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Updated: May 3, 2025
I've got to go home. We'll finish this fight tomorrow. Fatty can tackle me then, too." There were several protests but Fatty had had enough. He was glad of the opportunity to dive into the pond. One after the other the boys ran up the springboard until only Jim and the stranger were left. The man walked back into the grove and in a moment Jim, in his knickerbockers and blouse, joined him.
To disregard this truth is unreasonable in the abstract, and cruel in its consequences. If an extraordinary male gymnast can clear a height of ten feet with the aid of a springboard, it would be considered slightly absurd to ask a woman to leap eleven feet without one; yet this is precisely what society and the critics have always done.
It was a beautiful July day, and perhaps the boys were a little lazy. At any rate, they all became so quiet the little woodpeckers on the trees went on with their work pecking at the tree bark as if no human being was in sight. Suddenly there was a big splash! "August!" yelled all the boys at once, for indeed August was gone from the springboard. "Quick!" called Harry to his companions.
The "jack-knife dive" is made from the back-diving position by springing up in the air, doubling the body up from the waist, and throwing the legs up behind, trying to enter the water as clean as possible facing the springboard. The "dolphin dive" is the straight front dive, only the body must be turned sharply in the air from front to back.
He dragged himself up on the springboard dripping and spluttering, and clutching this latest memento of his submarine explorations. "It's a turtle t-u-r-t-e-l I mean l-e can't you understand English?" Pee-wee demanded as soon as the water was out of his mouth and nose. "Not submarine English," his companion retorted. "You can't keep your mouth shut even under water."
That beautiful country is frequently used as a springboard to heaven; and that I can understand, for the transition is less violent than from some other points of departure. But why so few natives? Shamelessly I lift the following biographical facts from Miss Amy Lowell's admirable essay on our poet. At the age of ten, the boy was moved to Lawrence, Massachusetts.
He attended to getting the licenses for the two launches and sent a letter up to old Uncle Jeb telling him to have a new springboard put up and notifying him that the woods property now belonged to the camp. It was a long slow day and a longer, slower night. Once, and only once, since his return, he had tried the movies.
Sahwah, burning with impatience to show her skill, climbed nimbly up to the very top of the tower and went off the highest springboard in a neat back dive that drew applause from the watchers, including Miss Armstrong. She also passed the rest of the test with a perfect rating.
The elder, Ariston, entertained him and frightened him out of his wits with lugubrious tales of cemeteries and ghosts; the little Aristas continued his gymnastic exercises; he had constructed a springboard by placing a plank upon a heap of sand and there he practised his death-defying leaps. One day Alonso, Tabuenca's aid, appeared in the Corralon accompanied by a woman and a little girl.
The springboard had been put in place at the lake's edge, too, and a couple of freshly painted rowboats were bobbing at the float, looking spick and glossy in the dying sunlight. Temple Camp was beginning to look natural and familiar. "I reckon it'll be a lively season," Uncle Jeb said, glancing about after his own strenuous day's work.
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