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"I'll get Garlach to write Socrat a note," said Jack. "Where's the fun in that?" asked Bony. "Then I'll have Socrat send a little missive to Garlach." "What's the answer?" demanded Nat. "Garlach will write in French and Socrat will pen a few lines in German, and I'll tell 'em what to write," Jack went on. "Do you see my drift, as the snow bank said to the wind?" "Good!" exclaimed Sam. "Go ahead."
The two professors exchanged notes, and then stepped over to a flaring gaslight where they could read them. "Now watch out!" exclaimed Jack. "Ha!" cried the German. "Vas ist dis?" "Pah!" cried Mr. Socrat. "Diable! I am insult!" "Dot Frenchman iss von pig-hog!" came from Mr. Garlach. "See! So I will treat ze writair!" exclaimed Mr. Socrat, tearing the note to shreds and stamping on the pieces.
But I have here a note in which I wish to greet you wiz the happiness of parting. It iss in your own language!" "Ach! So! I too have a missive for you," went on Mr. Garlach, somewhat modified. "It iss in your tongue as I belief, but I am not so goot in it as perhaps you are." "It is charming of you," spoke Mr. Socrat, bowing low.
Speak not of him!" growled Garlach. "I think he wants to make friends with you," went on Jack, trying not to smile. "In fact he said as much to me. He said he would like to write you a farewell note and apologize for anything that might have given you offense." The German's manner changed. Jack was speaking the truth, though he had been instrumental in bringing the matter about.
"We ought to work Professors Garlach and Socrat into it somehow," suggested Bony. "They're more fun than a bunch of monkeys." "Get 'em to fight another duel," put in Sam. "They'd suspect something leading up to that," spoke John Smith. "Let's see if we can't make one outdo the other in politeness." suggested Jack. "I have a sort of scheme." "Trot it out!" demanded Sam.
He detailed how he had seen Jack and his friends out late, how he had come upon them using arnica, and mentioned some of their pranks in the past, including the mock duel arranged between Professor Socrat the French teacher and Professor Garlach, the German instructor. "I admit I have played pranks in the past," said Jack frankly, "but I'm not guilty this time.
"Let me lead!" "Too late!" cried Sam, as he ran out and got at the head of the impromptu procession. "Came on and get Socrat and Garlach in line!" called Jack. "We'll make 'em march side by side and forget all their troubles." The idea was received with shouts of laughter. Off the lads started on a run for the rooms of the two professors. "Come on!" cried Jack to Mr. Garlach. "Ach!
Then, as the door at the farther end of the room opened, allowing light from the hall to come in, a voice asked: "What's the matter? "Matter enough! I am terrible insult!" exclaimed Mr. Socrat from behind a table where he was crouching. "I must be apologized by alretty!" muttered Mr. Garlach, in deep tones. "What is this all about?" demanded Dr. Mead, who had made the first inquiry.
Vat iss it now?" inquired the instructor, vainly struggling against the hold Jack had of him. "You boys vill drive me to distraction!" "Got to take part in the grand march!" went on Jack. Before Mr. Garlach knew what was happening, he found himself being hustled out of his chambers and fairly carried along in a rush of the students.
"I know not de silly tongue!" grunted Mr. Garlach. "I'll write it for you," Jack said, turning aside his head to conceal a grin. "I'm pretty good at French." "Den you may do so," said Mr. Garlach. "I haf no objections to accepting his apologies, and being friends mit him." "Then here's the note," said Jack, handing over one he had prepared. "Sign it and be in the chapel in ten minutes. Mr.
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