Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1915-09-08
Copyright. Street & Smith. 1911.

Sandy Wallace argued heavily against
the Immortality of the soul.
when you're dead" he said, you're
dead, and that let's you out. There amt
no coming back, because there amt moth
ing to come back. All this bunk about
livin' forever and pounding on a golden
harp is out of date. Hey. you kid Todd
what d'you think about it?"
David came out of the shower room
with bath towel wrapped around his
neck, fine statue of muscular Chris
tianity boiled pink by hot water.
"Huh?" said he. "Oh, yes. Arguing
about immortality again? Well, Wal
think have"
Finucane. Bob Kidd, Sam souzay.
and several others lent hand. The
thing which troubled them was that they
had not been able to make the new man
show resentment in any way. Natural
ly' they jumped to the conclusion that
Todd was seeking to avoid trouble.
You see, kid" said MacNabb to
Todd. they don't really mean you no
harm. They just want to see II you're
game. Now, If you'd wallop one of 'em
good and plenty, they'd lay off OF this
stun for keeps. They think you won't
fight"
''Uh-huh," said Todd gravely. That's
about the way l sized 1t up when the
thing started"
Sure! That's It'll Now, could horn
In and stop 1t, but 1t would only
make IT harder for you in the long run.
If thing has got to come, you know.
the sooner 1t comes the better. If you
get felon on your finger. the sooner
she gets ripe the sooner she gets well.
Now, looky, Ftnucane is a cinch. Every
body on the club has licked him, be-
cause he's got glass jaw. Next time
Ftnucane starts anything. Just chip him
once on the chin. Get knockout or two
In your record, and there won't be no
more of this preacher stun! But don't
go mixing up any with Candy. He's
hard nut in a fight"
Tough. is her" asked David. ''weu
Mr.. MacNabb. I'm getting sick of his
translations from Rabelais."
"Rabble--A?' said MacNabb. Come
again. l don't make that one"
A few days afterward, with the fuII
team for an audience. and the target close
at hand, Candy opened FIRE upon the Sum
day question.
preachers won't WORK on Sunday" said
Nipper For the matter o. that. I never
see one OF 'em that would work any day
In the week. They never do nothing
Just loaf around and live OFF the poor.
Methodista are"
Nobody ever knew Just what Il was that
Nipper was about to remark about the
Methodists, Ntpper himself couldn't re-
member He was conscious OF an inter
val hned with pinwheels, slxyrockets, Ro-
man candles, Vesuvian fowerpots and
other consultations OF Hight and color
which ended with the jarring explosion
OF heavy artillery-ls-inch guns al The
very least.
Davey Todd knelt beside the uncon.
scious second baseman.
stand back from him" said Todd
shortly. He isn't hurt as badly as he
deserves to be. Oh, YOU'RE corning arourS
all right. are your Now, listen, Canby.
ana this goes for the rest OF your hood.
lum friends: My father was a Methodist
minister. You're shy some teeth. ana
you've got lump on your law to help
~ ~ Ienisnlper IL. I've heard enough out
OF you about ministers, and II i near snv
derstand7"
Canpy understood part Of the discourse.
no roiied over on his chest. ana spat out