The Grammar School Boys in Summer Athletics

The Grammar School Boys in
Summer Athletics

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Title: The Grammar School Boys in Summer Athletics
Author: H. Irving Hancock
Release Date: June 25, 2004 [eBook #12735]
Language: English
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The Grammar School Boys in Summer Athletics
or, Dick & Co. Make Their Fame Secure
By H. Irving Hancock

CONTENTS

CHAPTERS
I. A Jolt on a Quiet Day II. The Vanishing Man III. Dick Marches His
Nine On IV. The Story of the Uniforms V. North Grammars Play Real

Ball VI. Setting With a Teaser VII. Ted Teall Faces the Storm VIII.
Two Rivals Plan Dire Revenge IX. Hi Martin Tries to Make Terms X.
"Babbling Butt-in" XI. Ted Feels the Flare-Back XII. The North
Grammar Captain Grilled XIII. "Big Injun---Heap Big Noise" XIV.
"Crazy as a Porous Plaster" XV. Bluffing Up to the Bug Game XVI.
"Ted's Terrors" Full of Fight XVII. Dodge and Ripley Hear Something
XVIII. Hi's Swimming Challenge XIX. Dave Darrin Flashes Fire XX.
Arranging the Swimming Match XXI. Old Dut Gives Wise Counsel
XXII. Hi Hears Something Elevating XXIII. Who Won the Swimming
Matches? XXIV. Conclusion

Chapter I
A JOLT ON A QUIET DAY
"There's just one thing that I keep thinking about on a day like this,"
Dave Darrin sighed contentedly.
"What's that?" Tom Reade wanted to know. "Supper?"
Darrin turned, favoring Reade with a flash of disgust from his large,
dark eyes.
"I'm still waiting for the information," insisted Tom after a short pause.
"You may as well wait," retorted Dave. "You wouldn't understand what
I feel, anyway. Any fellow who can keep his mind on supper, on a
grand June day like this-----"
"I imagine that you'll keep your mind on the meal when you reach the
table," predicted Tom, grinning.
"That'll be time enough," Dave rejoined. "But I'm not going to profane
the woods, on a perfect June day, by thinking of kitchen odors."
"Say, aren't you feeling well?" asked Tom gravely.
"That's just the point, I guess," broke in Dick Prescott, with a light

laugh. "Dave is feeling so extremely well and happy-----"
"Now, you're shouting," Darrin assented. "But it's no use for poor
Reade to ponder over the glories of nature. All he can think of is the
region bounded by his belt."
"Glories of nature?" repeated Reade. "If that's what you're talking about,
why didn't you announce your subject earlier? Yes, sir; nature is at her
greenest best to-day. Just look off through that line of trees, and see
how the light breeze moves the tops in that field of young corn,
and-----"
"Corn?" flared Dave. "Something to eat, of course! Tom, you're
hopeless when it comes to the finer things of life. You ought to have
been born in a pen, close to a well-filled trough. Corn, indeed!"
"This country would probably be bankrupt if there were no corn crop,
and you'd be digging hard for a living, instead of being a lazy
schoolboy," retorted Reade, with an indulgent smile. "Let me see; how
many hundred million dollars did Old Dut tell us the annual corn crop
brings in wealth to this country?"
All of the other boys, save Dave, glanced at Tom, but all shook their
heads. Statistics do not mix well in a Grammar School boy's head.
"Oh, well, it was a lot of money, anyway," Tom pursued his subject. "I
wouldn't mind having all the money that the American corn crop
brings."
"So you could buy the fanciest kinds of food, I suppose?" jeered Dave
Darrin.
"Never mind, Darry; if I had a lot of money I'd buy you the biggest and
softest mattress I could find, so that you'd have nothing to do but lie off
by yourself, look up at the green leaves and dream your summers away.
That lying on your back and looking up at the sky is what you call
reverie, isn't it?"

"Quit your kidding!" ordered Dave.
"Is it reverie?" asked Harry Hazelton, "or just plain laziness that ails
Dave?"
"Laziness, of course," laughed Tom. "Dave, I guess Harry has more
sense in naming things than any of us. Yes; that's it! And Dick thought
it was merely poetic temperament."
"Temperament? What's that?" grinned Dan Dalzell. "Is that what you
get in June by adding up the column of figures in the thermometer?"
To signify his