The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1921-02-26
Bread n Jelly"
Being Tale Of Spuds, Whitley, and
a Slice of Bread m Jelly.

one hand and another slice of bread
spread with peanut butter, in the
other. Spuds. or Richard, Barthel
new stepped carefully down the
stairs OF his back porch. The han6
that held the peanut-buttered bread
had just gone to his mouth, when
a short distance up the alley, walk
ing slowly along, Spuds spied his
old crony, Whitley Clifford. Whitley
was in deep thought, apparently
for his head was bent and he did
not see Spuds.
Hey. Whitey!" Spuds had de,
layed his bite into the bread and
peanut butter long enough to emf,
this call.
Whitley looked up. Hi, Spuds!
What va got?" Whitley had sharp
eyes for a lad of his size, so 1t is
little wonder that he detected FOOD
of some sort in Spuds' hands, even
though he was about a quarter Of 8
block distant. h
Bread n peanut butter" called
Spuds, walking toward the gate In
the backyard. At the mention OF
bread and peanut butter Whitley
began to dog-trot up to the Barth-
olmew gate. Bread and peanut but
ter always did interest him.
Whitley arrived at the gate, where
Spuds was waiting.
What va say va got, Spuds?'
Whitley inquired, climbing up on
the cross board of the gate and
swinging. 1t was Whitey's idea
that perhaps if he showed suffic.
lent interest in what Spuds had
Spuds would offer him some.
Peanut butter n bread, l told
va once-can't you see, dummy
Spuds was plainly a little out OF
sorts for some reason or other.
"A-w.w," replied Whitley. Spuds
could not see the point, though he
Whitley continued to swing on the
gate, and the squeak of the rusty
hinges was the only thing to break
the silence for the next few nom
ents. Spuds continued to muncf
the bread and peanut butter and
Whitley looked on with hungry eyes
What va got in the other hand,
Spuds?" Whitley looked eagerly al
the bread and jelly-thick spread
strawberry jam, 1t was, to be cor
rect.
Spuds' Impotence grew with this
query. What's a matter with you
annahow-can't you see no more,
huh? Don't va know bread n
jelly when va see 1t Gee whix-
what's a NATTER"
"Gi' me some. will ya?" Whitley
could see that it was useless to
hint, and so no decided to come
right out and ask for some of the
dainty morsel.
Spuds was shocked. "Give va
some? What do va think l am
annahow? Give va some? Say
go n git your own bread n jelly,
why don't ya?"
"Aw-w, don't git wise now"
who's gittin' wise? III git
wise if wunt to, I guess l will"
"Aw-w." Whitley climbed down
from the gate. His face was screw
ed into an expression of contempt.
If there was anything he positively
disliked it was a person who
couldn't understand.
Whitley walked into the yard and
stood in front of Spuds. Spuds did
not stop chewing on the crust OF
bread. Whitley stepped back pace
and sized up Spuds. His fists were
"Say-do you wunt to fight,
huh?" Whitley stuck his face into
Spuds'.
Spuds stood stock still, the bread
and peanut butter halfway to his
mouth. This was indeed a sur
prise. Whitley asking him If he
wanted to fight! Why. in all the
years they had "palled" together
neither had challenged the other to
fistic combat in this manner.
However, an immediate answer
10 the challenge was necessary.
Spuds reasoned. so placing the
slices of bread and jelly and pea
nut butter on the fence railing, and
rolling up his sleeves replied:
'Sure-sure Mike, I'll fight va.
Wunt to fight?'
They began.
you've often seen two young