ALTON CELEBRATES
These was no moisture in the little easterly wind that blew across
the field when Alton kicked off to Kenly, but the clouds were heavy
and the afternoon was gray and chill. Lack of sunshine, however, had
not affected the attendance. The stands were filled, the rows of
settees from the gymnasium and chairs from the halls were occupied and
the crowd spilled over the ground in large numbers and sat on rugs,
newspapers, anything that would serve. Alton was present, Academy
and town, and so to a lesser degree was Lakeville. Gray-and-gold
banners, arm-bands and megaphones lighted one side of the field,
the cherry-and-black of Kenly sprinkled the other. Earnest youths,
white-sweatered, bareheaded, gesticulated and cavorted while rival
cheers and songs rose to the sullen sky. At two o’clock, having won the
toss, Kenly spread her warriors over the north end of the gridiron.
Warriors they looked, too, rangy, broad-shouldered youths, red-sleeved,
black-helmeted. Captain Jonas swung a sturdy leg and the ball rose in
the air. But there were no tees that year and the pigskin’s flight was
short and low. Alton’s backs were far from the catcher and Kenly lined
up on her thirty-four.
Two plunges, with a tackle carrying, ripped the Alton line wide and
made it first down almost in the middle of the field. But a third
attempt was stopped short and a full-back smash on Wick yielded but
two yards. Kenly shifted to the left and sent her quarter through Lowe
for four more. Then, however, with four to go, Kenly had to punt. The
effort, aided slightly by a gust of wind, was good for forty yards
and dropped close to the side-line and into Storer’s arms. Nip made
six before he was nailed by a Kenly end and the ball lay on the Alton
twenty-one. Galvin tried the left wing from punting position but was
unable to gain, and on the second down Storer kicked to the enemy’s
forty-six where Dutch Kruger slammed the catcher to the earth. Time was
taken out for Kenly while her quarter-back was ministered to.
The Cherry-and-Black showed her system then. Using a shift she divided
the attack and alternated the ball between the short and long side of
the line, gaining first down on three plunges and again on four. Alton
was puzzled by the method and had difficulty in finding the runner.
The Kenly backs were heavy and, although they started slow and failed
to get under full steam by the time they reached the line, they gained
consistently. Gus Thomas was hurt and Dozier took his place at left
tackle. Alton tightened up on her thirty-three yards and Kenly used two
downs to make four yards through the line. A short pass over the center
was knocked down by Storer. The enemy right guard was pulled out of the
line and sent back to near the forty-yard line. That Kenly meant to try
a field-goal from there seemed improbable. The ball went to the kicker,
however, and he swung his leg before he sprang off to the right. Dozier
attempted a tackle and was brushed aside and the runner, swinging wide,
eluded Storer and kept on until he was run out on the fourteen.
That Alton was due to be scored on was fairly certain, and
cherry-and-black banners waved wildly. One smash at the center of
the defending team put Kenly on the twelve. Then, using the puzzling
shift and split attack, the enemy right half charged past Haines and
went to the three yards with Bert attached to his waist. It was Galvin
who brought him down. It took two attempts to get the Kenly full-back
across the goal line, but get there he did, choosing Captain Jonas as a
final victim.
Bert lined up under his goal post fuming at himself for not making a
better tackle. If he had got lower that runner would never have reeled
off nine yards. He should have stopped him well short of the five.
Regrets, however, were vain, for there was the ball sailing over the
cross-bar and Kenly had a nice seven-point lead!
Again Captain Lowe booted the ball from midfield, and this time it
sailed high and far and Savell and Haines were both ready for the
catcher on his twelve yards and no amount of squirming could get him
free. The whistle blew for the period then.
Alton retreated slowly to the enemy’s twenty-six, and there Kenly
punted. The kick went for only twenty-four yards and it was Storer who
pulled it down and, with Ted Ball speeding ahead, eluded two of the
enemy and carried back to Kenly’s thirty-six before he was smothered.
On the first play Bert took the ball and tried a straight plunge past
tackle, making a scant two. Galvin smashed into the left of the line
for two more. Galvin then threw a forward-pass to the left and Storer
missed it by inches. Storer went back to the forty-yard line and punted
to the seven. Kenly let the ball roll over and lined up on her twenty.
On the first play she was caught off-side and was set back. A fake kick
with the punter sliding off Haines got four yards and then Kenly punted
to Alton’s forty-three, Ball catching and coming back six.
A sweep to the left, with Galvin carrying, netted seven, and the same
play with Bert in possession added four more. Storer smashed out
two through the opposing right guard and then threw straight over
center to Bert, who, although fairly carried back by the secondary
defense, netted six more. With two yards to go on third down Bert
shot off around the left behind a wall of interference, cut in
sharply and eluded four tacklers before he was hurled to earth on the
Kenly eighteen. That tackle left Bert flat and time was called. When
he was on his feet again there was Larry Walsh reporting and Bert
trailed sadly off, sadly and sorely too, for the termination of that
eleven-yard dash had been a thing of bursting stars and whirling moons!
It was Walsh who ate his way by short, irresistible attacks on the
enemy line from the eighteen yards to the seven, Walsh only once
relieved by Galvin. The chain had to be dragged in to decide matters
after the eighth down, but Alton was safe by a few inches. Storer went
wide for a scant yard and left the ball nearly in front of the posts,
with less than forty seconds of playing time left. Galvin retired to
the fifteen-yard line, took the pass from Patten, faked a drop-kick and
hurled straight past the right-hand goal post to Savell. Fitz, although
apparently hopelessly surrounded by foes, pulled the pigskin down and
went to earth four yards behind the line!
Storer added a point from the try and Alton shouted frantically and
loudly. Coach Cade rushed Cahill, Howard and Lovell in and Patten,
Haines and Ball retired. Kenly kicked off to Bus Lovell on the latter’s
seven yards, Bus ran nearly across the field in an effort to find a
hole in the charging line of enemy players and finally was thrown for a
yard loss. And then an asthmatic horn ended the half.
For fifteen minutes the rival cheering sections entertained with song
while anxious enthusiasts discussed past and future. So far neither
team had shown an attack quite good enough to warrant implicit faith
on the part of its friends. Kenly had actually gained more ground by
rushing and had proved herself somewhat more irresistible than Alton,
but no great advantage had been exhibited by either contender. So far
as the final outcome was concerned, that first half might as well not
have been played.
Alton took the field again about as she had ended the second period,
the only difference in her line-up being at right end where Chick had
succeeded Savell. Kenly kicked off and Alton caught on her twelve yards
and went to the sixteen before she was stopped. On three sweep plays
Galvin and Storer made it first down on the twenty-eight. Galvin tried
a long pass down the field, but Storer failed to get near it and the
ball grounded. Walsh poked his way through the right for three yards
and then was stopped behind his line for a loss of two. Storer punted
to Kenly’s thirty where a back fumbled and finally, closely pursued by
Chick, fell on the ball near his twenty. Alton was caught holding in
the line and Kenly went to the twenty-six and started on a march that
brought her finally to the enemy forty-two. There Alton called on the
services of Hop Meecham and Lum Patten and stopped the invasion. Kenly
tried a forward-pass, which failed, and then punted.
Lovell was thrown hard on his five-yard line and gave way to Ted Ball.
Storer got free around left end and reeled off eight yards before he
was thrown out of bounds. Walsh failed to gain in the line and Storer
punted to Kenly’s forty where Chick nailed the catcher. On the first
play Kenly fumbled and recovered for a seven-yard loss. An off-side
penalty set her farther back and, after a sweep that was good for two
yards, she punted to Storer on Alton’s forty-four. Galvin made three
and then four more. Walsh was stopped for no gain, and with three to go
on fourth down, Ball used a double-pass and sent Storer around left end
for five. The third period ended.
Bert went in and Walsh retired. On the first play from the Kenly
twenty-seven Bert took the ball from Patten and shot around left end
behind strong interference. Past the line, he was hit by a tackler and
went down. But he rolled over, found his feet and went on again to the
fifteen. There a second enemy launched himself at the runner, missed
and sent Bert once more to earth. Rolling, Bert went nearly to the
five-yard line. There he once more recovered himself and, dodging a
third tackler, went over!
Ted Ball tried to kick the goal but sent the pigskin into the line
instead, and Alton had to be satisfied with the six points. It sounded
as though she was!
Kenly kicked off to Howard who caught on the sixteen and plowed through
a small army of opposing players to his twenty-two. Ted tried Number
14 for the second time and Galvin ripped through between guard and
center on the left for twelve yards. Galvin got four more on the other
side but was hurt and gave way to Couch. Dozier came around and slid
off tackle for three and Kruger made the same trip for three more and
first down on the Alton forty-five. Kenly broke through and stopped
Storer for a loss. Ball scampered around the right for three and Bert
added two off tackle on the other side of the line. Storer went back to
the forty-two yards and faked a punt, throwing the pigskin far and to
the right. Chick found no one to dispute his right to the ball, made a
clean catch of it and went on along the side-line from the fifty to the
twenty-six, where he was forced out.
Kenly tried desperately to turn back the invasion and twice stopped
plays at tackle. On third down, however, Storer threw a short pass to
Bert and once more Bert gave an imitation of a corkscrew. He caught on
the sixteen, slipped out of a tackler’s arms, zigzagged to the ten-yard
line, was almost stopped there but got free again and was finally
brought down on the four, just short of his goal. Storer tried the left
for no gain and, with Number 14, Couch got two of the remaining four
yards. Storer went back as if to drop-kick and Patten shot the ball to
Bert who took it on the run and swung wide around the Kenly right wing
and went over almost without opposition close to the corner.
This time Storer made the try and sent the pigskin neatly across,
and the score-board proclaimed Kenly 7, Visitor 20, and Tommy Parish
swallowed a peanut shell and almost choked!
With less than three minutes left, Kenly substituted generously and
Coach Cade made a few changes; Tate for Kruger--Dutch was about
played out--, Tifton for Captain Lowe and Ness for Storer. Ness took
the kick-off, was toppled where he caught and then ripped off eight
yards past the Kenly left tackle. Kenly, although dismayed, fought
desperately and two downs left the ball a half-foot short of the
distance. Ted Ball sent the backs around the right and snaked a hidden
ball over for the needed distance. Substitutes began to appear after
every play, and presently Bert, happy but protesting, gave way to Keys.
There wasn’t much left of the first-string line-up during the last
minute or so. Kenly, too, was presenting a practically fresh team.
Alton made her way to her forty-two yards on two dashes by Ness, and
there, with the last minute ticking itself off, Riding, just from the
side-line, dropped back, took the ball from center and threw it across
the field to Keys and Keys threw far down into the gray dimness to
where Chick, hand upraised, was circling in toward the center of the
field.
The Kenly safety man was almost on him when Chick got his fingers on
the ball, but Chick was not to be stopped. Somehow he twisted himself
aside, felt the tackler’s frantic hands slip away, staggered back and
saw a clear field ahead. But pursuit was close behind him as he started
away, pursuit composed of friend and foe jumbled confusedly. Perhaps
Chick was thinking of the countenance framed on Johnny Cade’s mantel,
perhaps he was remembering that here and now were his last moments of
preparatory school football, perhaps he wasn’t thinking a thing but
that thirty yards between him and the goal. That as may have been, he
ran faster than he had ever run in his life in a football game. Behind
him interference and attack met and dropped from the chase, but right
to the last white line a red-and-black-legged enemy kept on his heels,
arms outstretched for the tackle that was never made until too late.
Chick was run out when he reached the goal-line, and he crumpled up a
yard beyond it, the ball under him and the equally exhausted pursuer
flung across his legs.
No one cared a mite that Pete Ness fumbled the pass and so never had
a chance to add a goal to that touchdown. Twenty-six points were
enough! Not for years had Alton triumphed so signally over the ancient
rival, and Alton made much of the victory. Over the field she marched,
cheering, singing, throwing caps and megaphones aloft, while twilight
gathered fast and the Kenly horde, standing with bared heads, sung
the school song. The Alton players, heroes all, bobbed about on the
shoulders of maniacal youths, Lum Patten with the scarred football
clasped in triumph under one tattered gray sleeve.
* * * * *
“I guess he’s got it by now,” mused Tommy Parish. “Some present, if you
_demander moi_.”
“No one has any idea of asking you, Tommy,” replied Bert. “As a matter
of plain and unvarnished fact, it wasn’t so blame much of a present
after all.”
“What? Why wasn’t it?” exclaimed Tommy, outraged.
“Well, was it? There are more than four hundred fellows here and we
managed to get an eighty-dollar chest of near-silver!”
“Well, a lot of tightwads didn’t subscribe!” Tommy protested.
“I know. That’s the answer.”
“Shut up, you two,” grumbled Chick. “For Pete’s sake, Tommy, don’t you
ever do any studying?”
Tommy nodded and dropped a hand into a pocket. The nod wasn’t an
emphatic nod, for he was undergoing an attack of boils just now,
but its meaning was plain. “Sure, I have to study,” he replied
untroubledly, “but I don’t believe in overdoing it. Say, Chick, don’t
you think the wedding present we sent Johnny was all right?”
“Of course it was. He’s got enough plated silver to last him a
lifetime. Say, by the way, the wedding’s to-morrow, isn’t it?” Chick
leaned back from the table and looked thoughtful. “Well, I hope he will
be happy. That’s sure a nice girl he’s marrying!”
Bert chuckled. “I believe you’re sweet on her yourself, Chick.”
Chick grinned but made no denial. Tommy said: “Wish he’d change his
mind and come back next year, though.”
“He won’t,” said Chick positively. “You fellows will have some one else
to boss you next fall.”
“He won’t boss me,” said Tommy comfortably. “Say, Chick, what train you
going on Wednesday?”
“First one I can get. Why?”
“Mind if I come along? I’m only taking a small bag home, so maybe I can
help you with your stuff.”
Chick shot an appealing look at Bert, but the latter only grinned and
said: “Good scheme, Tommy. You New Yorkers must hang together. Maybe
you can get Chick to play with you a bit during vacation!”
Chick uttered a howl of rage. “Shut up, you dumb-bell! Tommy, for the
love of lemons, beat it and let me study, won’t you?”
“Sure!” Tommy bestowed a last lingering look of affection on Chick
and ambled to the door. There, “Well, see you to-morrow!” he added
cheerfully.
“Heaven forbid!” moaned Chick devoutly under his breath.
“Night, Bert.” Tommy almost vanished. Then, however, his round
countenance came into view again. “Say, I almost forgot, fellows! Have
some peanuts?”
THE END
Football and Baseball Stories
=Durably Bound. Illustrated. Colored Wrappers.=
=Every Volume Complete in Itself.=
The Ralph Henry Barbour Books for Boys
In these up-to-the-minute, spirited genuine stories of boy life there
is something which will appeal to every boy with the love of manliness,
cleanness and sportsmanship in his heart.
LEFT END EDWARDS
LEFT TACKLE THAYER
LEFT GUARD GILBERT
CENTER RUSH ROWLAND
FULLBACK FOSTER
LEFT HALF HARMON
RIGHT END EMERSON
RIGHT GUARD GRANT
QUARTERBACK BATES
RIGHT TACKLE TODD
RIGHT HALF HOLLINS
The Christy Mathewson Books for Boys
Every boy wants to know how to play ball in the fairest and squarest
way. These books about boys and baseball are full of wholesome and
manly interest and information.
PITCHER POLLOCK
CATCHER CRAIG
FIRST BASE FAULKNER
SECOND BASE SLOAN
PITCHING IN A PINCH
THIRD BASE THATCHER, By Everett Scott
GROSSET & DUNLAP, _Publishers_, NEW YORK
THE TOM SLADE BOOKS
By PERCY KEESE FITZHUGH
Author of “Roy Blakeley,” “Pee-wee Harris,” “Westy Martin,” Etc.
=Illustrated. Individual Picture Wrappers in Colors.=
=Every Volume Complete in Itself.=
“Let your boy grow up with Tom Slade,” is a suggestion which thousands
of parents have followed during the past, with the result that the TOM
SLADE BOOKS are the most popular boys’ books published today. They
take Tom Slade through a series of typical boy adventures through his
tenderfoot days as a scout, through his gallant days as an American
doughboy in France, back to his old patrol and the old camp ground at
Black Lake, and so on.
TOM SLADE, BOY SCOUT
TOM SLADE AT TEMPLE CAMP
TOM SLADE ON THE RIVER
TOM SLADE WITH THE COLORS
TOM SLADE ON A TRANSPORT
TOM SLADE WITH THE BOYS OVER THERE
TOM SLADE, MOTORCYCLE DISPATCH BEARER
TOM SLADE WITH THE FLYING CORPS
TOM SLADE AT BLACK LAKE
TOM SLADE ON MYSTERY TRAIL
TOM SLADE’S DOUBLE DARE
TOM SLADE ON OVERLOOK MOUNTAIN
TOM SLADE PICKS A WINNER
TOM SLADE AT BEAR MOUNTAIN
TOM SLADE: FOREST RANGER
TOM SLADE IN THE NORTH WOODS
GROSSET & DUNLAP, _Publishers_, NEW YORK
THE ROY BLAKELEY BOOKS
By PERCY KEESE FITZHUGH
Author of “Tom Slade,” “Pee-wee Harris,” “Westy Martin,” Etc.
=Illustrated. Picture Wrappers in Color.=
=Every Volume Complete in Itself.=
In the character and adventures of Roy Blakeley are typified the very
essence of Boy life. He is a real boy, as real as Huck Finn and Tom
Sawyer. He is the moving spirit of the troop of Scouts of which he is
a member, and the average boy has to go only a little way in the first
book before Roy is the best friend he ever had, and he is willing to
part with his best treasure to get the next book in the series.
ROY BLAKELEY
ROY BLAKELEY’S ADVENTURES IN CAMP
ROY BLAKELEY, PATHFINDER
ROY BLAKELEY’S CAMP ON WHEELS
ROY BLAKELEY’S SILVER FOX PATROL
ROY BLAKELEY’S MOTOR CARAVAN
ROY BLAKELEY, LOST, STRAYED OR STOLEN
ROY BLAKELEY’S BEE-LINE HIKE
ROY BLAKELEY AT THE HAUNTED CAMP
ROY BLAKELEY’S FUNNY BONE HIKE
ROY BLAKELEY’S TANGLED TRAIL
ROY BLAKELEY ON THE MOHAWK TRAIL
ROY BLAKELEY’S ELASTIC HIKE
ROY BLAKELEY’S ROUNDABOUT HIKE
GROSSET & DUNLAP, _Publishers_, NEW YORK
THE PEE-WEE HARRIS BOOKS
By PERCY KEESE FITZHUGH
Author of “Tom Slade,” “Roy Blakeley,” “Westy Martin,” Etc.
=Illustrated. Individual Picture Wrappers in Color.=
=Every Volume Complete in Itself.=
All readers of the Tom Slade and the Roy Blakeley books are acquainted
with Pee-wee Harris. These stories record the true facts concerning his
size (what there is of it) and his heroism (such as it is), his voice,
his clothes, his appetite, his friends, his enemies, his victims.
Together with the thrilling narrative of how he foiled, baffled,
circumvented and triumphed over everything and everybody (except where
he failed) and how even when he failed he succeeded. The whole recorded
in a series of screams and told with neither muffler nor cut-out.
PEE-WEE HARRIS
PEE-WEE HARRIS ON THE TRAIL
PEE-WEE HARRIS IN CAMP
PEE-WEE HARRIS IN LUCK
PEE-WEE HARRIS ADRIFT
PEE-WEE HARRIS F. O. B. BRIDGEBORO
PEE-WEE HARRIS FIXER
PEE-WEE HARRIS: AS GOOD AS HIS WORD
PEE-WEE HARRIS: MAYOR FOR A DAY
PEE-WEE HARRIS AND THE SUNKEN TREASURE
GROSSET & DUNLAP, _Publishers_, NEW YORK
THE LITTLE WASHINGTONS SERIES
By LILLIAN ELIZABETH ROY
=Handsomely Bound. Colored Wrappers. Illustrated.=
=For Children 6 to 12 Years.=
This series presents early American history in a manner that impresses
the young readers. Because of George and Martha Washington Parke, two
young descendants of the famous General Washington, these stories
follow exactly the life of the great American, by means of playing they
act the life of the Washingtons, both in battles and in society.
THE LITTLE WASHINGTONS
Their thrilling battles and expeditions generally end in “punishment”
lessons read by Mrs. Parke from the “Life of Washington.” The culprits
listen intently, for this reading generally gives them new ideas for
further games of Indian warfare and Colonists’ battles.
THE LITTLE WASHINGTONS’ RELATIVES
The Davis children visit the Parke home and join zealously in the games
of playing General Washington. So zealously, in fact, that little Jim
almost loses his scalp.
THE LITTLE WASHINGTONS’ TRAVELS
The children wage a fierce battle upon the roof of a hotel in New York
City. Then, visiting the Davis home in Philadelphia, the patriotic
Washingtons vanquish the Hessians on a battle-field in the empty lot
back of the Davis property.
THE LITTLE WASHINGTONS AT SCHOOL
After the school-house battle the Washingtons discover a band of
gypsies camping near the back road to their homes and incidentally they
secure the stolen horse which the gypsies had taken from the “butter
and egg farmer” of the Parkes.
THE LITTLE WASHINGTONS’ HOLIDAYS
They spend a pleasant summer on two adjoining farms in Vermont. During
the voyage they try to capture a “frigate” but little Jim is caught and
about to be punished by the Captain when his confederates hasten in and
save him.
GROSSET & DUNLAP, PUBLISHERS, NEW YORK
THE TOM SWIFT SERIES
By VICTOR APPLETON
=Uniform Style of Binding. Individual Colored Wrappers.=
=Every Volume Complete in Itself.=
Every boy possesses some form of inventive genius. Tom Swift is a
bright, ingenious boy and his inventions and adventures make the most
interesting kind of reading.
TOM SWIFT AND HIS MOTOR CYCLE
TOM SWIFT AND HIS MOTOR BOAT
TOM SWIFT AND HIS AIRSHIP
TOM SWIFT AND HIS SUBMARINE BOAT
TOM SWIFT AND HIS ELECTRIC RUNABOUT
TOM SWIFT AND HIS WIRELESS MESSAGE
TOM SWIFT AMONG THE DIAMOND MAKERS
TOM SWIFT IN THE CAVES OF ICE
TOM SWIFT AND HIS SKY RACER
TOM SWIFT AND HIS ELECTRIC RIFLE
TOM SWIFT IN THE CITY OF GOLD
TOM SWIFT AND HIS AIR GLIDER
TOM SWIFT IN CAPTIVITY
TOM SWIFT AND HIS WIZARD CAMERA
TOM SWIFT AND HIS GREAT SEARCHLIGHT
TOM SWIFT AND HIS GIANT CANNON
TOM SWIFT AND HIS PHOTO TELEPHONE
TOM SWIFT AND HIS AERIAL WARSHIP
TOM SWIFT AND HIS BIG TUNNEL
TOM SWIFT IN THE LAND OF WONDERS
TOM SWIFT AND HIS WAR TANK
TOM SWIFT AND HIS AIR SCOUT
TOM SWIFT AND HIS UNDERSEA SEARCH
TOM SWIFT AMONG THE FIRE FIGHTERS
TOM SWIFT AND HIS ELECTRIC LOCOMOTIVE
TOM SWIFT AND HIS FLYING BOAT
TOM SWIFT AND HIS GREAT OIL GUSHER
TOM SWIFT AND HIS CHEST OF SECRETS
TOM SWIFT AND HIS AIRLINE EXPRESS
GROSSET & DUNLAP, PUBLISHERS, NEW YORK
THE DON STURDY SERIES
By VICTOR APPLETON
=Individual Colored Wrappers and Text Illustrations by=
=WALTER S. ROGERS=
=Every Volume Complete in Itself.=
In company with his uncles, one a mighty hunter and the other a noted
scientist, Don Sturdy travels far and wide, gaining much useful
knowledge and meeting many thrilling adventures.
DON STURDY ON THE DESERT OF MYSTERY;
An engrossing tale of the Sahara Desert, of encounters with wild
animals and crafty Arabs.
DON STURDY WITH THE BIG SNAKE HUNTERS;
Don’s uncle, the hunter, took an order for some of the biggest snakes
to be found in South America--to be delivered alive!
DON STURDY IN THE TOMBS OF GOLD;
A fascinating tale of exploration and adventure in the Valley of Kings
in Egypt.
DON STURDY ACROSS THE NORTH POLE;
A great polar blizzard nearly wrecks the airship of the explorers.
DON STURDY IN THE LAND OF VOLCANOES;
An absorbing tale of adventures among the volcanoes of Alaska.
DON STURDY IN THE PORT OF LOST SHIPS;
This story is just full of exciting and fearful experiences on the sea.
DON STURDY AMONG THE GORILLAS;
A thrilling story of adventure in darkest Africa. Don is carried over a
mighty waterfall into the heart of gorilla land.
GROSSET & DUNLAP, _Publishers_, NEW YORK
THE RADIO BOYS SERIES
(Trademark Registered)
By ALLEN CHAPMAN
Author of the “Railroad Series,” Etc.
=Individual Colored Wrappers. Illustrated.=
=Every Volume Complete in Itself.=
A new series for boys giving full details of radio work, both in
sending and receiving--telling how small and large amateur sets can be
made and operated, and how some boys got a lot of fun and adventure
out of what they did. Each volume from first to last is so thoroughly
fascinating, so strictly up-to-date and accurate, we feel sure all lads
will peruse them with great delight.
Each volume has a Foreword by Jack Binns, the well-known radio expert.
THE RADIO BOYS’ FIRST WIRELESS
THE RADIO BOYS AT OCEAN POINT
THE RADIO BOYS AT THE SENDING STATION
THE RADIO BOYS AT MOUNTAIN PASS
THE RADIO BOYS TRAILING A VOICE
THE RADIO BOYS WITH THE FOREST RANGERS
THE RADIO BOYS WITH THE ICEBERG PATROL
THE RADIO BOYS WITH THE FLOOD FIGHTERS
THE RADIO BOYS ON SIGNAL ISLAND
THE RADIO BOYS IN GOLD VALLEY
GROSSET & DUNLAP, _Publishers_, NEW YORK
Transcriber’s Notes:
--Text in italics is enclosed by underscores (_italics_); text in
bold by “equal” signs (=bold=).
--Except for the frontispiece, illustrations have been moved to
follow the text that they illustrate.
--Printer's, punctuation and spelling inaccuracies were silently
corrected.
--Archaic and variable spelling has been preserved.
--Variations in hyphenation and compound words have been preserved.
--The author’s em-dash style has been retained.
End of Project Gutenberg's Right Half Hollins, by Ralph Henry Barbour