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Updated: June 2, 2025
If that isn't like Hicksville! The war over two years and " Just then the astonished and frightened face of a little, wizened old lady appeared in the kitchen doorway. "Mother!" Then in another moment he was helping the trembling form to a chair and laughing and stroking the gray hair and putting his arm around that thin, wrinkled neck. It was almost too much for her.
One fine day in the merry month of August when the birds were singing in the trees and all the schools were closed and hikes and camping and ice cream cones were in season, and the chickens were congregated on the platform of the Hicksville, North Carolina, post office, something of far reaching consequence happened.
So I shall always love these scout boys on account of you and would like to read about them but my eyes are not very strong. And now I say good-bye to you, my dear young friend and often I will think of you after I go to the Home. Mrs. Mary Haskell Hicksville, North Carolina.
"If it's for Lochinvar purposes, go as far as you like," I said, grandly. The cook studied me a moment, as if trying to find an insult in my words. "No," he replied. "It's for mine and the young lady's purposes, and we'll go only three miles to Hicksville. Now let me tell you somethin', Ross."
She presently reappeared with an envelope large enough to contain a brief history of the world on its outside, and together she and Pee-wee made up the detailed address which, in Pee-wee's handwriting, was destined to astonish Postmaster Hiram Hicks, of Hicksville, North Carolina.
About this time we received a letter from a sewing-machine agent at Hicksville, saying he would trade a machine for a County right. We left forthwith, without even bidding the landlord good-bye. It took us four days to trade for the machine, and money enough to pay our expenses for that time. We shipped the machine to Napoleon, and returned there ourselves on the first train.
Now don't think this is good-bye just because I'm sailing but remember the Atlantic Ocean isn't a one way street. Just chalk that up on the wall, and speaking about oceans don't forget about the water by the woodshed and do what I told you. So now good-bye dear old Mum and don't worry, and I won't go near Paris like you said. Hicksville is good enough for me. Your loving son. Old Mrs.
It was no wonder that Joshua Hicks was astonished, for things like this did not happen in Hicksville every day. The last previous event had been a circus but that was nothing compared to the large envelope. For the address on this was as follows: To a lady in Hicksville, North Carolina, who lives in a white house with the end of the porch broken and with a dog that has a collar.
Well, he run on, and on, and on, making up stuff about Hicksville and everybody in it he could invent, and I getting a little nervious, and wondering how this was going to help me out of my scrape; and at last, still talking along, he reached over and kissed Aunt Sally right on the mouth, and then settled back again in his chair comfortable, and was going on talking; but she jumped up and wiped it off with the back of her hand, and says: "You owdacious puppy!"
It was long before the great sensation in Hicksville, and on a certain pleasant day early in vacation, that Roy Blakeley, leader of the Silver Fox Patrol, and several scouts of the First Bridgeboro Troop were lined up along Bennett's counter partaking of refreshment.
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