who’s been in my locker?” he roared, in a rough, gruff voice emulating the great, huge bear of Goldilocks fame. 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We, however, were fortunate, for the tide was low and we gained a waste of sandy wilderness known as Monks’ Moor. This desert of sand-dunes, however, is not so desolate as it appears, for tucked away are railway tracks and snugly hidden buildings with signal stations and other portentous equipment. Here, during the Great War, from dawn to dusk, great guns thundered and shells screamed all day long, for this was one of the great testing stations for ordnance of all classes, and here also was a testing station for various types of noxious gasses used in warfare. After the war was over, the Home Office here carried out some elaborate and most interesting experiments with colliery dangerous gasses and fire-damp. To-day, all is very quiet again, though occa- sionally a red flag flutters over the danes and a great gun speaks as it sends its trial shells screaming on a six-mile journey across the sands; but for weeks together the only sound is that of a screaming gulls and terns who have a great breeding-ground across the estuary of the river Esk. Adjoining the Gun Range is a very ancient farmstead, low, thick-walled, with small, deep- set windows, looking straight out over the sea to the Isle of Man. Beside this typical home- stead of the Lake District Fell Dales, in a large, level field with short, crisp turf we saw with joy a group of white bell tents clustered in orderly array round a great marquée, and knew we had reached our goal, the Dalton Church Scouts’ encampment. It was a truly lovely spot: to the west a sea of smiling, azure blue, to the south golden sand-dunes, green fields, and the mighty bulk of Blackcombe; later on, a glory of purple heather and ruddy- brown dying bracken, but now all greens and golds and grays. To North and East the Lakeland moun- tains, ridge upon ridge, peak upon peak in rugged, serried ranks, green and gray, fade into misty purples and blue-black, the Sca Fell group, melting into others in the far-far distance. Out to sea the purple-blue outline of the Isle of Man mountains, and, a blur on the Northern horizon, the dim ghost of Scot- land, the Mull of Galloway. Over all piled up storm clouds, billows of massed white and gray and black, riding in the deep blue sky. We parked our car on the seashore, and made for the farm gate, where the Commandant greeted us and took us in hand that we might see the camp to good advantage. The kitchen greatly intrigued us, so simple and yet so efficient was it, made of sections of corrugated iron bolted together, the whole being very easy to erect, and after camp is over for the season, equally easy to take down and pack flat for loading on a lorry and storing. Outside were the cooks’ gear pots, pans, crocks, casseroles, baking tins, huge saucepans fulls of potatoes all ready peeled for the day’s dinner. Inside the kitchen the cooks for the day were busy, blowing up enormous Primus stoves into roar- ing blast, putting enamel bowls containing cereal puddings and twenty-pound joints of beef into the ovens. “T’m proud of the ovens,” said the cheery Commandant (a dignitary of the Church in ordinary life), opening the door of one that we might gaze upon the mighty puddings bubbling and simmering within; ‘entirely my own idea-patent applied for. You can cook equally well a milk pudding, a twenty- or thirty- pound joint of beef, or a cutlet. The humble hen coop, applied to more ambitious uses.” It was even so: galvanized iron hen-coops, standing the necessary heat splendidly, strong, serviceable, easy to handle, carry about, and store; in short, splendid for their new job in every way, these hen-coop ovens do everything that is required of them in first-rate style. They are ranged in the kitchen on iron racks (which also carry sauce- and frying-pans as required), with the outsize Primus stoves underneath. The larder adjoining was equally well- arranged, constructed in the same way as the kitchen of sheets of galvanized iron, fitted with strong padlocks to guard the delicacies stored within. Inside are tiers of shelves and flyproof and dust-proof safes for eatables. Bins for cereals and flour are not wanting. The Com- mandant opened some of the safes and we be- held great fruit tarts, cold custards, and other appetizing delicacies, which made our mouths water after our sixteen-mile motor cruise in the balmy, pure air. _ The great marquee came next on our tour of inspection, cool and airy, fitted with rows of Trains Unruly Hair— "a to Stay Neatly Combed IF your hair 1s difficult to keep in place, derives its health, life, gloss and lustre. or lacks natural gloss and lustre, it is very easy to give it that rich, glossy, re- fined and orderly appear- ance, so essential to well- groomed boys. Just rub a little Glostora through your hair once or twice a week—or after sham- pooing, and your hair will then stay, each day, just as you comb it. Glostora softens the hair and makes it pliable. Then, even stubborn hair will stay in place of its own accord. es AG! yi tele. Try it! 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Here we found the quartermaster carrying out the duties of canteen steward with great speed and efficiency, and it dawned upon us as to why this camp’s domestic arrangements were the best we had ever seen, for the Q. M. was a lady, Mrs. Commandant to wit. Outside a bugle called shrilly, and we hurried out to witness “‘equipment inspection,” very smartly and trimly carried out. Each tent had its flies tamped up to let in light and air, and outside each tent its occupants were drawn up, in front of them their complete equipment laid out for the inspecting officer, all well and truly performed with the neatness and dispatch of veterans of disciplined camp-life. This function finished the bugles called again, and the troop was arranged at lightning speed by the Commandant under the standards beneath the pole, on which hangs a board bearing the neatly typed Orders of the Day, a well-considered program for sports, meals, amusements, excursions, etc. Immediately the “Dismiss” was sounded, the boys scattered to the shore beyond the camp in charge of officers for the morning’s dip in the most inviting sea. As for us we bade Commandant and quarter- master farewell, thanking them for a most enjoyable morning, having learnt many valu- able hints for our next camping expedition. “Those hen-coops are splendid,” said our housekeeping partner, as our little car lurched through the sands: “You can put all the kitchen odds and ends inside when you move about. I can’t think why we never thought of it ourselves.” A Hint forthe /| Jamboree (Concluded from page 10) scars, our guide said, were made by the sailors of Hiram of Tyre when they streamed here for tin. Their workings were carried down the little river, put on galleys and taken to Jeru- salem: for Solomon’s Temple. Such things make you think! It isn’t hard to reconstruct a hut as it was three thousand years ago, for all about are foundations lacking but a roof of thatch to be complete. The stones still rise two or three feet from the moor, the diameter varying from three to six yards inside. . Most circles are banked with turf on the outside. The low door, like an Indian teepee, faces south. The north side of the circles are raised in a kind of bench. Bedded with rushes, you can sleep there comfortably. The Scouts of Corn- wood told us they did this when they camped on the moor. Reaching the Abbot’s Way, we turned right- handed and swung past Nun’s Cross. The Fox Tor Mires lay below us. A line of crosses once marked the moor. Tradition clings to these hills. Hessary Tor means hill of Hesus, the war god, just as Beliver Tor is Belus, the | 97 sun god, and Mis Tor is Misor, the moon god. From the Cross, we raced a sudden shower BOYS’ LIFE Designed Like And Flies Like a REAL AIRPLANE Will fly beautifully and is extremely durable . . . good for many hundreds of flights without damage. Has all-metal motor mount, sturdy wings, scientifically designed aluminum propeller and shock-absorber landing gear with rubber-tired wheels. The Scout Model shown above, well packed, will be sent prepaid anywhere in the U. S. for $3.50. Other splendid American Models are: Spirit of St. Louis, Fairchild and Fokker at $5, and the Bremen at $7.50. Every plane tested at the factory and guaranteed to fly and land like a regular plane. Order now and let the fun begin! Glider Given With Catalogue roc AMERICAN PLANES American Model Aircraft Co. Dept.3, P.O. 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The stable-boy nodded at the crest, the Three Feathers of Wales, and asked if we’d like to see Puffing Billie. Who Billie might be, none of us knew, but the offer was tempting, so we crossed the flagged yard to see. Billie turned out to be a steam-engine carved on the parlor frieze! He was drawing a train-load of wheat up to London. Nothing much grows on Dartmoor to-day save ling and heather, heath and bracken. Puffing Billie in his frieze was new—a mere century to his credit. The Prince’s Three Feathers were older by six hundred years. They had been won on the field of Crecy. But turf smoke, the indescribable call of that burning peat, was Dartmoor, the changeless, old as the huts on Ditsworthy Warren, new as the bracken that grows in the cleaves. Go there next summer and see for yourself. Feel heather underfoot and taste sea tang in the breeze. Forget for a day the sound of a motor. Do it on foot as the druids of old, and you'll like it. Oh, boy! How you'll like it! 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63 FAR OFF COUNTRIES-ONLY 12c Airplanes, Maps, ns, Monga Treiee, Shi, Makea 5 Sollecth Merny A -< cans, Red Cross. tamp Collecti: Bolahevika, A “ak of oe autre Greek Gods, including | °U Price lists of albums, su; pple and all of the above and ~ more. Bargain price, 12c. Street, Cincinnati, O. ONLY ONE TO A CUSTOMER () FASCINATING | FANTASTIC LIBERIA. SET!! Big lists and approvals with each order. 2 Striking beautiful 1928 Independence 7 ommemorative — of Sata : q. FR rom Bo tam eren BAER STAMP CO. diterent far- - countries All pe of stamps above, Delray Beach, Fla, con pce uildings, Bostios, —— fvagen, "8 7 Maps, yee Mystic’s ‘‘Queer Country” Packet ican Y picars RN ILATELISTS, Contains scarce stamps from the following strange lands. approval. applica i Gaieaan. aa Alaouites Ay forth Borneo Leone an se TREMENDOUS BARGAIN 10c le San Marin farin Upeer Volta 10 different sets } sete 100, ine including a set each of Dalmatia, fr te seas ious! PRICE ONLY 108 TO APPROVAL aia Biraits Settiements, On Ehion lon of South Afries, Flume, also s sociated ‘Sime COMPANY (Dept. 5), Camden, New York Pre: 55 William St., Orange, N. J. FANTASTIC SCENERY PACKET SPICE ISLANDS Twenty-nine all different better. undreds of bargains Teen ge gu UREN CITY STAMP & COIN ace

e stamps including from such tains all different stapes of far-away countries we neluded “Beigium depleting ha several f__¥ the — ee ds; also fork); Burbadse (chariot sed fring Koresl; Chile atte, exenes; | interest untries as Johore, Federated Malay, Egypt (sphinx and Sach eset (nude slave States, ‘North | Borneo, Philippine Islands, Straits Settl Ce eye 5 ¢ (ferocious tiger): "7 ments, } ‘I a “Atuax °° Al the “ease for only 12c to approval applicants. . Elder, 114 Pine St., ollaston, Mass.

The PACKET r CURIOUS STAMPS! gemecng: Gre tee ote heures Ds; ail map, special aligery’ mone: ene ae curious ones. See, set FC ‘Swindle stampe,” w Rr price-list with DenALB STAMP COMPANY Garrett, Ind. WHILE THEY LAST!! FREE! FIRST day cover with new U. 8. Com- memorative George Rogers Clark stamp issued Feb. 25th to approval applicants only. Send 2c postage. JULIA F. OWEN (A51) 112 Hillside Ave., Newark, N. J. att: | U Ss FREE 20 different fine U. S. * s Stamps Free (picked copies) if you send weg and request approval selec- tions that are differen 00 U.8. Postage stamp in- cluded ifgyou write at once. L. W. HUDSON, 14398 East 7th Street, Plainfield, N. J. foreign, Another Barrel of Stamps ii: maney Tast 25¢ per 1,000 or $1.00 per pound (over 4,000 to pound). Approv: als sent to all purchasers. Plenty U. 8. | — le up. Hinges 10c per 1,000; 3,000 for 2 B. Elmer, Dept. B, 61 Court St., a Mass. Noinvestmentrequired. Sell I Sell our sheets (ca‘ value— 33 yy % $4). Our price—$2. Unsold

Box 37, 82 Far-off Countries — Only 10c . Kouang Teheou, Syria, Marti- _—_ Liban, ee. Peru, South Africa, and 72 other countries— 82 different stamps from 82 different countries for only 10 cents. Big list and approvals with each order. C. D. Reimers Company, 289 Flatiron Bidg., Ft. Worth, Texas STAMP ALBUM FREE See Soe also 7 Different Pieces Foreign Money

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Canadian Confederation Special Packet 25 diff. Canada, 5 diff. Nfid., and our*new large illus- trated lists for ae 10¢ to approval applicants. We list 282 Woy in our dime 2 ees ckets. Specials; 500 diff. 25c, 1,000 diff. 75c, 2,000 diff. $2.50. VICTORIA ‘STAMP CO., Dept. 2, London, Ontario, Canada STANLEY GIBBONS U.: S. LIST At last 7, ' offer a Ser 0 Saliy Mastented and descriptive price list of U. 8S. and B.N. Ce ely bound ip I Res ae less Sen 435 | Juding grills and secret DANZIG set FREE A_ splendid set a this interesting country together with catalogue. Iso large illustrated album list and bargain prices on “ae of sets and packets. All free for 2c postage. MIDLAND STAMP CO., ‘TORONTO, CANADA 300° -LEBANON=4°

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Guessing Games TuEy were a lot of fun when we were youngsters, those guess- ing games. Guess who this is! Guess the number of beans in the pot! Guess how long the pendulum will swing! Some- times we came pretty close to the right answer. Sometimes we were a long way off. Whichever we were, we all had a good time, and the worst guesser got as much of the evening’s re- freshments as the best. How far away those guessing games seem now! And how they have lost their appeal. Perhaps it’s because we learned, as we grew older, that to know is better than to guess. Guess which is the best package on the grocer’s shelf! Guess which bolt of cloth is pure wool! Guess which talking machine will give us most satisfaction! No, guessing for those things wasn’t so much fun. We wanted to be certain. And that was one of the reasons we turned to advertising. Advertising takes the guesswork out of buying. It lets us know what is best and what is cheapest and what will last longest. It does away with unsatisfactory uncertainties. The advertisements in this magazine tell a concise, interesting and accurate story about articles you need. Reading them is the surest and quickest path to wise buying. It eliminates guessing.

eh HH see ha Bake ls BY a Ne HH Malls 1 satis sinle BH sits © 8 mle STAMPS GOSSIP FOR il i me aN. ed We ANS Nie HARRY’s cousin, Erich, had come to spend a week-end, and with Bob and Phil had set out for a tramp over the hills. The first tints of spring were beginning to show in trees, plants and grass, encouraged by a sudden warm spell. Stopping to rest at a bridge that spanned a sparkling stream, they sat along the edge with their feet barely above the water. “T’m beginning to think about stamps again,” Erich announced. ‘‘My boat has been a lot of fun; but evenings come along—it may be raining—I miss my collection. Yes; I’m sorry I sold it. If I only lived here where I’d have you three experts to hobnob with— Anyway, I’m starting again—bought a packet of five thousand different this time.” “T knew you’d be at it again,” Harry an- swered. ‘You'd better stick this time. You'll have a hard time catching up with us now. Bob has twelve thousand twentieth century, and I’m not far behind.” “That’s all right. I don’t envy you. The real fun is in making the collection, anyway, and I'll want everything that comes along. I was reading about that Marquis F. de la Rentiere—the ‘F’ stands for Ferrari—you’ve heard of his famous collection that was seized in Paris during the World War. Not the entire collection, either, as he had carried part of it to Switzerland when the war broke out. He died before peace came, and when they opened his will they found the collection was to go to the Berlin Museum. As part of the repa- ration France held the stamps and the world- famous sales followed during which such rec- ord-breaking prices were realized—most no- tably the British Guiana one cent on magenta paper, for which Arthur Hines of the United States put in the highest bid of thirty-two thousand, five hundred dollars. One part of the collection, complete, brought one million, five hundred thousand dollars. Ferrari was a wealthy man, his income derived in a large from property in Genoa. In the pursuit of his hobby he traveled everywhere, always keen for rarities. They say he was a generous man and gave big tips to cabbies and others who were of service to him. He didn’t like to write letters, preferring to send his messages by cable or telegraph. Sales are still being held, and at one of these the half grano, Sicilian error, was bid in by Frank Godden of London for eleven thousand, two hundred and fifty dollars.” “There’s no place in my album for that stamp,” Harry naively remarked. “Lucky for you, old boy,” Bob chuckled, “‘and that may be the only copy in the world, too.” “At a sale in New York a fancy price was paid for the New York five cent on bluish paper of 1845. It is cataloged at sixty dollars, but this one was on a cover and perhaps was signed ‘R. H. M.,’ which is especially rare. At any rate, the final bid was seven hundred and fifty dollars.” “Tt is said collecting is very popular now,” Erich stated. “Third Assistant Postmaster- General Regar says some of the credit is due to the Philatelic Agency in Washington, D. C., which is under his supervision, for the recent rapid growth. Every effort is made to please collectors. Well centered copies, plate num- bers, even envelopes—these are still collected. Those from the world in general seem to have been forgotten since they have ceased to be listed during the last few years, though their popularity was never great. Everything is done to serve the public, who are at liberty to buy at face value if stamps are enclosed for the reply. I sent for the two recent airplane stamps and received fine copies. A friend of mine paid twenty-five cents for the pair—used, at that, and could have had them from the agency for seven cents, plus postage.” “The first airplane stamps ever issued came from Italy in 1917,” said Phil. ‘They were for a route between Turin and Rome. Unused copies are only fifteen cents in the catalog or fifty cents if used. Dealers say airplane stamps are a wise buy as they are wanted not only by general collectors but by the airmail specialists as well.”

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$1.15 Costa Rican Set—FREE! Send 12c for wonderful Packet of 105 different stamps from Bosnia-Herzegovina, French Sudan, Congo, Dutch Indies, Indo- -China, Greece (dying soldier), Kouang-Tcheou, Ireland, Newfoundland. St. inate, tieasion, etc. e wi nclude—absolutely free—a genuine set of six beautiful Old Costa Rican stam 903- cataloging $1.15! Also approvals. “eo vad LOMA STAMP.CO., 3926—32nd St., SAN DIEGO, CALIF. SCARCE AIRMAIL TRIANGLE! 10 a. Sane Aman stames. inciud- red cross

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ONGO AIR mY ay ST! weet alone catalogues 20c) beretnrs mint oS Ste Bo of ‘3 cath etc. for be. rises: sent on Monumental Stamp Co, Room 22, 3704 Overlook Ave., Baltimore, Md. BRITISH COLONIALS FREE 7e2?ivc.” Nigeria, Gold Coast, Hyderabad, Travancore, Malaya, Mauritius, and other good British Colonials. Sent to all applicants for our famous Hampshire Approval selec- tions. 2c stamp postage. Please do not remit in coin. Lightbown’s "haa Co., Southsea, England ABYSSINIA! ALBANIA! ARMENIA! Also Chad, Comeresee, Congo, Gabun, ie. Ubangi, Transyaal, Indo-China, etc., etc. All of th are to-get” countries and ey others are contained in my Wonder Packet of 55 different, oe FREE to Approval Applicants phy incl for p t, 81 Napol ag Vel . Richard L P 100 Stamps" FREE to applicants for Po oguie Net Approvals, postage 2c. CHRISTENSEN ST 826 Teutonia Ave. Milwaukee, Wis. 100 eS FREE 312 East 2d EMU us STAMP pa York Wonder | &=» Gabon Savace, Fecve: Congo, Lion, Sudan a. Mountains, ete., all in extraordinary, outfit. Lot

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$2.25 and IN- PAIGE STAMP CO. OAK PARK, ILL. CLubiva's OLD U.S. stamps, GIVEN 3 big, new, 2 colored, stamps. only ABYSSINIA, 10¢; 10 Duteh Indies, 5¢; 5 Portu- Hill need Co., Leonard St., Waltham, Mass. ALL DIFFERENT STAMPS, cata- 1 16 # to boys asking ~y "our ap- seve and My y= premium offers and enclosing postage. gal new Independence, 5c; 23 Airmail, 10c; 50 Latin America, 15c; if you ask for our free illustrated price list. ARGONAUT STAMP CO.

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K, ILL. ips. only 5 Portu- 30 Latin rice list. FOR ALL BOYS No advertisements for this classification are accepted unless they meet the approval of an expert. Kindly report any unsatisfactory service. Complete Stamp Outfit Illustrated Albi 50 Different Foreign S Stamps Pack of Stamp H Pireeration | auee to approval applicants Bid’ Titustrated Price List W. W. BETTS, Box 4, Clearfield, Pa. LIBERIA SNAKE TRIANGLE (which alone sells for 7c net And two other les, including scarce Myers roy e, moans the ae of 53 diferent genuine 5c¢ ctnre foreign stam some good nas CROWDER STAMP CO., Waverly, Baltimore, Md. BOYS SENSATIONAL 8c OFFER! 7 German stamps with (prewar) value over 40 million dollars (great curiosity); 1 fine stamp from republic on earth; 1 airplane pa 1 triangle stamp; packet 25 diff. Hungary, cat. 50c; gauge; and last but not least a vest ‘ket stock io in which to keep your duplicates! The big $$ outfit oy for only 8 cents to_ applicants for my ‘tamous Qu vice Approvals. D. M. WARD 605 Pierce Street, Gary, Indiana BIG MYSTERY PACKET Contains 60 diff. stamps from the lands of CANNI- BALS, HEATHENS, and bie 7 SAVAGES. _In- . Only - “if you ask to see some nice stamps, sets and singles DENNIE STAMP Co., 7763 Logan, Detroit, Mich. $§7O°°O for 2 St A choice assortment of 500 all different stamps guar- anteed to catalogue over $10.00 offered to approvai ap- plicants for only 25c. EDGEWOOD STAMP CO., Dept. B, MILFORD, CONN. STAMPS inary, tiot of 3,000 Bargains and Compene. 2c. a, Album, over 500 illustra tions, (35 eae of countries, ete., 3c. Bigger ones Me. ase. cts 35, A. BULLARD & CO., world ata eos, ty Koy 446 Tremont St., Dept. ‘'A9, [3 — 2.2 i Boston, Mass. 350 DIFFERENT STAMPS 25c. 150 Diff. Sega: ; -10¢ 500 Mixed Stamps... .18¢ 500 :'35¢ 1000 * - pee 1000 “ bs [1900 Cc. M. EVANS | P. O. Box 366, Reading, Pa. BIG CIRCUS PACKET 14c Wes." mere Gigantic Bargain! Animals of the Jungle * Birds of Prey * Natives * Congo bou * Camels * Nyassa Zebra * Kangaroo * St. Ge slaying the Dragon, and a big lot of other fine stamps, ite te applicants of my good approvals. E. P. JOHNSON, Box 692, San Jose, California 100 VARIETIES Africa, Ceylon, Brazil, RS PN ON és. 6 0sds canoe tnbbe YS 1000 nixed 40e. 95 diff. U. 8 25e. 1000 15c. Fine album for 3500 stamps 75e. List free. hin uy collections. Approval sheets with every order. C. STEGMAN, 5941 Cote Brilliante Ave., ST. LOUIS, MO. 300 ALL DIFFERENT STAMPS 8c Sold only to approval applicants Not just ‘‘300 stamps,” but 300 all different stamps. ao STAMP CO. 526 No. Kenwood Glendale, Calif. (00 2, ta FREE 1000 hinges 15c; bum . hold 1152 — ores :‘Samp with each m ny Toledo Ohio COLLECTORS HANDY GUIDE How to COLLECT stamps, also CATALOGUE, with ; | profusely supplied with stamp i “Tf you fellows are interested in good- looking stamps you will want the new Canadian ten cents, green, which has a picture of the show-capped Rockies. Totem-poles are used as a decorative motif at either side. The stamp is of the general type of the Confedera- tion issue of 1927. There’s another Philatelic Exhibition stamp from Melbourne, Australia. In design it is of the bird type of 1914, the rookaburra, more popularly known as the laughing jackass, which is a native of that country. In printing these stamps they were arranged in blocks of four, fifteen blocks to the sheet, each block surrounded by a margin of white paper, which will please those who specialize in that sort of thing. January gen- erally brings a crop of new issues. Portugal’s usual lengthy commemorative set, with por- traits and battle scenes, has arrived, this time with sixteen values and known as the Inde- pendence Commemorative Issue—to be the last of these lengthy yearly series. Sur- charges of the regular issue mentioned by Bob some time ago have grown to thirteen varieties, of which six are ten centavos on one quarter, dark olive; one half, black; one, chocolate; four, green; four, orange; and five centavos, olive brown. Four are forty centavos on two, orange; two, yellow; two, chocolate, and three centavos, ultramarine, and three are eighty centavos on six, pale rose; six, brown; and forty-eight centavos, rose. The Independence set is also used for the Azores with the name of those islands printed across the face. One more Child Welfare issue comes from Luxem- burg, this time with the »ortrait of Marie Ade- laide, who was named after the Grand Duchess who formerly occupied the throne. Three sets have now appeared with portraits of royal children: one of Prince Jean and the other two of Princess Elizabeth and Marie Adelaide.” Harry stretched his arms. As he climbed to his feet he said: ‘‘ Well, fellows, shall we be traveling along?” The sun was nearing the hilltops as they resumed their walk, its light almost directly in their faces. “Tt will be dark before we are back in town,” Bob remarked. At the sound of a motor, Phil turned to look e | back along the road. ‘ Bet we’ll be back before sunset if that’s Mr. Birwood’s car, and I think it is,” he said. ‘‘Hope he has room for us all.” Phil happened to hit it just right. The car stopped and a friendly offer of a lift was made and accepted by the boys. Three climbed into the back seat and one rode beside Mr. Birwood. “Tf you boys will spare a few moments, I have a newly published little book on stamp collecting I should like to have you look over. It is by the Mr. Thorp who gives the talks on philately over the radio Tuesday afternoons, and is published by the Scott Stamp and Coin Company of New York. The author has de- voted the opening chapters to the historic and remantic sides of stamp collecting. He stresses the necessity for careful observation in identi- fying any particular stamp. Then follow chap- ters on how to start a collection advocating packets for the beginner. Other subjects treated are ‘condition,’ ‘making of paper,’ ‘watermarks, perforations, grills,’ ‘printing,’ and ‘errors.’ You boys have had a pretty good stamp educa- tion, but there is much you may still learn. The book is carefully and clearly expressed and is ustrations.” The car drew up at Mr. Birwood’s door, and in his library he handed the book, “Stamp Collecting: How and Why,” to the boys. As they turned the pages Harry stopped to read aloud: “One hundred sixty years prior to the y | appearance of regular postage stamps, there are records of private enterprises which under- took to carry letters ‘for quickening Corre- over FIFTEEN HUNDRED ILLUSTRATIONS. Premium of 50 different, stunning stamps, Persia, all | A ng to applicants for $25,000.00 CASH 10 cents to applicants for oat approval contains 10 di from the two Hemi- FREE to approval applicants only. TIP- = Ttp-Top Appr is about the former value of tee genuine German mone BROADWAY STAMP CO., 621 Broadway, New York City spheres. Alsoa — oP ait different stamps with a’ STAMP EXCHANGE CO., 72 Cedar Ave., Newark, N. J. e, 5 fr T O P Uganda (cannibal land?). TIP-TOP STAMP CO., Colorado Springs, Colorado we will send, ether with all fan geo dh stamps for THE MAP PACKET birds, ships and scenery to approval ‘applicants, all S. E. SAXE, 1427 N. 58th St., Philadelphia, Pa. ANCHER’S $ $ $ OUTFIT—ONLY 12c! stamps wi Fine triangle stamp} set ith (prewar) value of forty million dollars (interes $ | airmail set; interesting stamp from Batch Tedion et ete,” etc. 2 ANCHER STAMP CO., “Sex 126, Rutherford, N. J. TRIANCLE-AIRMAIL nis BIG BARGAIN LiSRS, ETC.TO APPROVAL APPLICANTS ENCLOSING 3c POSTA ere HAWKEVE STAMP CO. SECAR RAPIOS 19 14. ONLY 2 5 for a five months’ subscri: scription © to THE STAMP COLLE TOR, America’s finest stamp magazine. 100 all differ- ent stamps given FREE to each subscriber. Money refunded if you are not more than pleased. THE STAMP COLLECTOR, Dept. B.L., 719 Lodi St., Syracuse, N. ¥. F R E 100 ALL DIFFERENT stamps pondence, Promoting Trade and Public Good.’ Notable among these was William Dockwra’s Penny Post of London in 1680. This venture- some man established more than four hundred receiving offices throughout London and made as many as twelve collections a day from them, guaranteeing to deliver letters within one hour after they had been received by the sorting rit office as determined by the time stamp placed on them when they were taken in. The letters were paid for in advance and were stamped with a triangle and the words ‘Peny Post Payd.’ These paid stamps were the first effort at collecting postage before delivering the letters, and are the forerunners of the present- day postage stamps.” As the boys were leaving, an envelope lying on the table caught Bob’s eye. He asked, “Is this a new issue, Mr. Birwood?” “The latest United States five cent airmail envelope. It has the red and blue slanting dia- monds around the edge and a circle in the upper right-hand corner with the words, ‘U. S. Post- age Via Air Mail.’ Against a blue background in the center is an ai e and ‘sc,’ both oo applicants for Universal Ap- Postage 2c. BADGER STAMP CO. Milwaukee, Wis. 1929 67 HOWDYA GET A NEW BIKE AND GLOovE So Soon ? ONLY LAST MONTH ¥YGorT NEW SKATES [BOUGHT ‘Em myseLF/ Boy, | FOUND A GOLD MINE lt SELL. saying, Gardner. “spare cash.” Mr. J. B. Gardner, BOYS’ LIFE MAGAZINE, 2 Park Ave., N. Y. C. Dear Sir: during April. airplan , embossed. Take it along if you’d like it.” When answering advertisements please mention BOYS’ LIFE GET A HEAD START ee Pretty Soft, Eh, Fellows Sporting something brand new every month. Having your pals scratching their noodles, and “Howdya get it?” ning a big broad grin. You Can Do It Last month Jack Gardner showed hundreds of fellows how to make spare money, and you can bet they will be doing it again this month. —and you just grin- Here’s Your Chance Get your share of spare money and be able to buy what you want when you want it. 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The Scout World BOYS’ LIFE (Concluded from page 25) The President-elect shook hands with the youngster, thanked him and the two exchanged salutes.” With the Editor In the Field INCE these notes were last written the editor of these pages in his capacity as Chief Scout Executive has visited Washington, Philadelphia, Chicago, Omaha, Lincoln and St. Louis. At Washington he had the oppor- tunity of conferring with local Scout authori- ties on the plans for Scout participation in the inauguration ceremonies on March 4. The annual meeting of the Delaware and Mont- gomery Council at Philadelphia again saw Dick Douglas, the Martin Johnson Expedition Scout, sharing the program as a speaker. At Lincoln the Chief Scout Executive had the pleasure of addressing the entire student body of the two high schools. The occasion of the visit to Omaha was attendance at the testimo- nial dinner to Mr. Walter W. Head, and the chief interest of the visit to St. Louis their annual Scout circus. Both of these occasions are written about elsewhere in this depart- ment. A Testimonial to Mr. Head READERS of this page will recall the statement made in the February issue that Mr. Walter W. Head, President of the Boy Scouts of America, had accepted the Presidency of the State Bank of Chicago, and was moving his residence from Omaha to that town. People of Omaha who look upon Mr. Head as one of its most distinguished citizens, as a token of their esteem, tendered him a testimonial farewell dinner to which were invited representatives of the various interests with which he was connected and of the organ- izations with which he had been associated. The Boy Scouts of America was represented by the Chief Scout, The Regonal Scout Executive, the local Scout Executive and others. The honor of representing the Boy Scouts of America in the speeches, however, fell to Eagle Scout William Barrie, aged 15, of the same city. His speech was enthu- siastically received. His warm tribute so aptly express the admiration of Scout friends for Mr. Head that we are taking the liberty of representing it here: Eagle Scout Barrie’s speech. “Tt is with a great deal of pride that I come before you representing not only the Boy Scouts of Omaha, but all of the Boy Scouts of America. “The Scouts of Omaha’ have always taken great pride in the fact that Omaha was the home city of the National President of our Organization. When Mr. Head was Presi- dent of our Local Council, we looked up to him as the greatest man in Scouting, and this pride in him has been doubled and redoubled as he has stepped up—first, as Chairman of the Eighth Region, comprising the states of Nebraska, Iowa, Colorado, Wyoming, Kansas and Missouri; and then as President of the National Council, Boy Scouts of America. “Mr. Head, I want you to know that each and every Boy Scout looks up to you as his ideal and that our greatest hope is that we may live to be like you. Your example is being followed by 800,000 members of the Boy Scouts of America. “To us, you are the living example of the Scout Oath, for we are sure that you have always on your honor done your best to do your duty to God and your country and to obey the Scout Law. Your service to boyhood proves to us that you are helping other people at all times, and there is no doubt that through- out your life you have kept physically strong, mentally awake, and morally straight. “The Scout Law too, had been your Law, as all who know you have found you trustworthy, loyal, helpful, friendly, courteous, kind, obe- dient, cheerful, thrifty, brave, clean and reverent. “Tt is with a distinct sense of loss that the Omaha Scouts learn of your removal to Chicago, but we feel that your service to Scouting has only commenced. We will always look to you with pride as President of the Boy Scouts of America.” The St. Louis Circus THE Seventh Annual Boy Scout Circus of St. Louis Council was one of the most striking spectacles we have ever seen. To the vast throng gathered at the New Coliseum it was an animated moving pagent of not merely what Scouts do, but the great purpose When answering advertisements please mention BOYS’ LIFE In the opening pageant, the Rockwell painting “Spirit of America,” reproduced as the Boys’ Lrr: February cover page, came to life as the “Heritage of Scouting” and the inspiration behind every boy who wants to become a and ideals of the entire Movement. Scout. After a grand entry of the 7,000 Scouts of St. Louis, various Troops acting strictly on a Troop project basis, took the candidate step by step from the ‘Threshold of Adventure” as a Tenderfoot, through the Scout activities, through fun and adventure and doing with a purpose, until the final Tableau of “The Eagle Scout.” Each of areal design up” th clean : she'll « these twenty-three events leading up to the ": - climax was under the direction of a Scout- built, | master, each of the five parts of the program handle ° he ~ +s every under the chairmanship of a Commissioner or dealer District Commissioner. One of the events Writ was by eighteen Negro Troops. The entire many program, as we have said, was a gripping din drama, and the most moving presentation oe fi of what Scouting is and what Scouts do that — treet, we have ever seen. Dan Beard at Syracuse and Oneida HE feature of the annual meeting of the Syracuse Council was the presence of the National Scout Commissioner, Daniel Carter Beard. He was given a tremendous ovation, the biggest demonstration of its kind ever seen in that city. At the banquet, where he was introduced by the Mayor of the city, 1,221 persons were present; 150 more crowded into hear him speak, and many had to be turned away at the doors. The day following, Mr. Beard spoke at the High School at Oneida. Despite the fact that it was snowing and there was five feet of wet slush on the streets, the hall was filled to overflowing. Scout leaders in these areas feel that Scouting has been given a big impetus from the visit of the National Scout Commissioner. A Book About a Sea Scout Cruise RS. JOHN BORDEN has written a book called “The Cruise of the Northern Light.” It will be recalled that the Northern Light’s deck crew consisted of eight Chicago Sea Scouts. An account of their adventures, written by one of their number, was published in Boys’ Lire shortly after the completion of their cruise. ‘In which the Sea Scouts have a great Adventure” is the sub-title Mrs. Borden uses in her book. Here is what Mrs. Borden has to say in regard to the Sea Scout crew: “In this modern day of steam, mates, engineers, etc., are easier to find for a sailing- vessel than are sailors. Mr. Borden suddenly struck upon the idea of taking Sea Scouts to ship before the mast. As many people do not know what a Sea Scout is, I must explain. This organization is part of the Boy Scouts of America; it provides recreation, romance, and proper leadership for boys of the restless ages of between fifteen and twenty years. These boys are trained on small sailing-boats, learning many of the first requirements of seamanship, some on salt water, others on the Great Lakes. “On this suggestion of Captain Borden lies one of the successes of our expedition; the splendid crew with which we sailed. After talking with Lieutenant Keane, National Sea Scout Director, it was decided to call for volun- teers among the Chicago boys in that organiza- tion. Every member unhesitatingly volun- teered. And out of these some two hundred lads, after vigorous physical examinations, eight boys were chosen. Merit, of course, counted. Now that it is all over, every one of us can honestly say, a finer lot of boys there never were. The experiment proved entirely successful, due to their willingness, coopera- tion, and their fine individual characters. “The lucky ones were: Johnson Power, Bruno Andrews, Kenneth McClelland, Steven Ram, James Ryan, Jack Holbrook, Ted Pur- cell and Otto Carstensen. The youngest was sixteen and the eldest, twenty years of age.” Brief Items of Scout News The Boy Scouts of Sumner, Wash., chopped enough wood so that every widow in the city would be supplied for the winter. * * * Troop 18, of Baldwin, Miss., received the commendation of its community when it helped to fight a fire in that city. * * * A large bulldog that broke through the ice at Swan Lake, Tibbetts Brook Park, Yonkers, N. Y., recently was rescued from the icy waters by three Boy Scouts. April

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I ain’t so heavy but I manages to pull the bear far enough off the floor so as he can’t do no more damage much. ‘Then I ties him up, like you see him, backs the auto to the door, puts a couple of boards up from the floor to the rear seat of the car and then hoists Mister Silver Tail, who’d got pretty mad by this time, into his place i in the car.’ Jim and Noisy looked at each other ques- tioningly. Noisy winked. “And that’s the truth,” Shorty added, noting the sly looks of suspicion on the faces of Jim and Noisy. “Sure,” said Jim, “but I still holds you hypnotized him.” “What you aimin’ to do with him now, Shorty?” Noisy asked. “He’s pretty tough eatin’. Kinda old, it appears to me.’ ‘Why don’t you keep him for a pet,” Jim suggested. ‘‘Then every day you can go out and look at him and remember how he earned a hundred dollars fer you.” But Shorty had other plans. “Just wait and see,” he said. He walked toward his car where curious men were examining the immense grizzly that had eluded them for so long. Shorty got up on the front seat, standing like an immense statue over the gathering. Immediately most people in the vicinity gathered around. Shorty was about to make a speech. Shorty didn’t make a speech often, but when he did it was worth coming miles to hear. So enthusiastic were Shorty’s hearers that Shorty was nearly immediately swept off the platform by the good-natured surge to- ward him. Shorty turned to the sheriff. stop talkin’ a minute,” he said. The sheriff raised his hands for silence. ‘All right, boys, just a minute. Shorty’s got something to say, it might be important.” Shorty gazed over the assembled ~ en. “Ladies and gentlemen, citizens of Pierre’s Bend, I ain’t much at speech-makin’.” “We know it,” N oisy shouted. ‘*Well, as I was sayin’ when a certain gentle- man, who I won’t say anything more about got kinda smart Alec, I ain’t much at speech- makin’.” “Shorty’s goin’ to make a speech!” “This ain’t no one-horse town no more,’ he continued. ‘‘We gotta look to the canes when we get four and five times as big as we are. Now, when I was down to Frisco last summer I seen something I thought | would be kinda nice for Pierre’s Bend—a zoo.” Questioning glances were exchanged among the spectators. ‘And so,” Shorty continued, “I’m goin’ to donate Silver Tail for the Pierre’s Bend Zoo, and I delegate Sheriff Thornton to collect five bucks apiece to build a house for Silver Tail.” And they tell to this day how Silver Tail, “Get ’em to front that could be closed up during the winter Bend’s great world-famous one-animal | Strai ht agen the houlder (Continued from page 7) of growing stronger their arms have grown weaker. And when they are up against the constant strain of a major league season, their tired out muscles and tendons are not equal to the situation and in a few weeks, or a few oe or a season or two at best, they are ugh. “Let me tell you, June, that the less you practice curves and stunt pitching, and the more you stick to throwing straight, es pg swift balls, the better pitcher you will be Throw with a natural motion, too. Don’t try any freak deliveries. They all help to strain a growing 's muscles. Throw a as you throw a stone—with the same easy freedom. You wouldn’t try 24 years, ane stammerers in world. last. of 2328 Millard Bidg., Milwaukee, Wis. 929 to curve a stone. If you did you would feel remaining alone in a special house, with an open | dra months, spent his declining years as Pierre’s | $50 to ZOO! We learn what to do, how to do it; to explore like Daniel Boone, to live like Rob- inson Crusoe, to canoe like the voyageurs, like cow-boys and live like Princes. 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70 the wrench and pull on your muscles. It would hurt you so that you wouldn’t try to do it very often. Well, curv- ing a baseball hurts your arm almost as much as trying to curve a stone, and a con- stant repetition of that strain will soon injure your pitching muscles.” “But, there have been some great curve pitchers in base- ball. There was Christy Matthewson, with his famous fade-away ball with the double twist on it,” insisted June. Walter Johnson nodded. ‘Yes, Matthewson did have some famous curves. But he did not use those curves as much as you might think. And as for the fade-away ball, I believe that it helped to burn out Big-six long before the time when he should have been burned out as a pitcher. Along toward the last he didn’t pitch that fade-away ball very often—no more than he had to. Throwing that curve with the peculiar wrist motion it required took a lot out of his pitching arm. It was a great ball, however. It fooled many an able batter.” “Well, if curves aren’t im- rtant to a pitcher, then what is?”’ queried June. “The most important asset a pitcher can have is accuracy —the ability to throw a ball in exactly the place he wants it to go every time. That is more important than anything else, and if I were you, that is the thing I would practice more than I would attempt to throw curves. Learn how to throw a ball with a smooth, easy, natural motion so that it will cross home plate in just the grove you want it to travel. When you have mastered that you are on the road toward becoming a good pitcher— possibly a great pitcher—who knows? Don’t worry about speed. That will come as your strength develops—as you grow older and your muscles get larger, tougher, and stronger. You can strain your arm and ruin it by trying to peg swift balls as well as by trying to throw curves. Be careful of your arm at all times. “Taking care of your arm that way is going to mean a lot to you as you grow older. If you have not strained your muscles they will grow stronger as you grow up, and when you have reached your full growth you should be in the very best of condition. The same holds true of your whole body. I can’t impress it too much upon my thousands of young friends how important it is to keep themselves in good physical condition. Plenty of sleep, and good food, mean more than you realize. Keep in con- dition at all times, so that you could step out and pitch a ball game at a moment’s notice. That is what we fellows in the big league have to do. “Develop your head along with your arm. As a matter of fact a pitcher’s head is as important as his arm in pitch- ing. By that I mean that just the ability to throw swift balls across the plate will never win ball games. A pitcher must study his batters as they come up, and find out each man’s weakness. Then he must pitch to those weaknesses. That is the way to build up a strike- out record. But speaking of strike-out records I want to tell you right here that they aren’t as ae op tome as they seem. It looks fine for a man to have a record of striking out a lot of batters every game, but there are a great many good pitchers who never FOI IO ot Ata aI PHI III III III AII IAI AAI IIIA IAA IAAI AAI ASIII IAAI AAA AAI AH

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_ BoYSsLiFE For All Boys—Published by the Boy Scouts of America Table of Contents — April, 1929 Features Straight from the Shoulder Walter Johnson As told to Irving Crump A Hint for the Jamboree Clifton Lisle The Harmon Scholarship Awards April the Yellow Month D 18 Illustrated by the Author Charles Livingston Bull un Harold M.Sherman 3 IlMustrated by Robert A. Grae: Lincoln’s Boy Spy Capt. Louis A. Newcome 13 Ilustrated by Leslie Crump Three Points of Honor Russell Gordon Carter IlMustrated by John R. Neil The Pilot of the Cloud Patrol Irving Crump 22 Illustrated by William Heaslip Short Stories Snakes Alive............-...0-5- T. Victor Shaver Ilustrated by L. R. Gustavson “Stout Fella’ Arthur Hunt Chute Illustrated by Harry H. A. Burne ~ The Boy Patrol eee r 4 ugustus Post, Editor Varsity Stuff Robert Carse Spring “Uncle Bill” Wood Ilustrated by Louis G. Schroeder Shorty Rogan’s Donation Powell Cassidy Illustrated by A. Conway Peyton The nee Stranger Hubert Evans lu The World Brotherhood of Boys. K. E. Meehan, Editor strated by Enos B. Comstock Stam: O. W. Simons WR, biacocs na ba wae ed Sod Gutapieenigks

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BOYS’ LIFE pay any attention to the nyp, ber of men they retire that way. The whole secret ;; ke I said before, lic. in pitc to a man’s wea}. ness. There is a chance that you might strike him out. 3, if you don’t, and he does pit the ball, the chances are it yj not be much of a hit—not much of a hit as it would hay, been if he had managed 1, connect with the ball in jy, the position he wanted to yt}, a full, free swing. Cramp , batter’s style all you can. jj he likes balls fairly high, keep them low. If he likes then wide, keep them close in to his body. He’ll have to strike the good ones, and if he cop. nects he can’t pit the hai where he wants it to go, anj the result is he makes an eas, out for your fielders. Thar’, the whole trick about pitching “Tf you are the pitcher, don} get the idea that you are th whole team. Learn to depend upon the other eight men ty. hind you. Give them cred if your team wins, and don} grumble about their poor play. ing or blame defeat on them jj your team loses. A fellow who thinks he is the whole team never lasts long in baseball, A pitcher should remember that it is team play that counts He should believe that every other player on the team j trying as hard as he is to wiy that game, and if any one of them makes a mistake, or ap error, he feels just as unhappy about it as the pitcher doe, Be a good sport. Baseball can teach a fellow all the rules of life, and the most importan lesson that a fellow can g out of the game is to learn how to take defeat with a smile and come back determined to wir the next time. “By jingo, that’s right,’ exclaimed June Thorpe, with: smile, “that’s the very thin you did four years ago in that World’s Series with the Giant —the time Washington won thd championship by a single mun You came back determined 10 win and you did win—that wa a great game.” Walter Johnson smiled. “Exactly. That’s a fine ex ample. I was defeated in the very first game of the series wasn’t 1? The Giants foun me for enough hits to walk of with the first game. I wa defeated all right, but I wasn’ discouraged, you can bet I wa determined to win if the mana ger put me in to pitch anothe game in that series. AndI go the chance finally. “A great many people havé talked to me about that game They have asked me how | ft! going into the box knowing tha the series, and a lot of more for our players, hung on t necessity of winning. I ha answered them all the sam way. “T never thought of th money, and I wasn’t a bit re vous about the fact that it wa Washington’s last chance tow the World’s Championship Nor was I disturbed by " fact that the Giants had beaté me once in the series. In fact the only thought I had walked out to the box in th last few innings of that gar and took over the job of pitc ing to the New Yorkers, W that I would give all I had! the game, and take defeat ¢ victory as the breaks of ! game decided. And I knewt if I pitched hard enough ® used all the ability I had the! was a good chance of our Wi ning that determining gam’ the series. There was. won, four to three, and the championship.” Apt

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DYS' LIFE to the num. retire that € secret of | before, lies man’s weal. chance the im out. But he does hit Des are it yj! t—not as - Would haye managed ty ball in jus nted to with . Cramp a you can. |f y high, keep - likes them lose in to his to strike at d if he cop. Wt the bail t to go, and akes an easy lers. That's out pitching vitcher, don't you are the rn to depend ght men le. them credit $s, and don't ir poor play. tt on then if A fellow who whole team in baseball, member that that counts » that every the team js he is to win any one of istake, or an as unhappy yitcher does, t. Baseball all the rules st important low can get to learn how 1a smile and nined to wir at’s right,’ 1orpe, with > very thin ; ago in that h the Giant gton won th 2 single run termined t in—that wa smiled. t’s a fine ex eated in tha f the series siants fount s to walk of ime. I wa but I wasn’ an bet I wa if the mana itch anothe ;. AndI go people hav4 t that game ne how I fel knowing tha lot of more lung on t ing. I hat li the sam ight of th n’t a bit ne t that it wa chance to wi hampionship rbed by ts had beate ies. In fac I had as e box in ti yf that gam job of pte Yorkers, ¥ all I hadt ke defeat ¢ reaks ol t dIknewt enough a y I had thet e of our wil ning game‘ re was. xe, and (00 Apt A Scout is Thrifty! The Uniform is not aluxury. It is durable and wearable on many occasions and is a wonderful saver of wear and tear on the regular clothes of the boy. Scouts are learning that an investment in the Scout Uniform is a subsequent economy that makes it possible to use the money they save, for other things. =n tiERE is an exhilaration which comes to the boy when he is clothed in his Official Boy Scout Uniform—it makes him aware of being a Scout. To him, the Uniform,is the symbol of his Scout Oath and Pledge.* Clothed in it, he is ready for action. Scout Leaders have frequently said that Troops in which every boy wore a Scout Uniform put more nerve and spirit into the Troop activities than a Troop where only half of the boys wore the Uniform. The Official Boy Scout Uniform creates a Scout out-of-doors world:and a Scouting prestige. To be among the few without a Uniform gives every Scout the feeling of not belonging fully as do the other boys. To the Scout, as well as to every- one, the distinctive outward mark of the Boy Scout is the easily recognized khaki Uniform. Every boy who ; a Scout should try to own a complete Boy Scout Uniform—Every Troop should also endeavor to have 100% of its boys in Uniform. Manufactured by SIGMUND EISNER COMPANY RED BANK, NEW JERSEY Sole Manufacturers of OFFICIAL BOY SCOUT UNIFORMS 2 No uniform is | official without } this seal SOLD ONLY THROUGH OFFICIAL BOY SCOUT OUTFITTERS AND THE NATIONAL SUPPLY DEPARTMENT

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EVERY DAY KEEP AND by eating these FOR your health’s sake—for real fun in eating —help yourself to Kellogg’s Pep Bran Flakes. These better bran flakes have flavor that you never dreamed could be so delicious! Extra crispness that makes each spoonful a treat! Natural qualities that help keep you fit. PEP gives these bran flakes their better flavor. The healthful elements of the wheat make them nourishing. Just enough extra bran to be mildly laxative. Everybody likes Kellogg’s Pep Bran Flakes. Take them on hikes and picnics. Just the thing if you’re “out for athletics.” Your grocer has these better bran flakes. Look for the red-and-green package. Made by Kellogg in Battle Creek. IMPORTANT—Kellogg’s Pep Bran Flakes are mildly laxative. ALL-BRAN—another Kellogg product—is 100% bran and guar- anteed to relieve constipation. wr 9 ; ys : ! ie ny YplogH? |BER KS BRAN FLAKES é > PEP BRAN FLAKES | WITH OTHER PARTS OF WHEAT