Tom Fairfield's Pluck and Luck; Or, Working to Clear His Name

Produced by Al Haines
Tom Fairfield's Pluck and Luck
Working to Clear His Name
CUPPLES & LEON COMPANY
Copyrighted 1913, by
CUPPLES & LEON COMPANY
Well, well, by all that's good! If it isn't Tom Fairfield back again! How are you, old man?
Oh, fine and dandy! My! but it's good to see the old place again, Morse, and the tall, good-looking lad whom the other had greeted so effusively held out his hand—a firm, brown hand that told of a summer spent in the open.
Any of our boys back, Morse? went on Tom Fairfield, as he looked around the campus of Elmwood Hall. I thought I'd meet Bert Wilson or Jack Fitch on my way up, but I missed 'em. How are you, anyhow?
Fit as a fiddle. Say, you're looking as if you had enjoyed your vacation.
I sure did! You're not looking bad yourself. Able to sit up and take nourishment, I guess.
You've struck it, Tom. But what did you do with yourself all summer?