The Washington herald., 1913-10-26

said when he crawled down the hobo's
collar
Il thought we'd have the exhibit or
Saturday the eOth." said Ketchum.
wen call it an International Meet
of course
! 1T takes two aeroplanes, at least, &c
make a meet the Big Boosters tone
was dubious.
| That's easy. Old Man Hussey's son
Charley is the local orville. He's got a
bed-slat monoplane on exhibition in the
dads livery stable. There's no more
fly in it than in gasoline stove, but
i it'll look fiighty enough hitched in front
O. one O. those hang-around sheds with
three or four French hostlers groomin'
the propeller. But that'n be merely the
side show
And the main event will be
"B. B. Blaney, as usual" said Brian.
Now come on-were Just about due to
talk to the editor of the Evening Star"
The following is a fragment roughly
torn that afternoon from the front page
of the aforementioned highly reliable
journal:
But the exhibits Of a purely scientific
nature will be overshadowed, as it were,
by the initial appearance Of Mr.. Brian
Boru Blaney the popular local Booster.
in the field of aviation. Mr.. Blaney win
go as a passenger in the biplane of a
Mr.. Horace Twigg. the world-fsmous
daredevil flyer.
EMr. Blaney, although a novice at
atAtion, will show his well-known
nerve in a series of fests which might
easily bring the pallor Of fear to the
cheeks of many a veteran at the sport.
As a leading event. promptly at the
hour Of two, Mr.. Blaney. directing the
flight Of Mr.. Twigs, viii rise from the
aviation grounds at Alden Villa, pro-
ceeding directly for the City Hall of
San Bruno. Above this edifice. poised
at height of a Thousand feet, the IA
nous birdman will execute a dip of
death to-a point no more than dozen
feet above the artistic statue Of Justice
on the dome of the Hall. And here Mr..
Blaney, celebrated for his fertility of
imagination, will perform a deed which,
for its ingenuity and sheer daring, has
not peer. For, the very instant the
mechanical flyer settles over the crown
OF the bronze goddess, Mr.. Blaney will
lean forth and cast upon the shoulders
OF the lovely deity a wreath of Califor-
MIA roses, kindly supplied by Evans &
Hutch, the well-known florists.
After this perilous sortie, as il not
satisfied with thrilling his fellow towns
men to the marrow, Mr.. Blaney prom
ises to treat US to another hair-raising
novelty. The air-iLip will return at
lightning speed to the aviation grounds,
and, directly over the grand stand, our
popular Booster will let drop from a
height of 900 feet an envelope contain
ing deed of gift to the five finest lots
in Alden Villa. The lucky finder of the
packet will be entitled to the lots de-
scribed, title free.
4hS dllSIHOOH program VIII
The advent of prosperity to Brian
Boru Blaney had brought with it the
most necessary of modern luxuries, an
automobile. With characteristic dread
Of obscurity. he had chosen a machine
with the longest hood, the biggest
wheels, and the most rakishly under
slung body that the money, one thou
sand eight hundred dollars, could buy.
During the years of leanness Brian had
always pictured himself as acquiring a
wife and an automobile at about the
same time; but Betsy Spencer stil lived
her life at Healthy View, the one de-
sired, the one unattainable treasure in
all the world.
The afternoon when the first an
nouncement of the aviation meet" had
beamed forth from the Evening Star,
Brian tuned up his flaming runabout
and went around to Betsy's house to
show the PAGES OF his new steed.
He found Betsy on the front porch,
reading a copy of the Star. Merrily he
honked the horn till Betsy, still holding
the newspaper, came out to the gate,
where he brought the yellow monster to
a stop.
Pipe my juggernautn' he cried, leap
ing out and patting his thirty-fold steed
on the hood.
Yours" she said incredulously.
Entire property OF Blaney, the speed
maniac" he confessed. The sweetest
little Quadruped that ever ran on rub
Der. Jump in, Betsy
Grandpa will be home to supper in a
minute" she objected, nevertheless per-
mitting herself to be hoisted to the seat
beside Brian. Bareheaded, the honey
sweet breeze making cloudy banners of |
her gypsy locks. he faced the winding
road down the gulch as the Little
Booster, taking impossible curves with
all the skillful enthusiasm of his ma
ture' swung wide circle through the
valley and up the mesa, finally setting
her down at her grandfather's cottage.
and happy
Its lovelyI' she cried ecstaticallv
Brian. grinning. threw open the hood. |
and she gazed at the orderly jumble of 1
bright new enginery.
Don't touch that exhaustr' he can
TONED. ITS hotter'n a fried rattle
snake"
Look at the thingamajigs" she ex<l
claimed. Think OF remembering 'em
all. And that big. brassy. coiled-upl
thing-like an enormous musical instru-
ment. Are those four white buttons on
top of the iron thing just for orna-
menty' She pointed to the small porce-
lain caps on the cylinders
"oh, say not so!' Brian laughed. 'Td