The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1915-09-30
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ooh. OH" she cried. knocking his
panied outcry, What a way for =
little gentleman TO talk! Little sentle'
men don't say wicked
"Marjorie!" Penrod, enragN and dts
mayed. felt himself stung beyond al
endurance. Insult from her was hitter
err to endure than from any other
Don't you cali me that again"
"Why not. little g~entlemanT@
He stamped his foot. "YOu better
stop!"
Marjorie sent into his furious face
her lovely, spiteful laughter.
Little gentleman, little gentleman.
little gentleman" she said deliberately
"How's the little gentleman this after
noon? Hello. little gentleman!
Penrod. quite beside himself. danced
scientifically. DRY up he howied
"Dry up. dry up. dry up. dry up"
Mitchy-Mitch shouted with delight
and applied Il finger 10 the side OF the
caldron-a finger immediately snatch
ed away and wiped upon n handker-
chief by his fastidious sister.
little gellamun!" said Mitchy-
Mitch.
"You better look out" Penrod whirl-
ed upon this small offender with grim
satisfaction. Here was ut least some
thing male that could without dishon.
or be held responsible. you say that
again and I'll give you the worst
"You will not" snapped Marjorie, in
stantly vitriolic. Hell say just what
ever he wants to. and he'll say 1t just
as much as be wants TO. Say II
again, Mltchy-Mitch!"
little gellamunT' said Mitchy-Mitch
promptly.
"Ow-yahr Periods one production
was becoming affected by his mental
condition. You say that again and
III
go on. Mitchy-Mitch," cried Mario
RE. He can't do a thing. He don't
dare! Say Ii some more. Mltchy-Mitch
say II a whole lott'
Mitchy- Mitch. with his small, fat face
shining with confidence In his immu.
nifty. complied
little gellamunr' he ~squeaked ma
leyolently. Title gellamunl little
gellamun! little gellamunr'
The desperate Penrod bent over the
whitewashed rock, lifted 1t and then
outdoing Porthos, John Ridd and Ur'
sus In one miraculous burst OF strength
--heaved II into the air.
Marjorie screamed
But II was roo late. The big stone
descended into the precise midst Of the
caldron and Penrod got his mighty
splash. II was far. far beyond his ex-
pectations.
awfui efects-volcanic spectacles Of
nightmare and eruption. A black sheet
OF eccentric shape rose out OF the cal
dron and descended upon the three
children. who had DO time 10 evade II
After II fell. Mitchy-Mitch. who stood
nearest the caldron, was the thickest
though there was enough for all Bre'r
Rabbit would have fed from any of
them
When Marjorie and Mitchy-Mitch got
their breath. they used it vocally. and
seldom have more penetrating sounds
issued from human threats. Coinci-
dentally Marjorie. quite berserk. laid
hands upon the largest stick within
reach and fen upon Penrod with blind
fury. He had the presence Of mind TO
Zee. and they went round and round
the caldron. while Mitchy- Mitch feebly
-xurN - s1qlou- III.
In this pursuit, being pathetically like
that of a bug hshed out of an inkwell.
alive but discouraged
Attracted by the riot, Samuel VII
nams made his appearance, vaulting a
fence and was Immediately followed
by Maurice Levy and George Bassett.
They stared incredulously at the ex-
t~raordinary spectacle before them.
Little gen-til-mun!' shrieked Mar
jorie. with a wild stroke that landed
full upon Penrod's tarry cap.
"Ooochv bleated Penrod.
"It's Penrod!' shouted Sam Williams,
recognizing him by the voice. For an
instant he had been In some doubt.
"Penrod Schofeld" exclaimed Geor.
gle Bassett. what does this mean?'
That was Georges style. and had
helped to win him his title.
Marjorie leaned. painting upon her
stick. II cu-called-uh-him-ohr' she
sobbed-"I called him a lul-little-oh-
gentleman! And oh-lul-look.-oh, lul
look at my du-dress! Lubbock at Mum
itchy-Oh-M itch-oh."
Unexpectedly she smote again-with
results-and then. Selling the indistin-
~guishable hand Of Mitchy- Mitch. she
ran wailing homeward down the street.
Little gentleman said George
Bassett. with some evidences Of dis
turbed complacency. why, that's
what they call mey'
Yes, and you are one, toor' shouted
the maddened Penrod. But you bet.
ter not let anybody call me that! I've
stood enough around here for one day,
and you can't run over me. George
Bassett. Just you put that In your giz-
zard and smoke It'll"
Anybody has a perfect right" said