[CHAPTER IX]
THE FIRST GAME
“Say, you got stung, didn’t you?” asked Tubby with a grin of delight.
“How?” questioned Dan. Tubby pointed to the copy of the Yardley Scholiast which Dan held.
“Didn’t you subscribe?”
“Yes; why not?”
“You must want to waste your money, that’s all,” sneered Tubby. “The Scholiast never has anything in it. I wouldn’t give fifty cents a year for it; and they stick you two and a half. But they never got me. What’s the good? If there’s anything in it I want to read I go to the library for it.”
“But it seems to me,” answered Dan, “that it’s a mighty good sheet for a school paper; well printed, well written and pretty newsy.”
“They’ve got a better one at Broadwood,” replied Tubby. “Theirs is a fortnightly called the Portfolio; it’s a dandy.”