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"Perhaps we can beat them in the water, too." "Find Hi Martin this afternoon and settle it," added others. "I won't serve alone," Dick retorted, shaking his head. "If you fellows want me to serve on a committee and will give us full powers to act, I'm willing." "I think that will be the best way to go about it, boys," approved Old Dut.
In an instant the Central cheering became tumultuous. Even Ted Teall rubbed his eyes and gasped. For the Central Grammar School squad was marching toward the field, having just left the schoolhouse. At the head of all, chin well up, marched Old Dut. Back of him, two and two, marched Dick Prescott and his players. What marvel had been worked?
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?"
Whar you run, dar I'se gwine ter run right atter, so 'tain' no use a-rumpasin'. Hit's a pity dese yer ain' nuttin' but summer close." Dan looked at him a moment in silence, then he put out his hand and slapped him upon the shoulder. "You're a fool God bless you," he said. "Go 'way f'om yer, young Marster," responded the negro, in a high good-humour. "Dar's a speck er dut right on yo' shut."
As soon as Uncle Bob's back was turned, Gus, who had wearied of the Sunday-school, slipped out, and the old man had not noticed the change. The confusion resulting from this trifling circumstances was fearful. "Dut" made the first child. The question, "What did he make yer fur?" was promptly answered, "Marse Adum." "Eve wuz de fus man." "Marse Cain wuz de fus 'oman." "Marse Abel kilt his brudder."
Quelle émotion il dut avoir quand il vit luire Les portes énormes, aux lourds marteaux, de cette ville!... Regardait-il curieusement les entresols Ou les commis écrivent les livres de comptes? Eut-il envie de pleurer en resongeant A son cher perroquet,
"Master Dalzell," replied Old Dut, "coming from the boy who, as the records show, has been disciplined more frequently in the last year than any other pupil present, I consider that a tribute indeed." "I meant it," said Dan simply.
Yet Old Dut, expert reader of pupils' eyes and glances, presently cast a bombshell by declaring in his dryest tone: "Any pupil who writes anything believed to be funny will be required to explain before the class just what he considers the joke to be. He will then also be required to laugh three times at his own joke." Here we will leave the Grammar School boys and girls for the present.
With a look of deadly coldness I sought to chill the pride that shone in her eyes as she achieved this new enormity. "What is 'Dut'?" I asked severely. "Dut is is a Dut," she answered, somewhat abashed by my want of enthusiasm. "A Dut is a baddix a regular baddix," volunteered her brother. Following a device familiar to philologists, he submitted concrete examples.
"I now wish, young gentlemen," began Old Dut, "to introduce to you Mr. Edson Brown, who is interested in baseball, and who has a slight favor that he wishes to ask of you." "It's very simple," declared Mr. Brown, rising and stepping down from the platform. "I have been greatly interested in baseball for a number of years.
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