There goes the Caledonia chief.
I'll bet he feels like thirty cents, Spanish. Ya-a-a-ah! Ya-a-a-ah!
Where's Caledonia now? They can't beat that, the other fellows
can't, and it's our trophy for keeps . . . . Oh, some crank in the
next row. "Wouldn't I please sit down and not obstruct the view."
Guess he comes from Caledonia. Looks like it. You stand up, too,
why don't you? Those planks are terribly hard . . . . I didn't
notice. Yes, that wasn't so bad. Twenty-five and two-fifths. But
it's our trophy. There goes Dan now. Hey, Dan! Good boy, Dan!
Wave your handkerchief at him. Hooray-ay-ay! Good boy, Dan!
Next is a wet race. Now look out. Let's see what the program
says: "Run seventy-five yards to structure, on top of which an
empty barrel has been placed with spout outlet near top. Barrel
to be filled with water by means of buckets from reservoir" -
That big tin-lined box opposite is the reservoir. They are filling
it now with a hose attached to the water-plug yonder - "until water
issues from spout." What are they all laughing at? Which one? Oh,
but isn't she mad? Talk about a wet hen. Why, Charley, the hose
got away from the man that was filling the reservoir and the lady
was splashed. Why don't you use your eyes and see what's going on
and not be bothering me to tell you? Ip! There it goes again.
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