New Berlin's, I
guess. Pretty good. He's hanging out the slate with the time on
it. Eighteen and four-fifths. Oh, no, never in the world. Here's
the Mt. Victory boys. See that light-haired boy. Go it, towhead!
Ah, they've got the ladder crooked. Eighteen. That's not so bad
. . . . Oh, quit your fooling. He's nothing of the kind. Honestly?
What! that old skeezicks? Who to, for pity's sake? Well, I thought
he was a confirmed old bachelor, if anybody ever was. Well, sir,
that just goes to show that any man, I don't care who he is, can
get married if he - Who were those? Are those the Caledonia
juveniles? I don't think much of 'em, do you? Seventeen and
two-fifths. I wouldn't have thought it. So their team gets the
first prize. Well, we weren't in that.
What's next? "First prize, silver water-set, donated by Hon.
William Krouse." Since when did old Bill Krouse get to be
"Honorable?" Yes, well, don't talk to me about Bill Krouse. I
know him and his whole connection and there isn't an honest hair -
"Association trophy will also be competed for." Oh, that's the
goldlined loving cup we saw in the window. Our boys have won
it twice and the Caledonias have won it twice. If we get it this
time, it will be ours for keeps. "Run with truck one hundred and
fifty yards; take twenty-five foot ladder," and so forth and so
forth, Dan O'Brien's the boy for scaling ladders.
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