The Waterbury Democrat., 1940-11-09

I was right" ,, rowed. Are you sure it was you that did it?"
 The car stopped. Dot swept out with an angry tilt of her nose. well, that's gratitudel Of course, if YOU don't believe me ."
 Bill ran after her, horrified. Now was no time to make her mad. Sure, I believe you, Dot" :"
 She was modified. "An right, II you're sorry"
 It was a bad night for Bill. He struggled manfully to keep in time with the music, but after the first attempt Dot found plenty of eX- cuses to dance with the other boys. Bill made no objection. He was glad to be alone.
 He was leaning against the bandstand when Bullethead Pes- kin entered. His round little eyes gleamed balefully as they rested upon Bill, believing, where's my girl, Mentor?"
 Bill, tanning his hands deep in his pockets, was determined not to quarrel. T don't know, Bullet head. Who'd you bringp"
 Don't be funny" Peskin sneered. You know what I mean. dated Dot for this shindig two months ago.
 Bill said truthfully, q didn't know that"
 Like heck you didnt!" Bullet head seemed to mistake Bnls calmness for fear. He thrust his head forward. If you know what's good for you, Mentor, you'll beat it."
 Not unless Dot wants me to-" Bill retorted.
 you come outside" Bullethead ordered. "Well settle this"
 Careful" Bill said. Don't for get this is school dance. We can't scrap here"
 why not?" Bullethead damned a meaty shoulder into Bills chest, "Scared?"
 Bill went white about the mouth. With an effort he kept his hands in his pockets. "1n take that up with you later" he grated.
 "Oh. no, right now" Bullethead said, swinging punch at Bill.
 Bill ducked neatly, but Peskin's knuckles took skin from his jaw. Swiftly Bills fists came out of his pockets. MT. Marx, one of the chaperons, turned just in time to witness the clean, hard uppercut that snapped against Peskin's jaw. Bullethead wilted to the floor, all the fight gone out of him.
 MT. Marx grabbed Bills arm, "What's the meaning of this, Men- tor?"
 Before Bill could reply, Dot Skelton pushed through the crowd of young people and announced dramatically, They were fighting over me, Mir. Marx
 "Is that true, Mentor?"
 "Yes, sir"
 Dot held the center of the stage, her green eyes glowing. I'm just awfully sorry, MT. Marx. They're such jealous boys. do try to keep them apart"
 Marx. @ fussy little man, said nervously, From what l could observe, Mentor, you were the agressor in this quarrel. I feel called upon to inform your father of the circumstances. In the meantime, I suggest that you leave"
 Hard knocks had taught Bill Mentor not to argue with those .n authority. He turned toward the door without a word. Outside, he was surprised to find Dot at his side. She took his arm and pressed close to him.
 Bill, you were marvellous! I'm just so proud could bursN Every girl there was simply green witt, envy"
 Bills face was grim. Did you really tell Bullethead he could take you tonight?"
 Dots laugh foated lightly across teh frosty night. What If I did Bill? That was a long time ago like you so much better than Bullethead."
 After a thoughtful silence Bill said, T guess Bullethead had a right to be sore. Old man Peskin too. I've got myself in a sweet jam"
 Nothing of the sort. Bill. I'll explain everything to Father"
 will you?" Bill asked eagerly T sure don't want to get in bad with the board just now"
 Don't you worry, Bill. I've fixed things so far, haven't IF"
 Bill said with some doubt well, yes ." By this time they had reached Dots front porch Good night. Dot"
 "Is that al, Bill?" she pouted.
 Bill saw his duty and did 1t - g reluctant peck at Dots cheek.
 T don't feel so hot. I'll sec you Monday"
 Buck didn't mention the party Sunday morning He was engrossec