News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1915-06-16

eye could fail at first glance to detec
the difference between himself and the
former purposes Of these stockings
Fold. wrinkle. and void shrieked theil
history with a hundred tongues, invok
ing earthquake, eclipse and blue ruin
The frantic youths final submission
was obtained only after q painful tele
phonic conversation between himself
and his father. the latter having been
called up and upon by the exhausted
Mrs. Schofield. to subjugate his off
spring by wire.
The two ladies made all possible
haste after this to deliver Penrod into
the hands of Mrs. Lora Rewbush.
Nevertheless, they found opportunity
to exchange earnest congratulations
upon his not having recognized the
humble but serviceable paternal gar
ment now brilliant about the Lance
lotish middle. Altogether, they felt
that the costume was a success. Pen
rod looked like nothing ever remotely
imagined by Sir Thomas Mallory or
Alfred Tennyson-for that matter he
looked like nothing ever before seen
on earth-but as Mrs. Schofield and
Margaret took their pie @es in the audi
ence at the Women's Arts and Guild
hall. the anxiety they felt concerning
Periods evolutionary ana gesticular
powers so soon to be put to public
test was pleasantly tempered by their
CO ticfo ctinr, that nuinr tn hnir Of
forts, his outward appearance would
be credit to the family.
The Child Sir Lancelot found him
self in a large anterOom behind the
stage--a room crowded with excited
children, all about equally medieval
and artistic Penrod was less con-
Gpicuous than he thought himself, but
he was so preoccupied with his own
shame, steeliug his nerves to meet
the first inevitable taunting reference
10 his sisters stockings, that he failed
TO perceive there We're others present
in much of his own unnamed condi-
ton. Retiring to corner immediate
ly upon his entrance. he managed to
unfasten the mantle at the shoulders
and, drawing it round him, pinned it
again at his throat so that it concealed
the rest of his costume. This permit
ted temporary relief, but increased
his horror of the moment when, in
pursuance of the action of the "pag-
can't" the sheltering garment must be
east aside.
Some of the other child knights
we're also keeping their mantles close
lbout them. A few of the envied opu-
ent swung brilliant fabrics from their
shoulders, airily showing off hired !
plendorS from a professional costum-
RS stock, while one or two were in
'ulting examples of parental indul-
gence, particularly little Maurice Levy,
he Child Sir Galahad. This shrinking
person went DANGEROUSLY about, max
ng it known everywhere that the best
ailor in town had been dazzled by a
great sum into constructing his cos
ume. 1t consisted of blue velvet
lnickerbockers, a white satin waist
'Oat and beautifully cut little swal-
ow tailed coat with pearl buttons.
The medieval and artistic triumph
vas completed by a mantle of yellow
yelvet and little white boots sporting
gold tasSels.
All this radiance paused in bril-
liant career and addressed the Child
Sir Lancelot, gathering an Immediate
Y formed semicircular audience of lit
lie girls. Woman was ever the trailer
If magnificence.
what you got On?" inquired Mr..
levy after dispensing information.
What you got on under that ole golf
ape?"
Penrod looked upon him coldly. At
ther times his questioner would have
approached him with Difference, even
With apprehension. But today the
Ihild Sir Galahad was somewhat in
oXicated with the power of his own
eauty.
What you got on?" he repeated.
"Oh, nothin'," said penrOd. with an
Indifference assumed at great cost to
is nervous system.
The elate Maurice was inspired to
ct up as Il wit. Then you're nakidv'
e shouted eXultantly. "Penrod Scho- ,
cid says he hasn't got nothin' on IN
er that ole golf cape! He's Hlkid.
les nakid.
The audience of little girls giggled ir-
tatingly. and a javelin pierced the
wards of Penrod when he saw that
he Child Elaine, amber curled and '
eautiful Marjorie Jones. lifted golden |
tighter to the horrid jest.
Other boys and girls came fiocking S
} the uproar. Hes nakid. he's ma
id" shrieked the Child Sir Galahad
Penrod Schofield's nakid! He's na-a-a-
d.
Hush, hush!' said Mrs. Lora Rev
ash, pushing her way into the group.
Remember, we are all little knights
nd ladies today. Little knights and
dies of the Table Round would not
axe so much noise. Now, children.
e must begin TO take our places on !
e stage. Is everybody herey'
Penrod made his escape under cover
this diversion. He slid behind Mrs
ora Rewbush and, being near door, ,
lened it unnoticed and went out
lickly. closing it behind him. He
und himself in a narrow and vacant y
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