Silver Fox emblem on the roof of an apartment
house. I'm not saying anything against buildings, but one thing, I have
no use for them. My mother says it's good to have a roof over your head,
but I'd rather have it underneath me because you can have more fun
climbing over it, that's what I told her. That's why I believe in
roofs. But I like trees better. I like trees better than anything except
holidays. The thing I like worst of all is algebra.
I went straight over to that house and stopped on the sidewalk right
plunk in front of the part of the porch that sticks out past the end of
the house. Then I gave the Silver Fox call good and loud. As soon as
Pee-wee heard me he started shouting it through the megaphone. It
sounded like a Silver Fox with a cold.
Pretty soon the door opened, and--good night, there was Warde Hollister.
I said, "Tag, you're It. Will you please come down here on neutral
territory? We belong to the League of Notions and we can't cross any
frontiers--I mean front yards."
He said, "What do you want here?"
I said, "Answered in the affirmative. We're here because we're here and
the end of your front porch is in the way. It sticks out like the West
Front just before the armistice."
"You must be crazy," he said.
"Positively guaranteed," I told him. "We're so crazy that a crazy quilt
is sensible compared to us."
"If you want to see me, come up here," he said. "Are you afraid to come
up?"
"Afraid?" I said. "Didn't we go right into the same film with President
Harding? Who's afraid of _you_? Not I, quoth he. I can't come up because
I can't go off the track and your front steps are about thirty feet too
far north."
"You're one of those scouts," he said.
"Tell me something new," I said; "did you think I didn't know that?
Maybe you don't know I'm a famous movie star; we're _all_ stars, we're
known as the big dipper. Did you ever hear of Douglas Saving Banks?"
"Sure," he said.
"Well, I'm not him," I told him. "Come on down, will you?"
He looked across the street and saw the rest of the fellows and I guess
he must have seen the big leather box with _Copley Film Corporation_ on
it. Anyway, he just stared. Then he came over to the end of the porch
and sat on the railing and said,
"What do you want, anyway? One of you fellows was here yesterday. I told
him I didn't want to bother with you."
"That was my official staff," I said. "We don't bother with him either;
we carry him as exc
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