some Camp on the Frozen Heights 257
The New Fable of the Marathon in the Mud and the Laurel Wreath 281
ILLUSTRATIONS
"You are entitled to One Hundred Thousand Dollars," murmurs
the stealthy Promoter. _Frontispiece_
FACING PAGE
Every time he sauntered carelessly across the porch, he gave a
correct Imitation of a troop of Cavalry going over a Wooden
Bridge 43
Father came in and took one look and said: "Not for Mine! I
won't stand for any Puss Willow being grafted on to our
Family Tree" 83
He was dazed and horrified to find himself suddenly
subjected to the demoralizing Influences of the Small Town 119
Nearly every evening the Tradesman would back up to the Student
Lamp and put in a delirious half-hour with the Views 155
He liked to tow something that would cause the Oyster Forks
to pause in midair and the Catty Ones to reach for their
Hardware 193
He tore up the Medal Score, gave all the Clubs to the
Caddy ... lifted a grimy Paw and uttered the Vow of
Renunciation 237
He talked Numbers to himself as he sped along and mumbled
over the important Letters he was about to dictate 281
ADE'S FABLES
THE NEW FABLE OF THE PRIVATE AGITATOR AND WHAT HE COOKED UP
Ambition came, with Sterling Silver Breast-Plate and Flaming Sword,
and sat beside a Tad aged 5. The wee Hopeful lived in a Frame House
with Box Pillars in front and Hollyhocks leading down toward the Pike.
"Whither shall I guide you?" asked Ambition. "Are you far enough from
the Shell to have any definite Hankering?"
"I have spent many Hours brooding over the possibilities of the
Future," replied the Larva. "I want to grow up to be a Joey in a
Circus. I fairly ache to sit in a Red Wagon just behind the Band and
drive a Trick Mule with little pieces of Looking Glass in the Harness.
I want to pull Mugs at all the scared Country Girls peeking out of the
Wagon Beds. The Town Boys will leave the Elephant and trail behind my
comical Chariot. In my Hour of Triumph the Air will be impregnated
with Calliope Music and the Smell of Pop-Corn, modified by Wild
Animals."
|