rs from the big vaudeville circuits."

"Why doesn't he accept one?" questioned Joe.

"He hasn't fully recovered from the effects of the accident yet. And,
besides, he says he likes the radio work better. He can stay in one
place, and cut out all the traveling. That seems to be a strong
consideration with him."

"I don't know that I can blame him," commented Bob. "I should think that
continual jumping around from place to place would get on anybody's
nerves."

"Still, it gives one a fine chance to see the country," argued Frank
Brandon. "If any of you fellows ever get into radio work in a commercial
way, the chances are you won't be able to 'stay put' in one place very
long."

"There's one great advantage about traveling, anyway," said Jimmy.

"What's that, Doughnuts?" queried Joe. "I should think that with your
restful nature you'd rather stay in the same place and grow old and fat
in perfect comfort."

"Oh, that part of it is all right," admitted Jimmy. "But don't forget
that different parts of the country have different kinds of cooking. In
New York the specialty is shore dinners; go a little South, and you get
fried chicken and corn pone cooked by guaranteed southern mammies; go up
North, and you get venison steaks; in the West they'll feed you mutton
chops as big as a plate. And so it goes."

"You've even forgotten some places," laughed Bob. "How about a steaming
dish of beans in Boston?"

"Yes, or frijoles and chile con carne in New Mexico," suggested Herb.

"Cease, cease!" groaned Jimmy. "Why talk about such things when we're
such a long way from them? Every time you mention something new it makes
me feel hungrier."

"Hungrier!" exclaimed Mr. Brandon. "Why, it's hardly half an hour since
we finished breakfast!"

"What has breakfast got to do with it?" demanded the insatiable Jimmy.
"That's past and done with. It's time to think of lunch, now."

"You win," laughed Brandon. "Your capacity will make you famous some
day."

"It's made him famous already--at least, up here," Bob informed the
radio inspector. "Didn't you know that he is the undisputed champion pie
eater of the camp?"

"No, I didn't know that, but it doesn't surprise me in the least to hear
it," said Brandon, with a smile. "How did he gain his laurels?"

Then Bob told him about the contest, and when he had finished Mr.
Brandon laughingly congratulated Jimmy.

"I always had a sneaking idea that you could do it," he admitted. "But
aft