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Updated: June 10, 2025


William Tecumseh Sherman's bank was nearby, but I suppose most of Boston's business men were generals-in-chief of the United States Army." My irony was ignored and as we reached the corner of Montgomery, I continued: "It was on this spot that James King of William, editor of the 'Bulletin, was shot down by James P. Casey, the ballot-box stuffer.

"Say, Pep, I hope you don't suspect anybody in this dormitory?" he added anxiously. "No, Stuffer," was the quick answer. Then Pepper broke into a grin. "Of course, if it was a doughnut, or a pie, I'd suspect you right off!" "Huh! It's no crime to take something to eat!" grunted Stuffer. "I'd hate to think any cadet was guilty," came from Emerald.

He was certain that McTurpin had somehow been at the bottom of it. Swiftly he was lost to all reason. He took the weapon from his pocket, examined it carefully to make certain that the caps were unimpaired by moisture. Then he set forth. At the polling station he made casual inquiries, but the ballot-box stuffer for some time had not been seen.

He had travelled in a train once, and now passed Hugh's door under easy steam, working his arms and legs like piston-rods, and giving piercing imitations of a steam-whistle at intervals. "Stuffer," said Hugh, "do you know where your grandmother is?" "No" said the Stuffer laconically. "I don't Choo, choo, choo, Whee-aw!"

When the boys got back to the Hall they found that the majority of their friends had gone to bed. Only Stuffer Singleton was up, reading a novel by the light of a wax-candle he had smuggled up to the room. "Hello! have a good time?" queried the boy who loved to eat, as he cast aside the volume. "Bang up," answered Jack, and then he went on quickly. "Stuffer, were you near the gym this afternoon?"

Jack and Andy followed their chum, and with a parting cry to Stuffer, all three pedaled along the highway leading to Point View Lodge. It was now night, but the three gas-lamps lit up the road so well that they had little difficulty in finding their way. "We are not due until six o'clock," said Jack. "So we can take it easy. No use of getting into a perspiration over it."

"We will, unless you stop to eat a doughnut!" put in Joe Nelson, and at this remark a general laugh went up, for Stuffer had once lost a long-distance running race because he stopped on the way to devour some cookies he had in his pocket. It was after school hours, and the cadets had gathered on the field where, during the summer, corn had been raised.

"I spoke to you all!" thundered the teacher. "What were you doing in here?" "I am dressing, Mr. Crabtree," answered Andy. "I am dressing, Mr. Crabtree," came from Jack. "I am dressing, too," put in Fred. "And so was I dressing," said Stuffer, with a smile. "And I was dressing," supplemented Pepper. "Come to think of it, I rather fancy we were all dressing.

Hodgson's bird and animal shooter, collector, and stuffer, with their ammunition and indispensables, had four more; there were besides, three Lepcha lads to climb trees and change the plant-papers, who had long been in my service in that capacity; and the party was completed by fourteen Bhotan coolies laden with food, consisting chiefly of rice with ghee, oil, capsicums, salt, and flour.

Also that an easy course, such as Bible History, was a "doze"; that to study was to "stuff" one who made a specialty of it being, consequently, a "stuffer"; that a boy who prided himself on athletic prowess was a "Greek"; that a recitation was a "recit"; that the recitation rooms were "cells," and many other important things.

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