Democratic watchman. (Bellefonte, Pa.) 1855-1940, September 18, 1931, Image 2
A — —————————— Te ———— Bellefonte, Pa., September 18, 1981. SO ———— CONSIDER THE ANT The ant is quite industrious, The ancient sages say, A grim and busy little cuss Who labors all the day. In truth, he is a nature fake, An idler fat and hearty Who helps himself to pie and cake At every picnic party, He lives in luxury sublime And has a picnic all the time, t George E. Phair. A GENTLE SOCK ON THE JAW. The whole began because the lightweight champion walked daily torough the park, and Norma Niles spent a fragment of her brief luncheon hour in the same place. Several times the champion had seen the girl. In «ruth, he had particularly noticed her. If he gave the matter a thought, he assumed that she had seen him, too. But he never was one to pre- sume. After a fashion, he wor- shiped from a distance. Norma had cultivated friendship with a squirrel. With it she shared that brief ten or fifteen minutes she could from her luncheon per- iod. e squirrel grew very tame and one day brought to Norma im- mense happiness when it mustered the courage nibble delicacies from her dainty fingers. The champron saw all this and delighted in it. So both boy and girl had an im- pulse that sufficed to bring them in daily proximity. Fighting is an elemental business but no more ele- mental, after all, than a craving for sunshine and affection. The cham- jon, known to the ring as “Socker ey,” but truly named Edward Knowles, took his profession seri- ously. Already it had made him rich and he intended to exact from it a fortune that never would be lacking for his neeas. On these daily walks in the park he achieved two things. The first was a proper physical conditioning and the second an opportunity un- interruptedly to aream of retire- ment and happiness with a good girl. ment he saw her that Norma Niles was a good girl. t is necessary to state that Sock- er Dooley now and then had mis- givings about his proression. Some- times he wonde how a good might feel toward a prize fighter. He recognized in the problem a siz- able stumblingblock, and it worried him. Of course, if she really loved him, matters would adjust them. selves. But— Then came the day when he ac- tually met Norma. At the instant he heard her voice and saw her dainty hand flutter to her breast in a gesture of combined terror and weakness, he knew that she was a good girl. In fact, he knew that she was his good girl. And he set about getting her. The squirrel played a vital part in the meeting. It came to Norma as usual and scampered about her feet while mustering the courage to leap to the bench beside her. Dur- ing this invariable process, the girl was intent upon the little creature and Socker was intent upon the girl. As a result, neither of them saw the vicious charge of a police dog until the killer was almost at the bench. Norma screamed and the pet fled for its life. ‘The dog, its jaws sag- ging hungrily and its tongue drip- ping, charged on after the squirrel. It was an uneven race certain to end in destruction for Norma's lit- tle friend. This opened the way into the transient drama for the lightweight champion. after the dog and Fate arranged his angle of approach so that inter- ception was possible. He lunged, toppled over and drag- ged the beast after him. The ani- mal struggled and growled. Socker managed to twist to his feet and grab its ears. From somewhere ap- peared the dog’s owner. “He isn't vicious,” he panted. “He was just chasing the squirre! —I hope you're not hurt.” “Nope,” Socker grinned. bit. You see, the 1 there has made a rel. You can it’s his nature.” The animal's owner turned to Norma and offered apologies. Sock- er stood bashfully at his side. He was so blinded by actual contact with the girl that he missed in her eyes the light of hero worship that abided there. “You-—you were—wonderful!” she said to him. Then her dainty hand fluttered to her breast and she reached for the bench. That was when Socker knew her for his dream girl. He stepped forward and put his arm gently about her. It was the most courageous thing he ever had done, in the ring or out of it. “You better sit down,” Socker said. “I better had,” Norma admitted weakly. “I suppose it's silly, but — u —t “lI know. He's an awful nice lit- tle fellow, that squirrel. I been watching you every day for two wee! ” “I noticed you.” “You did?” “Just noticed you—passing. You're big, you know.” “Not very. I weigh only one- thirty-five now.” “You look big. Perhaps it's your shoulders.” “I guess 80.” Socker felt that they were on dangerous Suny. Here was the good girl of his dreams and he knew it. He was afraid to speak to her of his profession. So many people have wrong ideas about prize fight- ers. So he changed the subject. “You better sit down,” he repeat- ed, pressing the girl gently toward the bench. “You look pale. I guess you were frightened, eh?” “Not a ittle lady over '‘t blame the dog; to sit on her knee and He was certain from the mo- He darted pet of the squir- “1 was.” | “That's too bad.” But he added | hastily, “I don't blame you. That Iwas a big dog and he sure meant ‘business with the little squirrel!” | Norma shuddered at the recollec- [tion of what had taken place. | “But it's all over now,” Socker | reassured her. ‘Sit down for a min- jute and rest. You'll be all right.” | There was understanding | i sympathy in his voice. The girl glanced upward at a |clock that graced a nearby tower. “I haven't much time,” she said slowly. “You got time to rest a minute,” the fighter insisted. “I have to get back,” she said. “I work in that store over there.” . “You work?” Socker grunted. “You mean—you work?" “Of course I work. All girls work, don't they? That is, ordinary girls like me.” What Socker said was unintelli- gible. Norma was recovering from her ry fright and regaining control. As a result, she surveyed the lad befcre her. His nose was a little flat but his eyes were so clear they made up for that defect. His shoulders were amazingly broad. She saw that his clothes were tailored. There was something about his jaw that impressed her, too. voice was soft and she sensed that he was at a disadvantage in talking with her. For that she liked him. He was bashful. Gentle. “You were so brave with that hideous dog,” she thanked him again. “Not very brave,” Socker depre- cated. “After all, he was only 2 “What is your name?” Norma asked suddenly. Socker caught himself just in time. He had been on the point of | giving the customary ring congno- men. | “Edward Knowles,” he answered. | “Mine is Norma Niles.” “How do you do?” Socker grin- ned inanely. He held forth his hand. “I'm here every day,” he said. “I must get back,” Norma said breathlessly. “I really must.” “Tn over with you,” Socker volunteered. “Don't be scared about your little squirrel. He's in the top of the highest tree in the park.” the street he took her arm. At the door of the store where she must leave him, he found the courage to speak again. “I'm in the park every day,” he (said. “I'll be there tomorrow.” Norma smiled and thanked him again for what he had done. She did not say that she would be in the park the next day. That afternoon girl ‘Socker drew his one consolation from the fact that neither had she said she would not be in the park. That started it. | They met continuously, and be- fore either sensed that there was anything unusual in the meetings, 'both knew that love had come to them. gether that questions they thought of overnight disap in the , transient happiness they found to- gether. They knew virtually noth- 'ing about each other, yet they loved. Each was winged romance to the other. But Socker had a secret. He was a prize fighter. And it was firmly embedded in his mind that nice girls were quite apt not to like prize fighters. Each night he prom- ised himself to make a clean breast of this secret on the next day. But when they met next day in the park, everything changed. Norma was so lovely, the mo- ments with her so precious that | Socker dared not risk their contin- uity. So the days passed and Time welded bonds as indissoluble as they were unsuspected. How long this might have gone on cannot be guessed. It is rea- sonable to presume that Socker nev- er would have revealed his profes- sional identify unless it were at the altar. But Fate stepped in. Sock- ‘er had a er. The er signed for a contest with a lad con- ceded to be of the contender class, and the newspapers took up the bally hoo. In the very nature of things, Socker's picture appeared often. This worried him; pricked (his conscience into a restlessness that exceeded that of a thief. Sure- ‘ly Norma must see these pictures land accuse him. When she did, matters would be much worse than [if he had told her voluntarily. But the first day after his pic- tures ran, she greeted him as usual and made no mention of them. Socker instantly decided that she did not look at the sport sections of the papers. He sighed with relief and decided that he would say noth- ing, at least until after this next bout. one to aid him toward retirement, ‘and surely Norma would understand such an evidence of his desire to make her happy. So he let the thing drift. Norma had begun by calling him “Mr. Knowles.” Soon this altered to a somewhat stiff and foreign- sounding “Edward.” Now she call. ‘ed him “Eddie,” and several times |he had held her hand as Shey sat there on the park bench during | those all-too-brief luncheon periods. his climb from obscurity to the pin- | One day, just three days, in fact, | before the big fight, Socker found /the courage to sound the girl out. [| “I see they're having a big boxing match soon,” he hinted. “Yes,” Norma giggled; “a match for the lightweight championship.” “That's right,” Socker agreed, mys- tified. “I Aidn't know girls were interested in such "44 “I never was,” Norma laughed. “But I am now, Eddie. Ill have something important to tell you in four days. Something that will sur- prise you to death. “Yeah?” Socker queried. “What?” “Didn't I say in three or four days?” “After the fight, you mean?” “Uh-huh.” Socker rubbed his blunt finger tips across his square chin and wrinkled thi beyond his comprehension. Did Ro know him? she known |him all along? Devoutly he hoped | 80. There was so little time to- The purse would be a fat deep his forehead. Here was some- “It'll surprise to death,” Nor- ‘ma repeated. “On, | so wonderful!” | “What?” Socker nsisted. "What's | wonderful ? Aw, tell me. Tell me— [Seam a aghast at His e was ag a own courage in using the term of endearment, but Norma looked into his eyes and showed him there what no lover ever has misunderstood. Socker for- got her secret. Nothing mattered but themselves. His muscular arm swept gently around her and he drew her close. The squirrel stirred angrily and dropped from the bench. 'If there were by the scene was an old one in the park. “Gee,” Socker muttered at long last. “Gee, Norma, I'm glad. Ilove you so much. Right from the very first I've loved you.” “Me too,” Norma sighed blissfully. “I'm so happy, Eddie.” She squeezed his “I'm so happy,” she went on, “I'm going to tell you the se- cret ahead of time. It's about Har- . You know, my brother H 2 “Yeah,” Socker nodded, “I know you got a brother. I'll have to meet him now, sweetheart. And your mother, and your old man. I bet they'll boot me out!” “Silly!” Norma crooned. “But listen. I must hurry back, and I want to tell you this. You'll never “Shoot,” Socker grunted. “Knock me stiff with surprise, you wonder gi " “Harry's going to be the light- weight champion of the world!” Norma said the words in portent. ous tones. She laughed gleefully when Socker sat enly erect. “I told you you'd be surprised!” she laughed. “But he is. He says so himself. He's sure to win.” ial was apescilens and this condition gave Norma an increasing delight at what she felt was his | surprise. His believe it!” with amazement,” she laughed. ‘don’t wonder you didn't ess it, dearest. How could you? You see, Harry doesn't fight under his own name. He calls himself “Battling Durkon’ and he fights Socker Dooley, the champion, next Thursday. “It means so much to us, Eddie. He'll be rich, and, wistfully, “we've never had money. Dad needs a rest and so does mother. Of course, I'm all right. I like to work. But Harry says he'll have so much | money he won't let even me work.” She paused and glanced at Sock- er. The lad's face was set and ghastly. Norma caught his arm. With a masterful effort he got con- i trol of himself. “It's ali right, sweetheart,” he said listlessly. “It's all right. But | you were right when you said you'd 8 me.” | __“But you take it so—seriously,” orma said wonderingly. “I'm afraid, after you get so much money, you won't bother about me.” Playfully Norma pressed her fing- ers across his lips. The lips, he realized, that had been glorified by her kisses. “x “Silly,” she charged ain. "Of course I will. Tll—why, Tl always love you. No would ever change that, Eddie! Once again he escorted her across ‘the street to her work. His brain was awhirl and his heart seemed smothering within him. Three days later he must defend his championship against Durkon; and Sutin Durkon was the brother of the girl he loved! From out this maelstrom of sud- den developments, Socker somehow got the basic facts. He was fight- ing the brother of Norma. lost, Norma could find happiness for herself and her people. If he won, the blows which battered out his ! triumph would forge her misery and dash the hopes of all those she held dear. In brief, that was what he faced. How it had all come about, he did not care. He presumed that Nor- ma had failed to recognize the news- paper pictures she must have seen. ‘But all that was Veside the issue ‘now. The problem itself was clear-cut. Must he win? Must he lose? Surprising as it might seem, the answer lay much with himself. Eddie, it will be | “You needn't be downright stupid Battling | If he “lI don't think you'd—change.” “What do you think?" | “I don't know,” Socker groaned (hopelessly. “I just hope you won't | change, that's all.” | “There's something the matter with you,” Norma said Sollcitousl. “Some! on mind. ou oy) Ming told you Har- iy wa going to fight the champion.” | fleetingly; then, “Are you ashamed of him, and of me be- cause I'm his sister?” | “What!” Socker gasped. | “I don’t think boxing is so bad,” ‘Norma defended. “What else could Harry do to make a lot of money honestly 7" | Socker dropped his elbows onto his knees and gripped his square hands. “I ain't ashamed of kim,” he said listlessly, “and I'm proud of you. Why, I'm even in favor of boxing!” “Then what is the matter, Eddie? If we really love each other I should think I'd be the first one to hear your troubles. If I was in trouble,’ 'she went on, “I'd come to you first of all.” “I ain't in trouble,” he lied. “I've bad a headache for two or three days. I guess that's it. He straight- ened and reached across the girl's lap so that the squirrel there on the bench could sniff at his finger tips. “Let's talk about something else, sweetheart,” he suggested. “I'm all | right.” “Don't you want to see the fight?" Norma queried. “Don't you want to go with me? I'm going to see it.” “No,” Socker groaned hastily. “That is, I want to, sweetheart— but I can't. I've got another date.” There was anquish in his voice and he withdrew his hand from the squirrel and caught the girl's forearm. “I'm going now,” he said brusquely. “But remember that I love you. I trust you, too. Don't ever forget that, Norma. Then, if you don't ¢ * His voice broke and he stood sud- denly erect. Before the girl could stop him he whirled walked away from her. He was almost rude. She rose and stood beside the bench, a hurt look upon her face and a vast wonderment in her eyes. Socker walked briskly, his square shoulders . He did not once look back. Something akin to a sob sounded in the girl's throat and she turned and hurried back toward the store. The squirrel was left alone on the bench. The contest was held in a ball park. The customary habiliments of such an affair were there in pro- fusion. Arc lights cast glaring white rays downward upon the can- vas of the . Three ropes were stretched taut from turnbuckles at- tached to four posts. These ‘were covered with red plush and the posts were of brass and twink- led in the profound illumination. Close to the ring were the press ‘rows, where typewriters and tele- graph instruments clicked magic words to multitudes. More than sev- enty thousand people lined benches which spread outward from the ring as though they had been flung there by some centrifugal power. In the far distance of the night, steel and concrete balconies loomed. | These were laden with a human cargo and the voice of the moh rose and faded in exact tempo with the happenings in the ring. Just outside one corner of the ring sat Norma Niles. The whole Scene was new to her. All about her reporters’ conversed in mystic parlance. Curt they were, and to the point. To the girl they seem- ed all-understanding and all-wise. The preliminary contests fright- ened her but she reasoned that these men were not champions. They ‘were all learning the art of fistj- cuffs and this, no doubt, explained why they were so often hit. he awaited in perturbation the appearance of Harry there in the |ring; and this Socker Dooley whom ‘he was to fight. Her lips moved in a vague prayer that this scene would mark the materialization of | her greatest dreams, In a dressing room under the con- crete stands, Socker Dooley paced the floor. His manager shook his (head doubtfully. Durkon was outclassed. All the ‘smart ones knew that. They said he was a game hoy and a strong | one, but Socker was a champion. Socker, while not underestimating his opponent, had taken the ap- proaching contest philosophically. He knew that he could win. Dur- kon was game and strong but not 80 fast as the champion, and speed will beat anything else on earth. So, mathematically, Socker knew that he was a winner. But now! It came to his immature mind | that a lady about to become a man's ‘wife would find defeat for that man most distasteful. Also, a man mar- /rying a lady assumed grave respon- | sibility in revealing her own broth- ler as greater than himself. If, for love of Norma, he lost the fight, | what was there to be gained? | Again, what of his managers? His seconds? His sparring ers? |All the thousands of loyal support- |ers who had stood by him through nacle of his profession? What of them? Could he, in a single gesture |of romantic selfishness, throw them ‘over? His mind was a torment. pelled by a great love to scale the heights of achievement, he felt him- self suddenly anchored by that very love. The condition of his mind rflected in his work. For the first time in his career, his handlers noted a lethargic sluggishness in his training. Each day he met Norma in the park and she noticed the change in him. There were protracted per- iods of silence between the two dur- ing these last three days. These hurt Norma because she realized that Socker was worried and thought she knew the ridiculous reason why. {In the end, she took him gently to task on this score. “You haven't very much faith in me,” she complained. “I don't see {how you can love me if you think |T'd change.” Im- “The champ ain't right,” he whis- | perea. | And this portenious me found its devious course over a highway of lips to the gambling | element at the ringside. | “There's somethin’ on his mind,” | the manager amplified. “He ain't the same Socker.” With the speed of lightning this, too, found its way to the ringside (and ,with almost an occult divina- tion, the crowd sensed the unusual, It became impatient for the clash of the champions. “I'll be all right,” Socker com- ‘plained, when his friends tried to cheer him. “I know what I'm do- ing, don't 1?” | He whirled upon his trainers. | “You got me into shape, didn't you? ! Well, that's your part of it. And (that’s done too. The fighting is my I'll take care of it.” Socker climbed into the ring amid | tumultuous applause. He sensed that Norma would be sitti side her brother's corner. promised himself not look there, but for some reason unknown to him- self, in all that vast arena the only spot his eyes could not avoid was the spot where he knew the girl to Their eyes met. Socker shudder- ed and turned away. Seconds were ing about the ring. announcer with hand aloft was endeavoring to bring about ssage the timer clanged his bell repeatedly. Pandemonium reigned. Yet to this champion of cham- pions, the world was a void. He seemed suspended in a vacuum through which he could see at a great distance a single white face. The face was Norma's. It was twisted in anguished disbelief. The red lips had gone white; the eyes were distended. Across her breast | her hands clutched each other and part. If you birds will shut up, | He had |silence. As an aid to this gesture, | ‘be knew they were the same dainty| The famed right of Socker Doo- hands which he so loved to hold. 'ley darted home. There was no | He forgot to shake hands with his question about its and cer- opponent and the referee had to di- tainly none about its power. It (rect him. When he returned to bis landed uk ou the Duriion chin. | corner, the er caught the The enger’s snapped back bathrobe A gy shoulders and and his knees beneath him turned while Socker rubbed his toes in the to rubber. ‘rosin, spoke to him. | He did not fall; he collapsed. It “Snap out of it, kid, will ?" was as though he shrank into him- he urged. “Shake off this thing self and became merely an inert that's got you. You know this heap there on the canvas under the | Durkon ain't no set-up. You've got glaring lights. Socker heard a faint ‘a fight on your hands, champ. Snap scream from behind the youngster's out of it, will you?” corner. He had not the courage to The words evoked no response. look in that direction. ! The bell rang. The sound seem- There was never any doubt about ed to come from an immeasurable the effect of that punch. As Sock- ‘distance. Socker tarned slowly, er had said, when it landed the fight crouched and went to ring center. was over. Durkon lay a sprawled He was outwardly calm, but the heap as the final count was tolled emotions which assailed him from above him. From a neutral corner within were tumultuous and cease- Socker awaited the completion of less, gripping and , and they this formality. Then, eyes still beat upon the source of his control downcast, he went to the prone war- with the endless energy of an angry rior and assisted in taking him to sea. Yet, too, he was calm. his corner. Those overhead lights swept to da A ar minutes 18 him a message. They created for was once n him an atmosphere in which he was himself. Realization brought tears a chamvion and never could be any. to his eyes but his face was un- thing but a champion. As he sid- blemished. led smoothly to ring center, there He had had his chance and lost. to meet his opponent, he knew that The champion still was champion he could not throw a fight. Awaiting the challenger was a mod- Durkon fought with an advertised st fortune for his effort. ferocity. Socker smiled slightlyat Socker slapped him on the back the enthusiam of the challenger they smiled at each other when he pressed to an immediate Words would have been superfluous attack. This was to show the Ihe winner walked across the ring multitude and Socker himself that '0 his corner, then slipped again in. there was no fear iu the lad's heart to his Patiitone. . merely because he fought a cham- Sool oS champ,” his manage: pion. ~ It was old stuff and Socker 3UE ou had us goin’ for & bided his time. He gave ground While, but don’t hold it against us and carefully studied Durkon’s style. Xid. You never fought that wa) The boy had a hard left hook but before. How were we to know?" he telegraphed it. = And when he a Re Socker smiled jerk used it, he made it possible to slip UY: PL do’t know. Mayb: inside with a straight right. Later Youll never know. Anyway, I won. on, Socker would capitalize that night he lay wide weakness. The fight was long eyed. What of Norma? What o enough. Fifteen rounds. So much he bench and the squirrel? Wha can in that time. Impa- Of the future of which he ha tience has lost so many champion. dreamed? What of love? His love ships. He walked through the park wit) Several times Socker let opportu- trepidation slowing his footsteps. H nities slip. Once he feinted the XPeW the girl would not be there challenger into a hupeless tangleon Yet! he must go there. Hopeless]: the ropes. He had a free shot with he fulfilled a solemn obligation t the famous right hand that had won Der, and to their love. Never coul the championship for him. But he It be said that Socker had faile Mtuhd ae Sow. wit ig he But she was there. He saw he this. Wise ones looked suggestively 25 he rounded a curve in the foot at each other. As usual, the fight path and the sight both thrilled an had been preceded by rumors that it ‘errorized him. What would sh was fixed. say? He saw that the squirrel wa As Socker sat in his corner after There eside Norma, but she gav the round, his manager urged him It No heed. again. As ne approached there was “It's all right to take your time,” look of wonderment on her lovel he counseled, “but don't pass up ot a Se Bot alter as he sto 1 ore her. She did not Scan Sivis re 9 Whiskers! merely looked upward at him, an feinted him off balance in that her eyes gave him confidence. ‘round? That's a wild left hook he's , Well?” he asked slowly, faite ’ ly. “Well, sweetheart?” t, Socker. Don't string it along \DELY , $20 much oF he might land with it. You-you are wonderful” No Accidents do happen. Step out now, Ma returned rapturously. “Th kid. Step out an’ paste this bird. MOSt wonderful man I ever knew Remember, there's a world’s cham- But—but—" Socker struggled f ionship hung on this ring post be- Words, but he reached forth ar nd you. It's worth a million Caught her willing hand. bucks, too.” Harry told me e ," No But Socker could see nothing, M& went on. “He explained it a think of nothing but that twisted, I think it is the most wonderf anguished face behind Durkon's cor- . 1 knew always, of cours ner. His mind rang with the that you were gentle. Knew it fro knowldege that he was fighting Nor- the second you rescued the litt ma's brother. Every time he hit ayiisrel an alked wo Je Bo) jem the lad, he hurt her. ’ | Ne The second ruond gave Durkon All thro a the knows now. more confidence. Once he did catch could have beaten his body’ and the champion with that winging left face Cut him, perhaps, and batte hook. The blow landed high, but eq him until he was just weak a face and sent him reeling into the didn't, Eddie. You waited; a) ropes. Durkon piled in after him everything in a single blow. Th with both arms flailing and the was gentle. You are the gentle crowd rose and shrieked its delight. man I ever saw. Oh, Eddie, Ilo Socker weaved through the flying you so—" —Hearst's Internatior hooks of his opponent and shot a Cosmopolitan. short, jolting rigmt hand to the heart. Durkon backed away. Sock- er grinned. Twice in that round came oppor- ON TYPEWRITER KEYBOAF tunity to drive home the Dooley ee right to the head. Both times Sock- The so-called universal keyboa) er held the hunch and those smart with minor changes, has been star men about the ringside saw thisand ard since the invention of the fir soon large rolls of money began to practical typewriter, which was ¢ appear. Something unusual was veloped by Christopher Latha afoot and the gambling gentry prof- Sholes and James Densmore wor its by such matters. ing together. Just how they arr Round after round this continued. ed at the particular arrangeme Socker side-stepped, pedaled, weav- has long been a subject of specu ed, stepped in and out, pulled Dur- tion and controversy. Sholes a kon out of himself and thus took Densmore were printers by tra the sting from his blows. Those and the usual a b ¢ arrangement Who knew, recognized the brains of letters which naturally suggests his exhibition and could not fathom self to the ordinary layman, mes his delay in ending the fight. (little to them. They were mc Durkon, though he carred his chin familiar with the arrangement well protected against his chest, type in the printer's case. This: nevertheless exposed his eyes, his counts for the fact that they « nose, his ears. The champion could not insist upon an alphabetical : ‘have worked on his body and meted rangement of the letters on the ke ‘out punishment that saps vitality. board, but it does not explain f{ But he did not. ‘arrangement of type in the printe “Listen,” the manager said to case. The accepted theory is t! Socker when half the fight had pass- the universal keyboard was the ed and the champion had been sult of mechanical difficulties . merciful to the point of destruction, countered by Sholes and Densmc “what's the big idea? You ain't This theory is accepted by all ° kiddin’ us, Jou know. Is this thing leading manufacturers of typew: in the bag? Have you crossed us? ers in America. In the first n We got plenty on you to win. You chines the type bars would coll can win in a walk if you'll start and stick fast when certain ki | were touched in sucession. The With the words, decision came to for the inventors grouped the ki Socker. “I'll shoot,” he said icily. and bars so as to eliminate t “Don’t worry that I'd cross any- trouble as much as possible. 7 [pody. I'll shoot, all right,” he re- system was perpetuated because peated. “But I'll pick my 3p0L, | the inconvenience incident to m: | When I do shoot, I'll hit. And when ing a change. |T hit, the fight'll be over.” As he spoke he glanced yond Durkon’s corner. there and she was vyooking directly (at him, her face still twisted and | her lips still white. {tend school in bare feet, accord Three more rounds 8 end | peatedly, the champion feinted his 0 Frank A. Bouelle, superint | man into a position of defenseless- | “There is no reason why you (Bess. And each time he let oppor- |g..." cnould wear shoes when ti tunity pass. It was in the twelfth ,.. "more comfortable without the (round that he found his long-await- |, ° cio” “7 wich T could go be | #4, chance, footed myself.” Durkon staged one of his mighty | Beach pajamas and dirty rushes and Socker gave ground be- | 4 roy pants are not proper at: fore it. He blocked those wild left | oo. "0" classroom, however, * hooks, moved at increasing speed 50 ~w.. da W. Sandifer, principal of ARRANGEMENT OF LETTERS i yver be- | Norma was CHILDREN ADMITTED TO SCHOOL IN BARE FE It is all right for children to (that Durkon must increase his own oo Hollywood high school. momentum. | Then, unexpectedly, Socker step- | ped forward ra of backward. Child (to young man who call | Instinctively, Durkon started his —Sister told me to entertain hook. But this time, owing to his 'till she comes down. forward momentum, he did not get| Young Man—Oh, she did, did s) {his chin into its customary haven| Child—Yes—and I'm not to |on his chest. |swer too many questions.