Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1940-10-27
BY PHILIP H. LOVE-
Junior Star Editor.


good, his orange black costume
gave him certain appearance OF
stoutness that would make it diff
ficult for even his closest friends to
recognize him. -.
Hello, Pete"
Pete started. The young Turk who
addressed him looked vaguely ia
miliar.
"Oh-it's Bill"
The other boy took of his mask.
"Yeh," he said But how'd you
know?'
Just guessed Pete answered
But how'd you know me?"
"Shucks," said Bill, that was easy
could tell by your walk"
Excitement.
After a moment of silence. Pete
asked: We'll. what1l We do? Just
parade around and make lot
of noise?"
I've got a better idea, was the
reply. We'll do something excit-
ing-ring doorbells, move porch
furniture and garbage cans and
things, shoot peas at windows" ..
Pete hesitated. II promised
mother I'd be good" he said at last
She wouldn't want me to do those
things"
Jaw, don't be a sissy" Bill re-
torted. IN the first place, there's
nothing bad about those things
they're just fun, good fun. Why,
III bet your dad did 'em when he
was boy! And. besides" he added,
your mother won't know it any
how. Come oD-be SPORT"
Again Pete hesitated. "Aw, come
on" Bill persisted. BE a sport-be
q sporti''
We'll. all right" Pete finally
agreed. "Where1l We start?"
Moving Furniture.
Right here" Bill responded.
And he led the way through the
nearest yard and up the steps TO the
front porch.
Here's nice, big chair" he said
Take hold"
L AC DoyS Cdllltu TIE CIldlT NAH
way down the block and left it dan
Cling from one of the lower limbs
of tree. An automobile was parked
few feet farther down the street,
and they gave it thorough soap
ing before they moved on. Then
they espied garbage can: they
carried it around the block and
quietly deposited it on front
porch. And so they continued
moving furniture and garbage cans,
soaping cars, ringing doorbells,
Splatterlng peas against windows,
having what Bill described over and
over again as "a peachy time"
1t was late when Pete returned
home. He expected the folks to be
in bed, but his mother was sitting
in the living room. He was happy
so happy that he did not notice at
first that she had been crying.
Gosh, did have a swelltime-"
His laugh died with the suddenness
of winter sunset. Gee whiz,
mother" he cried. Whats the
matter?"
Trouble at Home
Some boys are so bad" his
mother answered I'm glad you
know how to have fun without do
ing mean things"
What do you mean, mother?
What's happened?"
Some bad BOYS took bench from
one of the houses across the street
and put 1t on our porch. Then they
rang the bell and when your father
went out after them he didn't see
the bench in the darkness, and he
fell over it."
"Gee-did he hurt himself?'
Skinned his leg very badly-but
the doctor said he was lucky he
didn't break it."
A lump was rising in Pete's throat.
He had to fight to push it down.
Then he said: Doctor? Did he
have to go to the doctor? Was it
that bad?"
Sleepless Night.
ooh, yes, it was very bad-very
painful. And to make things worse,
when I started for the doctors with
him I found that some bad boys
had let the air out of our tires 1t
was bad enough to write all over it
with soap, without f1attening all the
tires. .. Oh. I'm so glad you didn't
spend your Halloween making peo-
pie miserable!"
1t was a long time before Pete
slept that night. And then he had
the most unpleasant dreams-Bill
and himself searching the neighbour
hood for missing chairs and other
articles. of the two Of them wash
ing soap from automobiles, pumping
up fiat tires. answering doorbells
When he awoke his face was wet
with tears-tears that were hot with
Like Fun.
That afternoon. returning from an
errand. he met Bill
1--WE been looking all over for
you" Bill said. 1--WE got an idea on
how we can have some fun-some
real fun!"
Pete's lower lip quivered. you
can count me out" he said. Your
kind of fun isn't my kind-not after
last night, anyway"
whats the matter?" Bill de-
manded. I'VE had fun last night,
didn't we?"
Pete's lip curled. Like fun We
did, he retorted. And with his