Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1899-06-29
What Happened.
90 HIS is what happened to boy one

60 HIS is what happened to boy one
Fourth Of July. | was not the boy,
x because l CHANGED to be a girl; but
/ know him very well, and he told me
about it yesterday.
He was called Dick, though it was not
his real name. He and his friend, Bob
Shannon, had been having a glorious time
| all day, on this particular Fourth.
They began at o'clock in the morning,
| with fish horns and torpedoes, then at 6
o'clock came the Antiques and Horri-
bles," and the two boys followed them all
over town, miles and miles, till their feet
| were sore, and their voices hoarse with
shouting. Such q sight as the Antiques
and Horribles" used to be! / remember
that myself, if l was ''only a girl"
They were dressed in rags and tatters,
with their masked faces grinning horribly
under ridiculous old hats. They blew huge
tin horns, hooted and yelled, and were
| surrounded by a crowd of shrieking boys,
| who tried to out-hoot and out-yell them.
What delightful moment was that,
| when, after my little heart had stood still
with fright at the near approach Of an
awful monster, with a negro's face and
billy goats horns, the face was suddenly
removed, and / saw the smiling, ruddy
face Of Sam Judkins, the grocer's boy,
greeting me with the customary Hello,
SISSY"
AS rule, it was an insult to be called
Sissy and could not abide it; but at that
| moment it was music in my ears.
Well, Bob Shannon and Dick followed
the "Horribles' to the end and then they
| went home and had breakfast. After that
they fired off crackers in the back yard,
with occasional concerts on the fish horn
| till noon; and then they went and took a
swim. Refreshed by the cool water, they
felt equal to anything, and gladly joined
the party that was going to fire off the old
brass cannon in the vacant lot behind the
school house. This was a truly martial
| joy.
Dick, who was boy Of lively imagina-
| ton, felt like Napoleon (before WATERLOO,
and Wellington and Grant before Rich
| mond, all rolled into one, and forgot that
| Alexander and Leonidas, his favorite he
roes of antiquity, knew nothing about the
| joys of gunpowder, and had never heard
the "crack!" "bang!' the sharp squirt Of
! the match and the soft ''f-z-z-z" of the
powder which make boys hearts leap to-
day.
By-and-by the old cannon broke, as ev-
eryone supposed it would, and strange to
say, no one was hurt.
Its all nonsense" said Dick, ''about
| boys getting hurt so much on the Fourth
of July. That is, Of course boys do get
| hurt, but it's only the stupid fellows who
don't know beans. A fellow who knows
what he's about has no need to get hurt.
Come along, Bob, and let's fire off this
powder that's left"
OF course that would be great fun, and
make a fitting link Of delight between the
day and the browning joy Of the evening
fireworks. Where should they go to fire
the powder? Why, the fiat gravel roof on
| the ell of Dicks house would be the very
place-of course it would!
Come along"
It was nice and hot on the roof in the
afternoon sun; the boys liked it hot. Care
fully they poured the remaining powder
out of the horn, making a pleasant little
heap beside the stout chimney, which was
to be their bulwark and place Of defense.
Then they laid the trail, very scientific
ally, round the chimney, and then they
stood and looked at it little while, tasting
the pure JOY Of anticipation, and quite
sure that there were no boys so happy Or
SO fortunate as they were in the world Of
Boston.
''Shall we touch it off now? Oh, wait
Just a minute! think what fun it will be,
wasn't it lucky we got this old horn? It
holds such jolly lot. Hi! won't the folks
In the street jump? Come on, Dick, let's
yet her off now"
"Ali right! Get behind the chimney,
and I'll touch her off. Oh, say, isn't
this funr
Bob hid himself behind the chimney;