The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1921-01-08


gate, waiting their arrival. Greet
ings in the form of shouts and fly
ing snowballs were exchanged, and
the party of three continued the
journey to the cave. 1t was yet
early in the morning, $3.50, per-
haps, and the boys were in no
hurry.
They arrived at the cave after
an hours tramp through snow COW
cred fields, and soon had a crack
ling fire going, and the potatoes
nestled snugly in the glowing en-
bers, roasting.
When the boys believed the pota-
toes sufficiently roasted they scrap
ed them from the fire, and immed-
lately fell to.
Everything was peaceful. The
potatoes were exceptionally good
and the three boys were in good
spirits.
Then suddenly, Tom Jones, sit
ting across the little fire from Cal
Moore, drew back his arm and with
a shout of Lookout across there!"
let fly a large piece of burnt pota-
to skin. The blackened crust
pumped squarely on Gals left eye.
Tom and Pete roared with laugh
ter. Cal spluttered.
Then, as suddenly as the black
crust had been thrown, Cal jumped
to his feet, tossed aside the potato
he had been munching and yelling
shrilly you better lookout your
self" leaped across the fire and
landed on the shoulders of the sit
ting Tom Jones, bearing him to the
ground with a thud.
Calvin Percival Moore was about
to get his revenge.
Fists flew fast and wildly.
Whacks filled the air as the fists
landed. There were no shouts,
only an occasional grunt as the two
boys rolled over and over in the
snow. First Cal was on top, then
Tom. There was no particular Or
der-nothing seemed against the
rules.
Pete Porter stood off to one side
starring open-mouthed. This was
the best scrap he had witnessed in
many day.
Finally Calvin Percival twined
his legs about the body of his op-
ponent and squeezed. That squeeze
sapped the strength from Tom, who
was now below Cal. Tom grew
weak; tears came to his eyes.
Say when you're licked" NUT
tered Cal, breathing hard.
But Tom Jones wasn't going to
give in until he had to. However,
try as he would, he could not break
Gals hold. and so, after long sill
ence and waiting he muttered, Jaw
right. le' me up" =
Say you're licked" insisted Cal.
"Aw-aw-aw right. femme up"
You Hcked?" Cal frightened his
grin and squeezed his legs together
harder.
Torn Jones pasned. He couldn't
stand it any longer.
"Tm-I'm licked" he whispered
with big tears streaming from his
eyes. &.
When young Calvin Percival
Moore. his shirt and nants in
shreds. his face bloody and scratch
ed, arrived home an hour or so lat
er. he was a sight to behold. His
mother gasped as he YEARLY stamp
ed into the house.
"Why-why-what on earth!-
Calvin Percival Moore! Oh Calvin,
what"
And so it came to pass that when
Calvin's father came home that
night and Mrs. Moore related the
days happenings, having special
stress on Calvin's battle with Tom
Jones, Calvin Percival was sent up-
stairs and to bed-supperless.
In his room he threw himself on
the floor and sobbed loudly.
His mother, turning the key and
locking the door. STONED to the key
hole and with fearful eyes, listen
ed.
"Shucks," Calvin was saying be-
tween mourful. drawn out sobs,
"shucks. and them doggone (sob)
resolutions-why gee whiz, and
they wasn't even s'posed (sob) to