“Maybe we can even get the Pathé Weekly to send and take pictures of us,” I said. “Where’s your camera anyway?”
“Do you think you can get me to take a picture of a lie?” Pee-wee started. “So you can get famous for what you didn’t do. No sireeeeee!”
“Do you claim we didn’t put that rock in the tent—without the aid of a derrick?” I asked him. “That shows how much you know about comparative logic.”
“It shows how much I know about not being a big fool and a big bluff,” he screamed.
“Oh I know a better idea,” I said, “and it’s absolutely, positively honorable—it’s even guaranteed for one year. We’ll stand Pee-wee on the rock with his coat off and his arms folded kind of like a gladiator and a fierce scowl on his face. Then we’ll take his picture and we’ll write on it, Boy Scout of superhuman strength! He is standing on the huge rock which he put inside the tent by his own tremendous scout prowess. Write and ask him how he did it.”
Oh boy! I’m sorry we ever did that crazy thing because we’ve been getting letters from Boy Scouts ever since. But jiminies, I had to laugh. We stripped Pee-wee to the waist and stood him on the rock inside the tent with his arms folded and a scowl all over his face. We made him look like a gladiator. Then we raised up one side of the tent so as to get plenty of light and we took a dandy picture of him standing on the flat rock. Afterward we got some printed in Catskill and I pasted one on a card and I typed some stuff on the card with the typewriter in Administration Shack. I’m so strong I can use a typewriter with one hand. It said:
YOUNG HERCULES HARRIS
BOY SCOUT.
WHO WITHOUT THE AID OF A DERRICK OR EVEN
A CROWBAR SUCCEEDED IN PLACING THE HUGE