The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1911-01-12

nara, out ne llSu ScHcTdHN btth SNCtcs*lul
on account Of his determined jaw and the
alacrity Of mind he had acquired in bust
ness.
Bv the time he reached home, he had
finished the chapter ON General Descrip-
ton oi Lawn Tennis
Its like pingpong, only different he
summed pp, as he dropped into his chair At
the boarding house table and started the
second chapter ON How TO Build and
Keep a Court
Nobody interrupted his train Of thought
until he began buttering his coffee, had put
three humps OF sugar on his pork chop and
started to pour on the cream
Then the landlady objected:
Mr.. Kinks Size said, folding her hands
firmly, COMPRISING Ter lips and trying to
be very polite. ann | to infer that YOU
can't tell the difference between the French
chops with matron d'Lotd sauce and the
exquisite blend Of mocha and java in your
cup2'
oh" he said, locking up with confused
seli-consciousness. : vas just going to eat
the coffee and drink the pork chop"
And here 60 on casting my pearls he
fore but the landlady stopped abruptly,
fearing that the finish might be construed as
a pcssibe reflection on the French chop.
Alone in his room a little later, Kinks
busted himself with "A First Lesson for
Beginners"
Ae glowed as the thing advanced 1t was
all about love and court and splice "
Ii wasn't hall bad game, and many times
Kinks found it necessary to jerk himself out
Of day-dream haloing about Miss Brock
way.
At nine O'Clock ne had finished the book
and mastered tie theory of the game.
"Now for little practice, " he said aloud,
jumping from his chair and shouting, Per
kina!' through the door.
In a minute stoop-shouldered, cigarette
! smoking youth appeared, vision in yel-
low vest and green bed-shppers.
"Well, what-dyah-want?" he queried
, showing in his amiably weak chin with
sparse whiskers jutting out, and passing a
) clammy hand over his upper lip which pro
truded in a most protecting manner over
t the lower one.
( Did you ever play tennis2 asked Kinks
5 in a businesslike tone, pulling Perkins In anC
5 softly closing the door behind him.
No, but I've done turn at both poo
and pinochle
4 Its not like that" Kinks told him
: ITS ike pingpong Ever play it7'
4 Oh, sure! It's one OF them parlo
t games, Ike crochinole an Post Office Per
5 kins INDUCED in a facetous smile, anC
allowed two gold teeth to illuminate his co,
expression.
= No, this is ldagn tennis. You know
q what | mean. They play it with racke
|c and a rubber ball in a court. There's a 10
~ OF science to it. all about ground-strokes
- voleys, lobs, I.awlords and backhan'
o strokes; yoH know? "
n "Oh, sure | know" Perkins CRIME
= good-naturedly. " | seen some girls playir
|C it at Fireman's Picnic one time, out nea
y Hackensack,"
/. That's it, enthused Kinks, grabbin
II up a hair-brush and forcing it into Perkin:
i wabbly hand Here Pretend that's
o racket :
II lie glanced around quickly for somethin
- to simulate ball On his dresser was
10 little plaster-of-pa advertising pickle b
l. had worn ior a watch charm until he wa
p promoted 10 assistant buyer
10 Grabbing il up. Kinks dexterously folde
q a newspaper into i seryiceable bat, breath
essly portioned oil his seven-by-iour bed
room into tennis court, according to Il.
instructions in the book and stretched til
:. waist cord from his bath robe across IT,
: room fer net.
: Perkins stood hy foolishly iumbhng tn
r. hair brush and making suggestions
% Now. cried Kinks. Ieaping to the bee
i which formed his hall oi TIE court. /
serve the pickle 10 sou and YOU bat it back.
4 When I'm serN ed pic. les want en- D
plate, declared Perkins
\ Come on Ne ioolishness, I've got I
i learn this game before morning, ordere
a Hinks tossing the Naich-oharm into ii
air ana tanning at IT, Tie missed tire
times in succession. to PERKINS, great gle
Ought to have bat IN each hard.
> commented caustically. standing Oh his III
toes awaiting the pickle.
Y Kinks. with vicious stroke, hit 4
'o object and il landed with ping on h
shaving glass. Perkins lrantioalN lannlT
the air with the hair brush All around II.
Il Kinks jaw dropped as the pickle fell
the foor
Ie, We've got to get something else"
at decided That wont bounce
They put their heads together and d
ed cussed every object IN the roon be, t
Is. nothing that would do
is ! know. cried perkins. with s1t,
inspiration He dar;ed out and re.rnt
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