OLD HOME WEEK
AT
SNAILSDALE MANOR!
COME ONE COME ALL
SATURDAY, JULY 10th, 1921.
GORGEOUS PARADE
FIREWORKS AT NIGHT.
COME EVERYBODY!
Pee-wee read this announcement while he and his mother waited for Mr. Goodale.
Now if there was one thing more than another dear to the heart of Scout Harris it was a parade. Not that such an affair constituted anything in the way of a novelty in his young life, for indeed his whole career was one grand, triumphal procession. When he walked down the street it was a parade. When he went to scout meeting in his full regalia, including his aluminum cooking set, it was a veritable pageant. Some said that Pee-wee was more than a parade, that he was a circus.