the same Minister
will find a suggestion for his Remarks in those inspiring Words, "I
have fought the Good Fight."

MORAL: The Scrapper is seldom beloved, but he gets a Run for his Ticket.

THE THROUGH TRAIN

Two High School Heliotropes named Lib and Angie were very Thick.

Each Girl kept a Nightie at the Other Girl's House and, long after
they had retired, the Inmates would hear smothered Giggles,
interspersed with Fragments of what He said to Her and what She said to
Him.

The Period of their Adolescence was about 20 years ago, when Romance
was still alive and Knighthood was in Flower around every Dancing
Academy west of Pittsburgh.

The two Chums had made a Pact. They were to be Friends for ever and
ever and ever and neither was to hold out anything from the other.

Each carried in a Locket a Four-Leaf Clover presented by One to whom
she had bared her Soul.

After supplementing the Graded Schools with a full course of Mrs.
Southworth and learning to play "The Battle of Prague" on the Melodeon,
naught remained for them in the way of passionate Diversion except to
go ahead and get Married.

They waited three years for the Fairy Prince of their Dreams to come
clattering down Main Street in his Coach all White and Gold, and then
began to mistrust the Schedule. So they effected the usual Compromise,
falling gracefully into the awkward Embraces of two cornfed Lizards
named Otis and Wilbur.

In the Shake-off it befell that Angie got Wilbur and Lib drew Otis.
The two Brides were somewhat envied, as Wilbur was a Good-Looker with
raven Pompadour and large snappy eyes, while Otis was supposed to
possess the Faculty of copping the Mazume.

However, the purpose of this Fable is to indicate that each Gal found
out too late that she had Dutched her Book and backed into the wrong
Paddock.

Fate separated the Young Couples and many a Full Moon deflated itself
before Lib and Angie had another chance to get away by themselves and
fill up on Oolong and cautiously exhibit their Wounds.

Wilbur was a Hustler who lacked Terminal Facilities. He was full of
St. Vitus Activity and was always transferring a lot of Papers from one
Pocket to another and getting ready to invest Capital in some
Megatherian Enterprise paying 20 per cent. per Annum, but somehow he
never Arrived.

While negotiating for a Rubber Plantation in Yucatan he would hear
about Two Million Acres waiting to be Irrigated in Colorado, but
before he coul