“Oh, sure,” jeered Nip, “a fellow always puts his sister’s photo in a ten-dollar frame and sticks it on the mantel, doesn’t he? Yes, he does—like fun! Sis gets chucked in the bottom drawer somewhere!”
“You tell ’em, you Sunday Sheik,” said Meecham. “Your knowledge of such matters, Nip, makes me fairly shudder!”
Nip threatened him with a salt-cellar, and, encountering the interested regard of Mr. Metcalfe, from a near-by table, sprinkled his slice of toast and apple-butter lavishly before setting the cellar down.
Bert lost track of Chick after supper. He thought he knew where he was to be found, but he didn’t seek him. Instead, he dropped into Bus Lovell’s room and later accompanied Bus and four other youths to a moving picture theater on the far side of town. The picture was pretty bad, but they managed to have plenty of fun.
On Sunday a verse of alleged poetry was going the rounds. Tommy Parish was credited with the authorship, but he refused to acknowledge it. I grieve to say that Bert saw it first in church when, during the sermon, Toby Shelfer slipped him a piece of paper on which was scrawled: “Seen this? Read it and pass it on.
“To a football game I went one day
Intent on having fun.
They brought me to with amon-i-a
The day that Alton won!”
The papers that morning announced that at Lakeville Kenly Hall had yesterday defeated Mount Millard, 25 to 7. Details were few, but they weren’t needed at Alton to persuade the fellows that this looked like another big year—for Kenly!